Arthur Mullen's blog
"On a stern and rock-bound coast / The breaking waves dashed high / And the woods, against a stormy sky / Their giant branches toss'd / And the heavy night hung dark / The hills and waters o'er / When a band of exiles moor'd their bark / On the wild New England shore..."
"Crossing over the north branch they came upon the deposit of corn made in their former expedition, and named the place Cornhill. By turning up the crusted snow with their cutlasses and short swords they found other deposits, including beans, one of the products of Indian farming. They took about ten bushels of the shelled corn, besides some good specimens, upon the ears, of the various colors, and a quantity of beans, in all enough, with that obtained before, for the spring planting. They rejoiced greatly at this timely supply, and at the divine guiding which had directed the land party here before the snow had fallen, which now hid every mark of the deposits. In view of this hand of God they devoutly exclaimed, 'The Lord is never wanting unto his in their greatest needs; let his holy name have all the praise.'"
"The courage, industry and religious zeal of Plymouth Rock's visitors in 1620 is never questioned. But few are aware that this first Pilgrim band, who arrived here ill-equipped to survive America's formidable wilderness, was saved from starvation by a little bit of larceny... A 10-bushel cache of seed corn, hidden... under hillocks of sand of what is now called Corn Hill near Truro, was discovered by scouting parties, and raided, soon after landing."