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Show Page 204 upon their pates, Francis in their arms. Yet as each day passes, hope dies. The men have not left the safety of the palisade these past few days, so Margaret • s fate, too, is still unknown. ******************** April 5, 1622 We have huddled like mice within the walls of the fort for nigh two weeks now. While there is water a-plenty from the well, we have scant food. Soon must the men go out into the forest to hunt, else we shall soon starve. We watch the river hour upon hour for sight of an English boat carrying English folk. Are none others alive in Virginia? ******************** I took a sip of water from the well, hoping it would fill the gnawing hole in my stomach. I was returning to Harwood's house in the center of the fort, where many of us slept, when a shout made me turn and hurry to the platform. Though, in truth, I thought them dead, perhaps Anne and Cisly had at last appeared. Instead, the watch was pointing toward the river. I shaded my eyes and saw a shallop filled with men |