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Show Page 202 dwell away from the settlement, pray that they, too, live and draw breath." I knelt and prayed fervently for those gathered, for any lost survivor in the forest of Virginia, for the souls of those who had left us, for Anne and Cisly and their child. But I could not ask forgiveness for those who had been my friends but were now my enemies. Yet was I most distressed that I could not, for had not Rawhunt let me live? ********************* March 23, 1622 On March 22, in the year 1622, the Indians of Virginia came unarmed into our houses and in some sat down at breakfast. Then, seizing our tools and weapons, they rose up and murdered us, sparing neither man, woman nor child. Some they took prisoner, though it is believed those would be better off had they, too, been killed and their bodies hacked to pieces, as was done to many. Of near one hundred people in Martin's Hundred, eighteen of us are left, the rest being thought dead or captured. We survivors do little but fret amongst ourselves, wondering if the destruction could have been avoided. Harwood |
