Works
His writings, though fragmentary, are of the greatest value to the history of the Plymouth colony. They include:
- Good Newes from New England, or a True Relation of Things very Remarkable at the Plantation of Plimouth in New England (1624);
- Hypocrisie Unmasked; by a True Relation of the Governor and Company of Massachusetts against Samuel Gorton, a Notorious Disturber of the Peace (1646), to which was added a chapter entitled "A Brief Narration of the True Grounds or Cause of the First Plantation of New England";
- New England's Salamander (1647); and
- The Glorious Progress of the Gospel amongst the Indians in New England (1649).
With William Bradford he also is supposed to have prepared a Journal of the Beginning and Proceeding of the English Plantation settled at Plymouth in New England, published in 1622, which is generally known as Mourt's Relation, owing to its preface having been signed by "G. Mourt."
Some of his writings may be found reprinted in Alexander Young's Chronicles of the Pilgrims.
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