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Show Page 142 ashes. I have already sent two supplies of ashes to James Towne, for which Master Blaney, the new cape merchant, paid me seven shillings a hundred weight. I now have over one pound for my seed and supplies. I shall more than triple that when I receive my tobacco for tutoring. In a few weeks Anne should birth her babe. It is a lovely time of year to enter the world. I must think of a gift to welcome the child. ******************** "To trade," Rawhunt said, standing before me, the smoke of my fire billowing about his face. He neither blinked nor moved aside. Over his arm he held a small rug made of beaver skins. I reached out to touch the soft fur, knowing at once the rug would make a perfect gift for Anne's infant. Indeed, it would sleep snugly under such a covering. I cast about in my mind for something I could use to trade for the fur. "I will trade," I told the man. "Come with me." When we reached the house, Rawhunt squatted near the fireplace while I rummaged through Aunt Mary's chest in search of the small gold pin she once wore upon her bosom. At last I found it and held it in my palm for Rawhunt to see. |
