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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The White Doe + The Fate of Virginia Dare + +Author: Sallie Southall Cotten + +Release Date: May 13, 2009 [EBook #28796] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WHITE DOE *** + + + + +Produced by D. Alexander, Diane Monico, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;"> +<img src="images/image001.jpg" width="451" height="600" alt="(cover)" title="" /> +</div> +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<h1> +<span class="smcap">The White Doe</span></h1> +<hr style="width: 33%;" /> +<h1><small>THE FATE OF +VIRGINIA DARE</small></h1> + +<p class="title"><i>AN INDIAN LEGEND</i><br /><br /> + +<small>BY</small><br /><br /> + +<big>SALLIE<br /> +SOUTHALL<br /> +COTTEN<br /><br /> +</big></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 83px;"> +<img src="images/image002.png" width="83" height="100" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + +<p class="title"> +Printed for the Author<br /> +<small>BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY, PHILADELPHIA</small><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<p class="center"><small>Copyright, 1901<br /> + +<span class="smcap">By Sallie Southall Cotten</span><br /> + +<i>All rights reserved</i></small></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 369px;"> +<a name="Illus_frontis" id="Illus_frontis"></a> +<img src="images/image003.jpg" width="369" height="600" alt=""While within its bright'ning dimness, +With the misty halo 'round her, +Stood a beautiful white maiden"Page 70" title="frontispiece" /> +<span class="caption">"While within its bright'ning dimness,<br /> +With the misty halo 'round her,<br /> +Stood a beautiful white maiden"<span class="right"><small>Page <a href="#Page_70">70</a></small></span></span> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<p class="center"><small>TO</small><br /><br /> + + +<big>The National Society</big><br /> +<small>of</small><br /> +<big>Colonial Dames of America</big><br /> +<br /> +<small>WHOSE PATRIOTIC WORK HAS STIMULATED<br /> +RESEARCH INTO AN IMPORTANT AND<br /> +INTERESTING PERIOD OF THE HISTORY OF</small><br /> +<br /> +OUR BELOVED COUNTRY<br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FORGOTTEN_FACTS_AND_FANCIES" id="FORGOTTEN_FACTS_AND_FANCIES"></a>FORGOTTEN FACTS AND FANCIES<br /> +OF AMERICAN HISTORY</h2> + + +<p><span class="dropcapa"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span>S civilization advances there develops +in the heart of man a higher +appreciation of the past, and the +deeds of preceding generations +come to be viewed with a calm +criticism which denudes those +deeds of false splendor and increases +the lustre of real accomplishment. +Man cannot see into the future and +acquire the prescience of coming events which +would make him infallible, but he can remove the +veil from the past, contemplate the mistakes and +successes of those who have lived before him, and +who struggled with the same problems which now +confront him. The results of their efforts are recorded +in history, and inspired by high ideals he can +study the past, and by feeding his lamp of wisdom +with the oil of their experiences he secures a +greater light to guide his own activities. Man +remains a slave to Fate until Knowledge makes +him free, and while all true knowledge comes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span> +from experience, it need not necessarily be <i>personal</i> +experience.</p> + +<p>In studying the past, deeds come to be estimated +more with reference to their ultimate results and as +factors in universal progress, and less as personal +efforts; just as more and more the personal merges +into the universal in all lines of endeavor. Viewed +in this light of ultimate results an imperishable and +increased lustre envelops the name of Sir Walter +Raleigh as the pioneer and faithful promoter of +English colonization in America. The recognition +of his services by the people who reap the reward +of his labors has ever been too meagre. A portrait +here and there, the name of the capital city in +a State, a mention among other explorers on a +tablet in the National Library, the name of a battleship, +and a few pages in history, help to remind us +of his association with this nation. Perhaps a few +may recognize his personal colors—red and white—in +the binding in this book, and his Coat of Arms +in the heraldic device which ornaments the cover, +and which are mentioned "lest we forget" one we +should honor.</p> + +<p>The present and ever increasing greatness of +these United States is due to the efforts of this +remarkable man, who so wondrously combined in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span> +one personality the attributes of statesman, courtier, +soldier, scientist, poet, explorer, and martyr. Isabella +of Spain offered her jewels to aid Columbus, +and the deed has been lauded and celebrated as of +international value, yet it contained no touch of +personal sacrifice. She was never deprived of her +jewels, and while her generous offer proved her +faith in the theories and ability of Columbus, it +brought to her no suffering. On the other hand, +the efforts of Sir Walter Raleigh were at his own +expense, and entailed financial disaster on him in +the end. That he sought to extend the power of +England must be admitted by those who correctly +estimate his character; yet no one will deny that +he was the most important factor in the colonization +of America by the English. Spain, France, and +England contended long for supremacy in the New +World, but France failed to gain any permanent +power, and Spanish dominance, as illustrated in +South America and Mexico, was followed by slow +progress. It was the English race, <i>led by Raleigh</i>, +which has become the leading power and modern +strength of America. Colony after colony he sent +to the new land, and desisted not, even after the +death of his half-brother and coadjutor, Sir Humphrey +Gilbert. Disaster could not daunt so brave<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span> +a spirit, and with unsurpassed enterprise and perseverance +he continued to send expeditions year after +year to what is now the coast of North Carolina, but +which was then called Virginia, and recognized as +Raleigh's possessions. Much money was required, +and when his own fortune was exhausted he transferred +to what is known as the London Company +his rights to the land, and <i>by his advice</i> they avoided +his mistakes and made the next settlement at Jamestown +instead of Roanoak Island.</p> + +<p>These facts have been temporarily obscured by +the moss of neglect, but they cannot be destroyed. +They will ever remain the foundation-stones of the +great structure known and respected among nations +as the United States of America, and were laid by +Sir Walter Raleigh at Roanoak Island, on the coast +of North Carolina, which was then called Virginia. +The intervening years have brought great results, +those early struggles have ripened into success and +greatness beyond Raleigh's most sanguine dreams. +A new race has arisen, yet bearing the characteristics +of the race from which it sprung. Our English +ancestors, our heritage of English law and custom, +of religion and home life, of language and ideals, +all tempered by the development of new characteristics, +bind us <i>through him</i> to England.