Acres. John Petterson 100 Anthony Edwards 100 Nathaniel Norton 100 John Proctor 200 Thomas Tracy 100 John Vithard 100 Francis Weston 300 Phettiplace Close 100 John Price 150 Peter Nemenart 110 William Perry 100 John Plower 100 Surveyed for the use of the iron-work. Edward Hudson 100 Thomas Morgan 150 Thomas Sheffield 150 Cosendale, within the Corporation of Henrico:-- Acres. Lieut. Edward Barckley 112 Richard Poulton 100 Robert Analand 200 John Griffin 50 Peter Nemenart 40 Thomas Tindall 100 Thomas Reed 100 John Laydon 200 CHAPTER XVI. 1622. The Massacre--Its Origin, Nemattanow--Opechancanough--Security of Colonists--Perfidy of the Indians--Particulars of Massacre-- Its Consequences--Brave Defence of some--Supplies sent from England--Captain Smith's Offer. ON the twenty-second day of March, 1622, there occurred in the colony a memorable massacre, which originated, as was believed, in the following circumstances: There was among the Indians a famous chief, named Nemattanow, or "Jack of the Feather," as he was styled by the English, from his fashion of decking his hair. He was reckoned by his own people invulnerable to the arms of the English. This Nemattanow coming to the store of one of the settlers named Morgan, persuaded him to go to Pamunkey to trade, and murdered him by the way. Nemattanow, in two or three days, returned to Morgan's house, and finding there two young men, Morgan's servants, who inquired for their master, answered them that he was dead. The young men, seeing their master's cap on the Indian's head, suspected the murder, and undertook to conduct him to Mr. Thorpe, who then lived at Berkley, on the James River, since well known as a seat of the Harrisons, and originally called "Brickley." Nemattanow so exasperated the young men on the way that they shot him, and he falling, they put him into a boat and conveyed him to the governor at Jamestown, distant seven or eight miles. The wounded chief in a short time died. Feeling the approaches of death, he entreated the young men not to disclose that he had been mortally wounded by a bullet: so strong is the desire for posthumous fame even in the breast of a wild, untutored savage!