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
“So perfect was the cunning and dissimulation of Opechancanough, that on
the morning of this fatal day, the straggling English by his direction
were conducted in safety through the woods to their settlements, and
presents of venison and fowl were sent in his name to the governor and
counsellors, accompanied with expressions of regard and assurances of
friendship. ‘Sooner,’ said the wily chieftain, ‘shall the sky fall, than
the peace shall be violated on my part.’
“And so entirely were the English duped by these professions and
appearances, that they freely lent the Indians their boats, with which
they announced the concert, the signal and the hour of attack to their
countrymen on the other side of the river.
“The fatal hour having at length arrived, and the necessary dispositions
having every where taken place; on a signal given, at mid day,
innumerable detachments setting up the war-whoop, burst from their
concealments on the defenceless settlements of the English, massacreing
all they met, without distinction of age or sex; and according to custom
mutilating and mangling in a shocking manner the dead bodies of their
enemies.
“So unexpected and terrible was the onset, that scarcely any resistance
was made. The English fell scarcely knowing their enemies, and in many
instances by their own weapons. In one hour three hundred and
forty-seven men, women, and children, including six of the council and
several others of distinction, fell without a struggle, by the hands of
the Indians. Chance alone saved the colony from utter extirpation.
“A converted Indian, named Chanco, lived with Richard Pace, loved by his
master on account of his good qualities, with an affection at once
Christian and parental. The night preceding the massacre, the brother of
Chanco slept with him; and after a strict injunction of secrecy, having
revealed to him the intended plot, he commanded him, in the name of
Opechancanough, to murder his master. The grateful Indian, shocked at
the atrocity of the proposal, after his brother’s departure, flew to
Pace and disclosed to him the information he had received. There was no
time to be lost. Before day a despatch was forwarded to the governor at
Jamestown, which with the adjacent settlements was thus preserved from
the ruin that hung over them.
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