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p> + +<p>Sir Walter Raleigh was not an ordinary man. +He was one of the most remarkable of a coterie of +remarkable men whom a remarkable queen (Elizabeth) +gathered around her, and to whom she owed +much of the grandeur of her remarkable reign. +Elizabeth's greatest gift was a capacity for discerning +and using great minds, and she had the good +fortune to find many around her at that period of +time. Raleigh won her favor, and received from +her many benefits, among which was the honor of +knighthood with its emoluments, which she conferred. +In the end her favor cost him dear, because +his heart had the courage to be true to itself in love. +Elizabeth never forgave him for loving, marrying, +and being true until death to her maid of honor, +the beautiful Elizabeth Throckmorton. That vain +and jealous queen permitted no rivals, and she +wished to reign over the heart of this man, who, +handsome, brave, gallant, intelligent, and romantic, +made an ideal courtier. His life at court was brilliant +but brief. Love anchored a soul attuned to +loftier deeds, and after his marriage his career as a +courtier was eclipsed by his later exploits as a statesman, +warrior, explorer, and author. He planned +and participated in many expeditions which brought +benefit to his queen and added to his own fortune,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span> +yet none of his expeditions have borne such an +ever-increasing harvest of results as those he sent to +America. He began that work in 1584, and continued +to send expeditions in 1585-1586-1587, until +the invasion of England by the Spanish Armada +forced him to other activities, and even then he sent +two expeditions to the relief of the colonists, which, +because of the exigencies of war, failed to reach +America. In fact, the attitude of Spain towards +England at that time was the greatest obstacle which +militated against the success of his colonies. His +ships and his valor were necessary to suppress and +check the insolence and ambition of Spain, who designed +to conquer England and become mistress of +the world. By his valor, loyalty, and wisdom Raleigh +was largely instrumental in bringing about the failure +of those plans and in defeating the Spanish fleet, +which had been boastingly named The Invincible +Armada. Again his zeal and cool daring won for +England the great victory of Cadiz, which has +always ranked as the most remarkable achievement +in the annals of naval warfare. With only seven +ships he dashed in and destroyed a large Spanish +fleet (fifty-five ships) in its own harbor with a dexterity +and valor not surpassed even by Dewey at +Manila nor by Schley at Santiago.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p> + +<p>Spain was always his foe because she feared him, +and it seems like the Nemesis of fate that three hundred +years later the death-blow of Spain as a world +power was dealt in Manila Bay by the nation which +Raleigh strove so hard to plant, himself all unconscious +of what the years were to bring. On that +famous morning when Dewey startled the world +and chastised Spain for her insolence and cruelty, +the ship which fired the first shot in a battle destined +to change the rating of two nations, the +ship which first replied to the fire of the Spanish +forts, as if answering the challenge of an old-time +foe,—that ship was the <i>Raleigh</i>, named in honor +of that great man by the nation he had fostered, +and in that battle Raleigh's foe was humbled, +Raleigh's fame perpetuated, and Raleigh's death +avenged.</p> + +<p>After the death of Elizabeth the star of Raleigh +set. He whose most valiant work had been the +defense of England against the attacks of Spain was +falsely charged with treasonable negotiations with +Spain, and after a farce of a trial was thrown into +prison, where he remained more than twelve years. +The only mitigations of the horrors of prison life were +the presence of his devoted wife and his books. He +had always been a student, and he spent the weary<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</a></span> +hours of his long confinement in that companionship +which is known only to those who really love books, +and to such minds they prove a panacea for sorrow +and injustice. During that imprisonment he wrote +his famous "History of the World," marking the +eventful epoch by writing a history of the Old World +at the same time that he was opening the gates of +the future by planting English colonies in the New +World. As soon as he was released from prison his +mind returned to schemes of exploration. He made +a voyage to South America, where new disasters +befell him, and where his oldest son was killed. +Shattered by grief and misfortune he returned to +England, where his enemies had planned his certain +downfall. Again he was sent to prison, but not for +a long time, for soon his princely head paid the penalty +which true greatness has too often paid to the +power of a weak king. As a subject he was loyal +and valiant, as a husband faithful and devoted, as a +father affectionate and inspiring, as a scholar distinguished +in prose and poetry, as a soldier he won +fame and fortune, as a statesman he contributed to +the renown of his sovereign's realm, and as a man +he lived and died guided by the highest ideals. +This was the man who spent a fortune trying to +establish English colonies in North America, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span> +who sent repeated expeditions to the island of +Roanoak, situated where the waters of the Albemarle +and Pamlico Sounds meet, on the coast of +North Carolina, but which was then called Virginia.</p> + +<p>The island wears a cluster of historic jewels which +should endear it to all patriotic Anglo-Americans. +To them it should be the most sacred, the best +loved spot in all the United States. There the first +English settlements were made which led to English +supremacy in the New World. There the first home +altar was reared and the first child of English +parents in the United States was born and baptized. +There the blood of Englishmen first dyed the sod +of North America, and there the first attempts at +English agriculture were made. There was enacted +the tragedy of American colonization, the disappearance +of Raleigh's Lost Colony, and there the +sacrament of baptism was first administered in the +United States. Roanoak Island is a beautiful place, +with fertile soil and wild luxuriance of vine-covered +forests which are enveloped in a deep solitude which +has become dignity. Restless waters ebb and flow +by its side, restless winds kiss its bare sand dunes, +a genial sun brings to maturity its wealth of tree +and vine and shrub. Protected from the storms +which ravage the ocean beyond, it sleeps in quiet<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</a></span> +beauty, content with its heritage of fame as <i>the first +home of the English race in America</i>.</p> + +<p>Its isolated position, its wild beauty, its tragic +associations, its dignified repose, all seem to have +set it aside from the rush of modern progress that it +might become a shrine for the homage of a patriotic +people.