The poor Queen, terrified, fled far into the forest, accompanied by "onely a little Indian boy." Her old nurse followed her, but was captured. Bacon ordered the old woman to guide him to a certain point, but she, full of revenge, led him in an opposite direction, whereupon the rebel ordered her to be knocked in the head. The Queen wandered about almost crazy, and at last determined to return and throw herself upon Bacon's mercy; but as she was rushing towards her desolated wigwam she came upon the body of her murdered nurse, which so affrighted her that she ran back into the wilderness, where she remained "fourteen daies without food, and would have perished but that she gnawed on the legg of a terrapin which the little Indian boy brought her." [Illustration: THE GIFT OF KING CHARLES TO THE QUEEN.] So this Queen in history has but a few bold touches, but they pass her down as a martyr, in consequence of which, and for what her husband did, Charles II. bestowed upon her a silver crown, with the lion of England, the lilies of France, and the harp of Ireland engraved thereon. Savages are not averse to the baubles of civilization, and the crown which their Queen wore was a blessed treasure to her tribe for a hundred years after the Queen was dead. The Pamunkey tribe, or a pitiful remnant of them, still dwell in Virginia, on the river which bears their name. They have a chief and their own government. Annually they send tribute of fish and game and Indian handiwork to the Governor of Virginia. They are weakening physically, and pray for new blood from the Western reservation. Once they started for the West, carrying their best treasure, the silver crown. They came to the plantation of Mr. Morson, at Falmouth, and there bad weather and sickness made them halt. Mr. Morson attended to their physical wants, and allowed them to pitch their tents upon his land until their distress abated. "What do we owe you?" asked the chief, when they had decided to return to their former Virginia reservation. "Nothing," said Mr. Morson. Perhaps he remembered Totopotomoi and his sorrowing Queen. "Then we will give you what we value most," and the chief presented to Mr. Morson the crown of the Queen of the Pamunkeys. For three generations it staid in the Morson family, but lately it has been purchased by the Association for the Preservation of Virginia Antiquities. The crown is really a frontlet, and the Queen of the Pamunkeys wore it upon her brow surmounted by a red velvet cap; the cap has long ago been entirely destroyed by moths; two silver chains bound the frontlet to the head. [Illustration: INTERSCHOLASTIC SPORT] The All-New-York Interscholastic Football Team for 1896 is as follows: