It is evident from this description that the season was a mild one eventhus late into December, that there was still sufficient foliage hangingupon the trees to determine the species, and that the pilgrims viewedtheir quite recent mother-land through eyes of happy hope.

And now let us look in the glass at them once more, on Saturday morningof the 23d of December.

The little _Mayflower_ lies swinging at her moorings in the harbor, whileevery man and boy who could use a tool has gone on shore to cut down andprepare timber for future homes.