</p> + +<p>The wonderful fertility of the soil of this island +seemed a marvel to the early explorers, all of whom +have testified to it. Ralph Lane, governor of the +colony of 1585, in writing to Raleigh of the island +and the surrounding country, declared it to be "the +goodliest soil under the cope of heaven," and that +"being inhabited with English no realm in Christendom +were comparable to it;" every word of which +is true now, provided that the English who inhabit +it follow the suggestions of nature and adopt horticulture +as the developing means. The surrounding +country as well as Roanoak Island has a wealth of +climbing vines and clustering grapes which point +instinctively to grape culture. Amadas and Barlowe +(1584) wrote that they found the land "so full of +grapes as the very beating and surge of the sea overflowed +them, of which we found such plenty, as well +there as in all places else, both on the sand and on +the green soil, on the hills as on the plains, as well<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</a></span> +as on every little shrub as also climbing towards the +top of high cedars, that I think in all the world the +like abundance is not to be found."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<a name="scuppernong_vineyard" id="scuppernong_vineyard"></a> +<img src="images/image010.jpg" width="600" height="353" alt="A Scuppernong Vineyard, Roanoak Island" title="A Scuppernong Vineyard, Roanoak Island" /> +<span class="caption">A Scuppernong Vineyard, Roanoak Island</span> +</div> + +<p>Surely no other such natural vineyard was ever +found outside the fabled Garden of the Gods!</p> + +<p>Even in this generation an old resident of the +Banks, an ante-bellum pilot on these waters, has +testified that his grandfather could remember the +time "when if a vessel were stranded on any of the +beaches the crew could crawl to land on the grapevines +hanging over where now there is only a dry +sand beach." Throughout the eastern part of that +State (North Carolina) the grape riots in natural +luxuriance and is luscious and fragrant. Many +varieties remain wild, while others have been improved +by cultivation. The three finest native +American grapes, the Catawba, the Isabella, and the +Scuppernong, are all indigenous to the soil of North +Carolina. The Catawba, native to the banks of the +river Catawba, from which it takes its name, is still +found wild in North Carolina, while it has become +celebrated at the North as a table-grape, and in +Ohio as a wine-grape. In its adopted home it has +revolutionized land values because of the money +value of the product. The Isabella grape, so +generally cultivated for table use, is thought to be a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</a></span> +hybrid between the Burgundy and the native fox-grape +of the Carolinas. The tradition runs that +the Burgundy was brought to South Carolina by the +Huguenots, and that cuttings from this hybrid were +brought to North Carolina and successfully propagated. +Mrs. Isabella Gibbs, for whom this well-known +grape was named, carried a vine from North +Carolina to Long Island, where it attracted attention +because of its hardiness.</p> + +<p>To the people of the South Atlantic coast the +Scuppernong is by far the most important of the +native grapes, for while it refuses to flourish away +from its native home, yet its great possibilities as a +wine-grape are beginning to be appreciated. All +the early explorers gave it special mention. Hariot +in his famous Narrative wrote, "There are two kinds +of grapes that the soil does yield naturally, the one +is small and sour, of the ordinary bigness of ours in +England; the other far greater and of <i>himself luscious +sweet</i>. When they are planted and husbanded as +they ought, a principal commodity of wines by them +may be raised." (Hakluyt, 1586.) Lawson in his +history (1714) describes several varieties, and dwells +on the abundant supply of grapes and the great +tangles of green vines. He wrote of a native <i>white</i> +grape, which many in that day thought existed only<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</a></span> +in his imagination; but it was a reality and was the +now well-known Scuppernong, whose fame history +and tradition both perpetuate, and whose real worth, +greater than its legendary fame, is now being recognized +and appreciated. There are several varieties +of the Scuppernong, all luscious and yielding rich +juices, and when ripe they fill the air with a fragrance +unknown to any other grape.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<a name="mother" id="mother"></a> +<img src="images/image012.jpg" width="350" height="600" alt="Old "Mother" Scuppernong Vine." title="Old "Mother" Scuppernong Vine." /> +<span class="caption">Old "Mother" Scuppernong Vine.</span> +</div> + +<p>The first Scuppernong vine known to history was +found on the mainland of the North Carolina coast +by Amadas and Barlowe on their first voyage (1584). +Tradition relates that they transplanted this vine to +Roanoak Island. On this island there still flourishes +an old vine, which despite its gnarled body and +evident age continues to bear fruit. It is claimed +that it is the same vine Amadas and Barlowe planted. +Some insist that it was planted by Sir Walter Raleigh +himself, but as that famous knight did not realize his +wish to visit his new possessions in North America, +the honor of having planted the vine must revert to +Amadas and Barlowe. It seems to be endowed +with perennial youth, and the harvest from its +branches is an annual certainty.</p> + +<p>What the early explorers testified as to the abundant +supply of grapes on the Carolina coast, and the +propitious conditions existing for the propagation of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</a></span> +the vine, is equally true to-day. The manifest destiny +of North Carolina as the rival of Southern France +in the production of wines seems to be inevitable. +The marvel is how it has been so long delayed after +Hariot's special mention of such possibilities. Hariot +was a close observer with a practical mind, and the +presence of an indigenous supply of material to sustain +an important industry suggested to him that the +people coming to this grape-laden land might establish +such an industry to their advantage. The delay +of the development of grape-culture in its native +home can only be explained on the theory that when +nature boldly invites, man becomes shy. This indifference +to grape-culture is peculiar to America, for +in Europe all the aristocracy who are land-owners, +where the climate makes it possible, are cultivators +of the grape, take great pride in their wines, boast +of their rare and fine vintages, and hold the making +of wine as one of the fine arts.</p> + +<p>The original Scuppernong has white skin, white +pulp, white juice, and makes a white wine. Other +varieties have dark purple skins and yield a reddish +juice which makes a red wine. The dark varieties +are said to be <i>seedlings</i> from the original white variety, +and tradition explains the metamorphosis in +this way.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<a name="modern_vineyard" id="modern_vineyard"></a> +<img src="images/image014.jpg" width="600" height="351" alt="Among the Scuppernongs.—A Modern Vineyard." title="Among the Scuppernongs.—A Modern Vineyard." /> +<span class="caption">Among the Scuppernongs.—A Modern Vineyard.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</a></span></p> + +<p>In the magic spring made famous in the legend +of The White Doe, after the blood of Virginia Dare +had melted from the silver arrow into the water of +the spring, then the water disappeared. As the +legend says:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Dry became the magic fountain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving bare the silver arrow."