hoarse and would not be restrained, brushing aside like straws the
staves of the marshal and his men, and surging in upon the line of
adventurous damsels. I saw young men, panting, seize hand or arm
and strive to pull toward them some reluctant fair; others snatched
kisses, or fell on their knees and began speeches out of Euphues;
others commenced an inventory of their possessions, - acres,
tobacco, servants, household plenishing. All was hubbub,
protestation, frightened cries, and hysterical laughter. The officers
ran to and fro, threatening and commanding; Master Pory
alternately cried "Shame!" and laughed his loudest; and I plucked
away a jackanapes of sixteen who had his hand upon a girl's ruff,
and shook him until the breath was well-nigh out of him. The
clamor did but increase.

"Way for the Governor!" cried the marshal. "Shame on you, my
masters! Way for his Honor and the worshipful Council!"

The three wooden steps leading down from the door of the
Governor's house suddenly blossomed into crimson and gold, as
his Honor with the attendant Councilors emerged from the hall and
stood staring at the mob below.

The Governor's honest moon face was quite pale with passion.
"What a devil is this?" he cried wrathfully. "Did you never see a
woman before? Where's the marshal? I'll imprison the last one of
you for rioters!"

Upon the platform of the pillory, which stood in the centre of the
market place, suddenly appeared a man of a gigantic frame, with a
strong face deeply lined and a great shock of grizzled hair, - a