Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
At last, his part in the solemn mockery played, he held out the pipe to
me. “The sky will fall, and the rivers run dry, and the birds cease to
sing,” he said, “before the smoke of the calumet fades from the land.”
I took the symbol of peace, and smoked it as silently and soberly--ay,
and as slowly--as he had done before me, then laid it leisurely aside
and held out my hand. “My eyes have been holden,” I told him, “but now
I see plainly the deep graves of the hatchets and the drifting of the
peace smoke through the forest. Let Opechancanough come to Jamestown to
smoke of the Englishman's uppowoc, and to receive rich presents,--a red
robe like his brother Powhatan's, and a cup from which he shall drink,
he and all his people.”
He laid his dark fingers in mine for an instant, withdrew them, and,
rising to his feet, motioned to three Indians who stood out from the
throng of warriors. “These are Captain Percy's guides and friends,”
he announced. “The sun is high; it is time that he was gone. Here are
presents for him and for my brother the Governor.” As he spoke, he took
from his neck the rope of pearls and from his arm a copper bracelet, and
laid both upon my palm.
I thrust the pearls within my doublet, and slipped the bracelet upon my
wrist. “Thanks, Opechancanough,” I said briefly. “When we meet again I
shall not greet you with empty thanks.”
By this all the folk of the village had gathered around us; and now the
drums beat again, and the maidens raised a wild and plaintive song
of farewell. At a sign from the werowance men and women formed a rude
procession, and followed us, who were to go upon a journey, to the edge
of the village where the marsh began. Only the dark Emperor and the old
men stayed behind, sitting and standing in the sunshine, with the peace
pipe lying on the grass at their feet, and the wind moving the branches
overhead. I looked back and saw them thus, and wondered idly how many
minutes they would wait before putting on the black paint. Of Nantauquas
we had seen nothing. Either he had gone to the forest, or upon some
pretense he kept within his lodge.
We bade farewell to the noisy throng who had brought us upon our way,
and went down to the river, where we found a canoe and rowers, crossed
the stream, and, bidding the rowers good-by, entered the forest. It
was Wednesday morning, and the sun was two hours high. Three suns,
Nantauquas had said: on Friday, then, the blow would fall. Three
days! Once at Jamestown, it would take three days to warn each lonely
scattered settlement, to put the colony into any posture of defense.
What of the leagues of danger-haunted forest to be traversed before even
a single soul of the three thousand could be warned?
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