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Then while O-kis-ko looked on in wonderment he +saw</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">"a tiny shoot with leaflets<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pushing upward to the sunlight."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Tradition says that this "tiny shoot with leaflets" +was a young seedling of the Scuppernong which had +sprouted in the edge of the water, and it was not +seen by O-kis-ko until all the water had disappeared. +Then he saw it and immediately associated its appearance +with the magic arrow, and so left it "reaching +upward to the sunlight." After many days he +returned to the spot-drawn by an irresistible longing, +and covered the fatal arrow, which had brought +him so much woe, with earth and leaves to hide +it from his sight. The earth and leaves furnished +the necessary nourishment to the tiny vine, which +reached out with strength and vigor, and finding +friendly bushes upon which to climb, it soon made a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</a></span> +sheltering bower above the spot where had bubbled +the magic spring. This tiny green bower became the +favorite retreat of O-kis-ko, where he would linger to +cherish thoughts of his lost love, Virginia Dare, and +marvel on the wonders of her death. Then it came +to pass that when fruit came upon this vine, lo! it +was purple in hue instead of white like the other +grapes, and yielded a <i>red</i> juice. Full of superstition, +and still credulous of marvels, O-kis-ko imagined +the change to be due to the magic arrow buried +at its root. He gathered the grapes and pressed the +juice from them, and lo! it was <i>red</i>—it was the semblance +of blood, <i>Virginia Dare's blood</i>, absorbed +from the water (in which it had melted from the +arrow) by the vine, and yet potent for good. Surely +it held some unseen power, for it combined in some +mystic way through the mysterious earth at his feet +all the power of the magic spring, the power of the +silver arrow, and the power of human blood consecrated +through human love. He reverently drank +the juice of this new vine, believing that it would in +some way link him with the spirit of her he had +loved and lost. Year after year he drank this juice +and fed his soul on thoughts of love, making unconsciously +a sacrament, and finding happiness in the +thought that the blood of the maiden would feed his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</a></span> +spirit and lead him to her at last. To become good +like her and to go to her became his highest hope. +Aspiration had been born in his soul, and quickened +by love it could not die, but led him blindly to strive +to reach her, and such striving is never in vain.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<a name="virg_dare_vine" id="virg_dare_vine"></a> +<img src="images/image016.jpg" width="600" height="348" alt="A "Virginia Dare" Vineyard." title="A "Virginia Dare" Vineyard." /> +<span class="caption">A "Virginia Dare" Vineyard.</span> +</div> + +<p>Another fact that should be enshrined in the +hearts and perpetuated in the memorials of the +nation, is that on Roanoak Island the first Christian +baptism in the United States was administered. By +order of Sir Walter Raleigh, Manteo, the friendly +Indian chief, was baptized soon after the arrival of +the colony under Governor White, and the following +Sunday Virginia Dare, the granddaughter of Governor +White, was baptized, both events being officially +reported to Raleigh. In this day of religious freedom +any enforced adoption of religious forms shocks +our pious instincts. Yet baptism has always been +considered <i>necessary</i> to salvation, and in the past +the zeal of Christians for the salvation of their fellow-men +often assumed the form of mild force. We read +where the Spaniards, always religious fanatics, administered +the Holy Sacrament to thousands in +Central America and Mexico <i>at the point of the +sword</i>; their zeal misleading them to force upon +those less enlightened than themselves the hope of +that heaven which they believed to be accessible<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[Pg xviii]</a></span> +only through certain Christian rites. So to order +the baptism of an Indian chief seems a simple, +kindly thing, and most probably Manteo desired it +done. The only other Indian who received baptism +in those early settlements was Pocahontas, in 1614. +She was a captive at the time and held as a hostage +to induce Powhatan to comply with certain demands +of the colonists at Jamestown.</p> + +<p>Despite the fact that Virginia Dare was baptized +twenty-seven years earlier than Pocahontas, yet it is +the Indian Princess who is figured in the painting +on the walls of the dome of the Capitol at Washington +as receiving the first baptism in the colonies. +Buried in the annals of that time lies the fact that +twenty-seven years before any colonist even came +to Jamestown, Virginia Dare was born and baptized, +as the sequence of Christian birth and as the +child of Christian parents. Virginia Dare was not a +myth. She was a living, breathing reality, a human +creature of good English descent, the granddaughter +of the governor of the colonies, the daughter of +the assistant governor, and a sharer in the mysterious +fate of Raleigh's Lost Colony. The historical +facts of her life and the legend of her fate and +death are contained in the pages of "The White +Doe."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</a></span></p> + +<p>Her baptism would not have been mentioned in +the records if it had not been official and proper. +In a new land, surrounded by dangers and difficulties, +with strange environment to divert the mind +to other channels, it would have been easy and +natural for her baptism to have been delayed if not +altogether neglected amid the stress of events. Her +prompt baptism and the official report of the event +to Sir Walter Raleigh is convincing testimony to +the presence of a chaplain at Roanoak.</p> + + +<h3>THE FIRST BAPTISM IN THE WILDS OF +AMERICA!</h3> + +<p>How naturally the scene rises before us. The +young mother, her heart thrilling with the mysteries +of love and life, and elated with the joy of motherhood, +alert to the dangers of the new land, and suspicious +of the strange people among whom her +blue-eyed treasure must live, yet yielding cheerfully +to the busy smiling English women who had crossed +the ocean with her, and now with womanly intuition +ministered to her needs. We can picture them +making tidy the confused household, and stilling the +cries of the infant as they prepare her to receive +the sign of the cross. We can almost picture them +deliberating over a choice from among their limited<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xx" id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</a></span> +supply of vessels of one worthy to become the receptacle +of the water to be used. It was on the +Sabbath-Day, and the dedication to God of the +wee creature who had so newly come among them +was a fitting observance of the day. The solemn +words of the ritual of the English Church, never +before spoken in that primeval forest, must have +awakened mysterious vibrations which linger yet +and give to Roanoak Island that atmosphere of +perpetual repose which envelops it. There must +have come to those who witnessed the scene that +holy Sabbath-Day, just as it comes now to those +who view it from afar, a deep realization that the +God of the English and the Great Spirit of the Indian +are one and the same, then, now, and evermore. +The One God to whom in baptism Virginia +Dare was brought and in whose name Manteo the +savage was signed with the cross and given the +promise of salvation, and who remains the God of +the millions of English-speaking people who now +worship in the land which was then and there dedicated +to the service of Christ.