So, when Captain Smith left Wero-woco-moco, he left one firm friend behind him,--the pretty little Indian girl, Ma-ta-oka,--who long remembered the white man and his presents, and determined, after her own wilful fashion, to go into the white man’s village and see all their wonders for herself. In less than a year she saw the captain again, For when, in the fall of 1608, he came to her father’s village to invite the old chief to Jamestown to be crowned by the English as “king” of the Pow-ha-tans, this bright little girl of twelve gathered together the other little girls of the village, and, almost upon the very spot where, many years after, Cornwallis was to surrender the armies of England to the “rebel” republic, she with her companions entertained the English captain with a gay Indian dance full of noise and frolic. Soon after this second interview, Ma-ta-oka’s wish to see the white man’s village was gratified. For in that same autumn of 1608 she came with Ra-bun-ta to Jamestown. She sought out the captain who was then “president” of the colony, and “entreated the libertie” of certain of her tribesmen who had been “detained,”--in other words, treacherously made prisoners by the settlers because of some fear of an Indian plot against them. Smith was a shrewd enough man to know when to bluster and when to be friendly. He released the Indian captives at Ma-ta-oka’s wish--well knowing that the little girl had been duly “coached” by her wily old father, but feeling that even the friendship of a child may often be of value to people in a strange land. The result of this visit to Jamestown was the frequent presence in the town of the chieftain’s daughter. She would come, sometimes, with her brother, Nan-ta-qua-us, sometimes with the runner, Ra-bun-ta, and sometimes with certain of her girl followers. For even little Indian girls had their “dearest friends,” quite as much as have our own clannish young school-girls of to-day. I am afraid, however, that this twelve-year-old, Ma-ta-oka, fully deserved, even when she should have been on her good behavior among the white people, the nickname of “little tomboy” (po-ca-hun-tas) that her father had given her,--for we have the assurance of sedate Master William Strachey, secretary of the colony, that “the before remembered Pocahontas, Powhatan’s daughter, sometimes resorting to our fort, of the age then of eleven or twelve years, did get the boyes forth with her into the market-place, and make them wheele, falling on their hand turning their heeles upward, whome she would followe and wheele so herself, all the fort over.” From which it would appear that she could easily “stunt” the English boys at “making cart-wheels.” But there came a time very soon when she came into Jamestown for other purpose than turning somersaults.