by Maureen and Jackie
A few weeks later, John Goodman had another hunting adventure. He was tall and had long legs. He wore a winter hat and had brown hair and a beard, and a long nose.
"Let's go hunting, Calvin," he said to the spaniel. So they went into the woods. Calvin ran ahead of John. Then they heard wolves. Calvin ran back to John and hid between his legs. Then he started to yelp.
"What's the matter, boy?" said John. The dog just kept yelping. So John started running, until he saw the pack of wolves. Then he stopped! He picked up a piece of wood to throw at them. But the wolves came closer and closer, until they surrounded John and Calvin.
John threw the stick at the wolves hard. They backed away, but then they came closer again. John picked up a big stick that was shaped like a fence post (the Pilgrims called fence posts "pale-boards"). He threw it at them. The wolves lay down and whimpered.
So then Calvin and John started walking home. When they got back they both lay down and took a nap.
That winter, almost half of the Pilgrims died. At last, after what seemed like years, the snow began to melt and the sun came out, as yellow and bright as solid gold. The Pilgrims who hadn't died began to get better. Everyone rejoiced. Everyday for hours, the Pilgrims studied the Bible and made prayers to show their thanks to God. Later on in this book, you will hear about their new holiday, "Thanksgiving."