</p> + +<p>The mist of oblivion fades before the light of +Truth, and Virginia Dare will be a shining jewel in +the Chaplet of Memories which some day Christian +America will place upon the tomb of the Past.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE</h2> + + +<p>A familiar knowledge of the history of one's +own country increases patriotism and stimulates +valor. For this reason the study of written records +called history should be supplemented by research +into myths, folk-lore, and legends. While the +value of history lies ever in its truth, it must yet +bear the ideals of the people who participated in +the events narrated. Tradition was the mother +of all history, and was necessarily robed in the +superstitions of the era of which the tradition tells. +History writers, jealously guarding the truth, have +striven to banish all traditions which seemed colored +by fancy or even freighted with a moral lesson. +These exiled traditions, bearing the seed-germs of +truth, cannot die, but, like wandering spirits, float +down the centuries enveloped in the mists of superstition, +until finally, embodied in romance or song, +they assume a permanent form called legend and +become the heritage of a people. Legends are +the satellites of history because they have their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> +origin in the same events, and the history of all +countries is interspersed with them.</p> + +<p>The legend of The White Doe is probably the +oldest and possibly the least known of all the +legends which relate to the history of the United +States. It is a genuine American legend, and the +facts from which it had its origin form the first +chapter in the history of English colonization in +North America. Those facts are found in the +repeated attempts of Sir Walter Raleigh to establish +an English colony in the New World. The +Spaniards were in Florida, the French were in +Nova Scotia, but England had gained no possessions +in North America when Raleigh began his +efforts. This fact assumes more importance when +we remember that civilization has made the greatest +progress in those parts of America where the +English became dominant. In South America, +dominated by the Spaniards, civilization has made +no strides, while in the United States a new nation +has arisen whose ultimate destiny none may limit +or foretell. As the gates of a new century open +and disclose almost unlimited fields for human +progress, this new nation, with an enthusiasm and +courage born of success, has taken her place to +lead in the eternal forward search for better opportunities<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span> +and higher life for the human race. +All this grand destiny, all this ripening opportunity, +like a harvest from a few seeds, is traced back, +event after event, to the early struggles of those +who braved the dangers of sea and forest in the +attempts to colonize America. Those pioneer +efforts, so generously promoted by Sir Walter +Raleigh, though only partially successful, were the +stepping-stones which later led to the better-known +settlement of Jamestown, in Virginia. A brief +<i>résumé</i> of those stepping-stones will make them +familiar to all.</p> + +<p>In 1584 Queen Elizabeth made a grant to +Raleigh for all the land from Nova Scotia to +Florida, which was called Virginia, in honor of the +Virgin Queen, as Elizabeth was called.</p> + +<p>The first expedition sent out under this grant +was in the same year, 1584, and was entirely at +the expense of Sir Walter Raleigh, as were all of +the expeditions up to 1590. It was solely for the +purpose of exploration, and was under the command +of Amadas and Barlowe, who, after coasting +along the Atlantic shores, entered Pamlico +Sound and landed on the island of Roanoak, +on the coast of the present State of North Carolina. +They made the acquaintance of the tribes there<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> +resident, explored the country on the coast, and +returned to England to bear enthusiastic testimony +to the delightsomeness of the country. They took +with them back to England two native Indian +chiefs, Manteo and Wanchese, who returned to +America on a subsequent voyage, as the official +records tell.</p> + +<p>The following year, 1585, a colony of one +hundred and seven men landed on this same island +of Roanoak. They came organized to occupy +and possess the land granted to Raleigh, and to +secure such benefits therefrom as in those days +were deemed valuable. They remained one year, +exploring the country and trying to establish relations +with the Indians. They built houses, planted +crops, and looked forward to the arrival of more +men and food, which had been promised from +England. But no ships came, provisions grew +scarce, and before the crops they had planted were +mature enough to harvest, Sir Francis Drake, the +great sea-rover of that day, appeared off the +island with a fleet of vessels.</p> + +<p>Knowing the dangers of that coast, he did not +attempt to come to the island, but sent in to learn +of the welfare of the colony, and offered to supply +their immediate needs. They asked, among other<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> +things, that their sick and weak men be taken back +to England, that food for those who remained be +given them, and for a vessel in which they might +return home if they so desired, all of which Drake +granted. But a dreadful storm arose, which lasted +three days and drove the promised vessel out to +sea, with a goodly number of the colonists and +the promised food on board. Seeing thus a part +of their number and their food gone, the remaining +colonists became homesick and panic-stricken +and begged Drake to take them <i>all</i> to England, +which he did. Thus ended the first attempt at +English colonization in North America.</p> + +<p>Fifteen days after their departure Sir Richard +Grenville arrived with three vessels, bringing the +promised supplies, but found the men gone. +Wishing to hold the country for England until +another colony could arrive, he left fifteen men +on the island with provisions for two years, and he +returned to England. Those fifteen men are supposed +to have been murdered and captured by +the Indians, as the next colony found only some +bones, a ruined fort, and empty houses in which +deer were feeding.</p> + +<p>The leaving of those fifteen men is considered +the second attempt at colonization, and is recognized<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> +as a failure. But all success is built only +by persistent repetition of effort, and so, in 1587, +another colony came from England to this same +island of Roanoak. Among those colonists were +seventeen women and nine children, thus proving +the intention of making permanent homes, and +the hope of establishing family ties which should +for all time unite England and North America. +A few days after the arrival of this colony at +Roanoak, Virginia Dare was born,—she being the +first child born of English parents on the soil of +North America,—and because she was the first +child born in Virginia she was called Virginia. +Her mother, Eleanor Dare, was the daughter of +John White, the governor of the colony, and the +wife of one of the assistant governors.