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Show is Page 215 Though the new-born hatred I harbored for the Indian: would not fade for a long while yet, into my heart there crept a glimmer of understanding, a compassionate sense of what the Indians themselves must have felt within their own hearts and minds. Unable to keep the promise I had made to myself the day before, I began once again to weep. But before, I had wept for myself and for the loss of those who I had loved and were dead. Now I wept for the Indians -for Rawhunt and Ipitaquod and Camohan. Aye, even for Opechancanough, who had planned the treachery. For I feared that with that treachery Opechancanough had spawned the beginning of a bitter end. ******************** July, 1622 The air on James Towne peninsula feels fetid and heavy and I wish we were once again at Martin's Hundred. The summer sickness has begun to take a heavy toll amongst the people, crowded as we are behind the palisade walls. Even William Harwood lies i l l with ague, and Governor Wyatt has named Ralph Hamor to oversee our plantation till Harwood is well again. Hamor made one visit to the hundred to look for any provisions |
