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Show Page 188 ladder, "else Mister Kean will put the flat of his sword to my hind parts." With a giggle, he disappeared above. Now smoke rose from the chimneys showing that people were astir and beginning to cook their morning meal. I sniffed, but could not tell what Margaret had simmering, for the wind blew the scent away from me. I saw Rawhunt and Camohan cross the field toward the dwelling, Rawhunt carrying a goose over his shoulder. Already the birds were leaving, so the goose was likely the last fresh one we would enjoy until the autumn brought them honking hack. That morning, Rawhunt and Camohan would sit at our board and share our breakfast, as they often did of late, the Indians being welcome in most homes in the settlement. Except Richard's of course. He continued in a ferment about it, but I had decided he worried overmuch. Even Governor Wyatt felt our trust in the Indians justified, for only the past week the Concord had left James Towne carrying a letter to the Virginia Company about that very matter. In it the governor wrote there was a happy league of peace, soundly concluded and faithfully kept, between the English and the natives. A short time past, we feared this peace would not hold, due to the killing of Nemattanow, who was called Jack of the Feathers, since he went about adorned so with feathers and swan wings. The Indians thought highly of him and believed him immortal from any hurt that could be done him by the English. |