</p> + +<p>The Sunday following her birth she was baptized, +this being another fact of official record.</p> + +<p>By Sir Walter Raleigh's command the rite of +baptism had been administered, a few days earlier, +to Manteo, an Indian chief, who had visited +England with a returning expedition, as previously +mentioned. This baptism of the adult Indian and +of the white infant were the first Christian sacraments +administered in North America, and are +worthy of commemoration.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> + +<p>The colonists soon found that to make possible +and permanent their home in a new land many +things were needed more than they had provided. +So at their urgent request their leader, Governor +White, grandfather of Virginia Dare, consented +to return to England to secure the needed supplies, +with which he was to return to them the +following year. When White reached England he +found war going on with Spain, and England +threatened with an invasion by the famous Spanish +Armada. His queen needed and demanded his +services, and not until 1590—three years later—did +he succeed in returning to America. When at last +he came the colonists had disappeared, and the +only clue to their fate was the word "Croatoan," +which he found carved on a tree; it having been +agreed between them that if they changed their +place of abode in his absence they would carve +on a tree the name of the place to which they +had gone.</p> + +<p>The arrival of those colonists, the birth and +baptism of Virginia Dare, the return of White to +England, the disappearance of the colony, and the +finding of the word Croatoan, these facts form +the record of that colony, the disappearance of +which is a mystery which history has not solved.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p> + +<p>But tradition illumines many periods of the +past which history leaves in darkness, and tradition +tells how this colony found among friendly +Indians a refuge from the dangers of Roanoak +Island, and how this infant grew into fair maidenhood, +and was changed by the sorcery of a rejected +lover into <i>a white doe</i>, which roamed the +lonely island and bore a charmed life, and how +finally true love triumphed over magic and restored +her to human form,—only to result in the death +of the maiden from a silver arrow shot by a cruel +chieftain.</p> + +<p>This tradition of a white doe and a silver +arrow has survived through three centuries, and +not only lingers where the events occurred, but +some portions of it are found wherever in our +land forests abound and deer abide. From Maine +to Florida lumbermen are everywhere familiar +with an old superstition that to see a white doe +is an evil omen. In some localities lumbermen +will quit work if a white deer is seen. That +such a creature as a white deer really exists is +demonstrated by their capture and exhibition in +menageries, and to-day the rude hunters of the +Alleghany Mountains believe that only a silver +arrow will kill a white deer.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> + +<p>The disappearance of this colony has been truly +called "the tragedy of American colonization," +and around it has hung a pathetic interest which +ever leads to renewed investigation, in the hope +of solving the mystery. From recent search into +the subject by students of history a chain of +evidence has been woven from which it has come +to be believed that the lost colony, hopeless of +succor from England, and deprived of all other +human associations, became a part of a tribe of +friendly Croatoan Indians, shared their wanderings, +and intermarried with them, and that their +descendants are to be found to-day among the +Croatoan Indians of Robeson County, North +Carolina.</p> + +<p>(Those who desire to investigate this supposed +solution of the mystery can easily secure the facts +and the conclusions formed by those who have +made a careful study of the subject.)</p> + +<p>Of course, it can never be known <i>certainly</i> +whether Virginia Dare was or was not of that +number, but the full tradition of her life among +the Indians is embodied in the legend of The +White Doe.</p> + +<p>Much has been written about the Indian princess +Pocahontas, and much sentiment has clustered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +around her association with the Jamestown colony, +while few have given thought to the young English +girl whose birth, baptism, and mysterious disappearance +link her forever with the earlier tragedies +of the same era of history. It seems a strange +coincidence that the Indian maiden Pocahontas, +friend and companion of the <i>White</i> Man, having +adopted <i>his</i> people as her own, should sleep in +death on English soil, while the English maiden, +Virginia Dare, friend and companion of the <i>Red</i> +Man, having adopted his people as <i>her</i> own, should +sleep in death on American soil,—the two maidens +thus exchanging nationality, and linking in life +and in death the two countries whose destinies +seem most naturally to intermingle.</p> + +<p>The scattered fragments of this legend have +been carefully collected and woven into symmetry +for preservation. Notes from authentic sources +have been appended for the benefit of searchers +into the historical basis of the poem, which is +offered to the public with the hope that it may +increase interest in the early history of our home +land and strengthen the tie which binds England +and the United States.</p> + +<p class="author"> +<span class="smcap">Sallie Southall Cotten.</span><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> + + + +<ul><li> <span class="tocright"> <small>PAGE</small></span></li> + +<li>Forgotten Facts and Fancies of American History <span class="tocright"><a href="#Page_i">i</a></span></li> + +<li>Preface <span class="tocright"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></span></li> + +<li>Prologue <span class="tocright"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></span></li> + +<li>The Seeds of Truth <span class="tocright"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></span></li> + + +<li class="center">THE LEGEND OF THE WHITE DOE</li> + +<li><span style="margin-left: .75em;"> I.—The Refugees</span> <span class="tocright"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></span></li> + +<li><span style="margin-left: .5em;">II.—The Pale-Face Maiden</span> <span class="tocright"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></span></li> + +<li>III.—Savage Sorcery <span class="tocright"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></span></li> + +<li> IV.—The Counter-Charm <span class="tocright"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></span></li> + +<li> <span style="margin-left: .25em;">V.—The Hunt</span> <span class="tocright"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></span></li> + +<li> VI.