Powhatan; A Metrical Romance, in Seven CantosSmith, Seba
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Powhatan; A Metrical Romance, in Seven Cantos
Smith, Seba
Indians of North America -- Poetry; Powhatan, approximately 1550-1618 -- Poetry; Virginia -- Poetry
“Independence is the first blessing of the savage state. Without it, all
other advantages are light and valueless. Bereft of this, in their
estimation even life itself is a barren and comfortless possession. It
is not surprising then, that Opechancanough, independent of his
influence as a great Werowance or war captain, should, on such a
subject, discover kindred feelings in the breasts of his countrymen. The
war-song and war-whoop, breaking like thunder from the fierce and
barbarous multitudes, mingling with the clatter of their shields, and
enforced by the terrific gestures of the war-dance, proclaimed to their
leader their determination to die with him or conquer.
“With equal address the experienced and wily savage proceeded to allay
the storm which invective had conjured up in the breasts of the Indians.
The English, although experience had proved them neither immortal nor
invincible, he represented as formidable by their fire-arms, and their
superior knowledge in the art of war; and he inculcated, as the sole
means of deliverance and revenge, secrecy and caution until an occasion
should offer, when, by surprise or ambush, the scattered establishments
of their enemies might at the same moment be assaulted and swept away.
“Four years had nearly elapsed in maturing this formidable conspiracy;
during which time, not a single Indian belonging to the thirty nations,
which composed the empire of Powhatan, was found to violate his
engagements, or betray his leader. Not a word or hint was heedlessly or
deliberately dropt to awaken jealousy or excite suspicion.
“Every thing being at length ripe for execution, the several nations of
Indians were secretly drawn together, and stationed at the several
points of attack, with a celerity and precision unparalleled in history.
Although some of the detachments had to march from great distances, and
through a continued forest, guided only by the stars and the dubious
light of the moon, no instance of mistake or disorder took place. The
Indian mode of march is by single files. They follow one after another
in profound silence, treading nearly as possible in the steps of each
other, and adjusting the long grass and branches which they have
displaced. This is done to conceal all traces of their route from their
enemies, who are equally sagacious and quick-sighted. They halted at a
short distance from the English, waiting without impatience for the
signal which was to be given by their fellows, who, under pretence of
traffic, had this day in considerable numbers repaired to the
plantations of the colonists.
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