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Show Page 53 our lane. But I did naught but weep when the man came for father's books. And though I knew we had room only for belongings that would contribute to our survival in Virginia, yet I kept a few of them, my journal being one. Shortly after the chests were carried away, Richard and I followed. We were passing through the palisade gate when coming toward us I saw a tall man of strange appearance. An Indian! Most of thosearound us took no notice of him and he walked through the gate as though he were an everyday visitor. Both Richard and I stared, however, for neither of us had seen an Indian before. I was glad of my long skirts, for they hid the knocking of my knees at the sight of the fearsome savage. Half of the man's head was shaven clean of hair while on the other half the hair was long and knotted behind his ear. He wore three feathers on his head and strings of beads about his neck and wrists. He was naked--except for an apron of skin around his middle which was gashed about the edges to make a fringe. He carried a bow, and at his side, a quiver made of skin with the animal's head-I believe 'twas a wolf-still attached. It was tied about his waist with the tail of another animal, the end of which hung down between his legs. From the front it looked as though the tail grew from the savage himself. Dark lines that looked like arrows or crosses were pricked upon his shoulder, breast and legs. Something |