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Show Page 214 given them. So they rose up against us and tried to take back what was their own." "Then they shall have it!" I cried. "It is a cruel, heartless land and I hate it even as I hate those who fain would take it back from me." "I think not," smiled John. "Nay, I think Virginia is in your soul and you love it even as do Rawhunt and Camohan, would fight for it even as did Rawhunt and Camohan." "But we are again so few." "New people will come. We will begin again. And you will be beside us, pushing back the forest and clearing new fields. I have no doubt, Sarah, that your children will be Virginia-born." I thought on what he said. Were not the Indians like the native Britons who had fought against the invading hordes of Angles, Saxons, Jutes so many years ago? Though they fought bravely, the Britons at last were pushed back into Scotland and Wales. Had I lived in England in those lost days, might I not have struggled for my homeland as bravely, as fiercely, aye, as treacherously as did the Indians of Virginia who saw their land being taken from them? I thought about the land that lay to the west of Wolstenholme Towne, the land I hoped to claim as mine. Would I not fight for it should someone try to wrest it from me? Aye, I would, indeed I would. |