—The Silver Arrow <span class="tocright"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></span></li> + +<li>Appendix <span class="tocright"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></span></li> +</ul> + + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="ILLUSTRATIONS" id="ILLUSTRATIONS"></a>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + + +<ol><li><span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>"While within its bright'ning dimness,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>With the misty halo 'round her,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>Stood a beautiful white maiden"</i></span> <span class="tocright smcap"><a href="#Illus_frontis">Frontispiece</a></span></li> + +<li><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>A Scuppernong Vineyard, Roanoak Island</i></span> <span class="tocright"><i><a href="#scuppernong_vineyard">x</a></i></span></li> + +<li><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>Old "Mother" Scuppernong Vine</i></span> <span class="tocright"><i><a href="#mother">xii</a></i></span></li> + +<li><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>Among the Scuppernongs.—A Modern Vineyard</i></span> <span class="tocright"><i><a href="#modern_vineyard">xiv</a></i></span></li> + +<li><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>A "Virginia Dare" Vineyard</i></span> <span class="tocright"><i><a href="#virg_dare_vine">xvi</a></i></span></li> + +<li><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>The Arrival of the Englishmen in Virginia</i></span> <span class="tocright"><i><a href="#arrival_englishmen">23</a></i></span></li> + +<li><span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>"The Fierce, Brawny Red Man is King of the Wold"</i></span> <span class="tocright"><i><a href="#red_man_king">24</a></i></span></li> + +<li><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>The Land-of-Wind-and-Water</i></span> <span class="tocright"><i><a href="#land-of-wind-and-water">32</a></i></span></li> + +<li><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>Man-te-o, a Chiefe Lorde of Roanoak</i></span> <span class="tocright"><i><a href="#manteo">34</a></i></span></li> + +<li><span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>"Then a New Canoe he fashioned"</i></span> <span class="tocright"><i><a href="#canoe">52</a></i></span></li> + +<li><span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>The Magician of Po-mou-ik</i></span> <span class="tocright"><i><a href="#magician">58</a></i></span><br /><br /> + + +<ul> +<li>Frontispiece from an original drawing by May Louise Barrett.<br /></li> + +<li>Maps and remaining illustrations reproduced from +Theodore de Bry's edition of "The True Pictures and +Fashions of the People in that Parte of America now +called Virginia," 1590.</li> +</ul></li></ol> + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="PROLOGUE" id="PROLOGUE"></a>PROLOGUE</h2> + + +<div class="blockprol"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the tomb of vanished ages sleep th' ungarnered truths of Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the pall of silence covers deeds of honor and of crime;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deeds of sacrifice and danger, which the careless earth forgets,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There, in ever-deep'ning shadows, lie embalmed in mute regrets.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would-be-gleaners of the Present vainly grope amid this gloom;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flowers of Truth to be immortal must be gathered while they bloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Else they pass into the Silence, man's neglect their only blight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the Gleaner of the Ages stores them far from human sight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet a perfume, sweet and subtle, lingers where each flower grew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rising from the shattered petals, bathed and freshened by the dew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And this perfume, in the twilight, forms a mist beneath the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of which, like airy phantoms, legends and traditions rise;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the Seeds of Truth are buried in a legend's inmost heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To transplant them in the sunlight justifies the poet's art.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<a name="arrival_englishmen" id="arrival_englishmen"></a> +<a href="images/image023a.png"> +<img src="images/image023.png" width="600" height="407" alt="The arrival of the Englishmen in Virginia" title="The arrival of the Englishmen in Virginia" /></a> +<span class="caption">The arrival of the Englishmen in Virginia</span> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_SEEDS_OF_TRUTH" id="THE_SEEDS_OF_TRUTH"></a>THE SEEDS OF TRUTH<br /><br /> + +<small>ROANOAK, 1587</small></h2> + + +<div class="block"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Shimmering waters, aweary of tossing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hopeful of rest, ripple on to the shore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dimpling with light, as they waver and quiver,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Echoing faintly the ocean's wild roar.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Locked in the arms of the tremulous waters<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nestles an island, with beauty abloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the warm kiss of an amorous summer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fills all the air with a languid perfume.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Windward, the roar of the turbulent breakers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Warns of the dangers of rock and of reef;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burdened with mem'ries of sorrowful shipwreck,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They break on the sands in torrents of grief.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leeward, the forest, grown giant in greenness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shelters a land where a fervid sun shines;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wild with the beauty of riotous nature,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thick with the tangles of fruit-laden vines.<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">From fragrant clusters, grown purple with ripeness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rare, spicy odors float out to the sea,<a name="FNanchor_B_2" id="FNanchor_B_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_B_2" class="fnanchor">[B]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the gray gulls flit with restless endeavor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Skimming the waves in their frolicsome glee.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out from the shore stalks the stately white heron,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeking his food from the deep without fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gracefully waving wide wings as he rises<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the canoe of the Indian draws near.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through reedy brake and the tangled sea-grasses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wander the stag and the timid-eyed doe<a name="FNanchor_C_3" id="FNanchor_C_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_C_3" class="fnanchor">[C]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Down to the water's edge, watchful and wary<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For arrows that fly from the red hunter's bow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fearless Red Hunter! his birthright the forest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lithe as the antelope, joyous and free.