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Show Page 205 beach upon our shore. At first I feared the Indians had again come to do us harm, but my heart raced when I saw the sun glint off helmeted heads and plated bodies, for I knew them to be Englishmen. A column was formed and began marching toward the fort, a tall, bearded figure at the head. Certain I was I recognized the familiar walk, the breadth of the man. When the column reached the charred embers of the company compound, I saw who came. "It's Captain Pierce from James Towne!" I cried, gripping the planks of the palisade, my face awash with tears. "It's Captain Pierce!" I felt John beside me. Flinging my arms about his waist, I wept joyful tears onto his shirt, for our deliverance had come "Perhaps James Towne was saved," was all he said as he held me. James Towne had indeed survived, the captain told us, and thanksto an Indian at that. At Pace's Paine, a plantation across the river from James Towne, an Indian named Chanco had warned Richard Race of the coming uprising. Pace had rowed the three miles to James Towne and given warning. Thus the town was saved. Other settlements were not so lucky, according to Captain Pierce. Five had been killed at Archer's Hope, six at |
