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Show Page 105 Indeed, we had been remiss in our worship, there being little time to spend on our devotions. Yet we did our best, saying our daily prayers over meals and at bedtime. What more could Harwood expect, especially as Martin's Hundred had no minister? And now the topmost leaves of the tobacco plants were covered with yellow spots and had rolled over to touch the ground, as though beseeching us to pull the ripe leaves from the plants. Even I, who was not required to do field work, had been helping to string the leaves on lines, hurrying while there was still hot weather in which to cure them to a bright color. "Perhaps a day of worship will inspire us and make the work go faster," said Anne hopefully. This time both Margaret and Walter snorted. By the time the sun had tipped the top of the oaks on Sunday, we had gathered by the half-built church next the Boy's dwelling. Many from outlying dwelling sites had come, as had many of the Indians who were wont to wander about the settlement, trading game for trinkets, or if they could find a willing traitor, for weapons and ammunition. Rawhunt stood with John Clark, a stuffed hawk with widespread wings upon his head in honor of the occasion. Another Indian, Camohan, was with them. |