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Show Page 155 Everyone in Wolstenholme Towne is working most feverishly. Harwood has, after all, proven to be an able leader and is determined we shall have a bountiful crop of tobacco to take to the Magazine after curing time, and a bountiful harvest of food to last us through the winter. He keeps the men so busy we now have five or six natives living in the settlement who do all our hunting and fishing, Rawhunt being one of them. And some of the men have given other natives their muskets, so those Indians, too, hunt for us and leave the settlers more time to work the fields. Richard is in a ferment about it all, saying we are inviting disaster, for only a few months past the King of the Eastern Shore--the Laughing King we call him--warned the governor in James Towne that the Indians were planning treachery. But Opechancanough denied there was any plot, and the peacefulness and willing aid of the Indians since that time show his words were true. And again, only last month Opechancanough himself said the sky should sooner fall than the peace between the Indians and the white settlers dissolve. Richard frets overmuch, for he is most serious about his responsibilities. ******************** |