Richard of Jamestown : a Story of the Virginia ColonyOtis, James
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Richard of Jamestown : a Story of the Virginia Colony
Otis, James
Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Juvenile fiction
Had Captain Smith been allowed a voice in the Council, certain it is
he never would have chosen this place in which to make the town, for he
pointed out to me that the land lay so low that when the river was
at its height the dampness must be great, and, therefore, exceeding
unhealthful, while there was back of it such an extent of forest, as
made it most difficult to defend, in case the savages came against us.
Captain Smith aided me in building for ourselves a hut in front of an
overhanging rock, with the branches of trees. It was a poor shelter at
the best; but he declared it would serve us until such time as he was
given his rightful place among the people, or had been sent back a
prisoner to England.
CAPTAIN SMITH PROVEN INNOCENT
This served us as a living place for many days, or until my master was
come into his own, as he did before the fort was finished, when, on one
certain morning, he demanded of the other members of the Council that
they put him on trial to learn whether the charges could be proven or
not, and this was done on the day before Captain Newport was to take the
ships back to England.
There is little need for me to say that Captain Kendall's stories of the
plot, in which he said my master was concerned, came to naught. There
were none to prove that he had ever spoken of such a matter, and the
result of the trial was that they gave him his rightful place at the
head of the company. Before many months were passed, all came to know
that but for him the white people in Jamestown would have come to their
deaths.
WE WHO WERE LEFT BEHIND
It was on the fifteenth day of June when the ships sailed out of the
Chesapeake Bay, leaving on the banks of the river we called the James,
a hundred men and boys, all told, to hold their lives and their liberty
against thousands upon thousands of naked savages, who had already shown
that they desired to be enemies rather than friends. Even in the eyes
of a boy, it was an odd company to battle with the savages and the
wilderness, for the greater number were those who called themselves
gentlemen, and who believed it beneath their station to do any labor
whatsoever, therefore did it seem to me that this new town would be
burdened sorely with so many drones.
Master Hunt, the preacher, could in good truth call himself a gentleman,
and yet I myself saw him, within two hours after we were landed, nailing
a piece of timber between two trees that he might stretch a square of
sailcloth over it, thus making what served as the first church in the
country of Virginia. Yet Captain Smith has said again and again, that
the discourses of Master Hunt under that poor shelter of cloth, were, to
his mind, more like the real praising of God, than any he had ever heard
in the costly buildings of the old world.
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