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trusting his bow for his food and his freedom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wresting a tribute from forest and sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No chilling forecast of doom in the future<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Daunts his brave spirit, by freedom made bold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far o'er the wildwood he roams at his pleasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fierce, brawny Red Man is king of the wold.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<a name="red_man_king" id="red_man_king"></a> +<img src="images/image024.jpg" width="600" height="404" alt=""The fierce, brawny Red Man is king of the wold"" title=""The fierce, brawny Red Man is king of the wold"" /> +<span class="caption">"The fierce, brawny Red Man is king of the wold"</span> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<div class="block"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lo! in the offing the white sails are gleaming,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ships from afar to the land drawing nigh;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laden with men, strong and brave to meet danger,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stalwart of form, fair of skin, blue of eye.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Boldly they land where the white man is alien;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Women are with them, with hearts true and brave;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sadly they stand where their countrymen perished,<a name="FNanchor_D_4" id="FNanchor_D_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_D_4" class="fnanchor">[D]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeking a home where <i>they</i> found but a grave.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Friendly red hunters greet them with kindness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell the sad tale how their countrymen died,<a name="FNanchor_E_5" id="FNanchor_E_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_E_5" class="fnanchor">[E]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beg for a token of friendship and safety,<a name="FNanchor_F_6" id="FNanchor_F_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_F_6" class="fnanchor">[F]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Promise in love and in peace to abide.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Manteo's heart glows with friendly remembrance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He greets them as brothers and offers good cheer;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No thrill of welcome is felt by Wanchese,<a name="FNanchor_G_7" id="FNanchor_G_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_G_7" class="fnanchor">[G]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">His heart is bitter with malice and fear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Envying men his superiors in wisdom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fearing a race his superiors in skill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sullen and silent he watches the strangers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom from the first he determines to kill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then the sign of the Cross, on the brow of the Indian,<a name="FNanchor_H_8" id="FNanchor_H_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_H_8" class="fnanchor">[H]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seals to the savage the promise of life;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet symbol of sacrifice, emblem of duty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Standard of Peace, though borne amidst strife:</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Draped with the sombre, stained banner of Conquest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dark with the guilt of man's murder and greed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet bright with God's message of love and forgiveness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto a universe welded to creed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gently the morning breeze tosses the tree-tops,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Low ebbs the tide on the outlying sand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When a tiny white babe opens eyes to the sunlight,<a name="FNanchor_I_9" id="FNanchor_I_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_I_9" class="fnanchor">[I]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven's sweet pledge for the weal of the land.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Babe of the Wilderness! tenderly cherished!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Signed with the Cross on the next Sabbath Day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brave English Mother! through danger and sorrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a nation of Christians thou leadest the way.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Back to the home-land, across the deep water,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Goes the wise leader, their needs to abate;<a name="FNanchor_J_10" id="FNanchor_J_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_J_10" class="fnanchor">[J]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving with sorrow the babe and its mother<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a strange land as a hostage to Fate.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many long months pass in busy home-making,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet English customs prevail on the isle;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Anxious eyes watch for the ship in the offing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saddened hearts droop, but the lips bravely smile.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gone are the sweet dreamy days of the summer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In from the ocean the winter winds shriek;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dangers encompass and enemies threaten,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mother and child other refuge must seek.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mother and child, as in Bethlehem story,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flee from the hate of their blood-thirsty foes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hopeless of help from their own land and people,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They seek friendly tribes to find rest from their woes.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To the fair borders of Croatoan Island,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over the night-covered waters they flee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeking for safety with Manteo's people,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving the word "Croatoan" on a tree.<a name="FNanchor_K_11" id="FNanchor_K_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_K_11" class="fnanchor">[K]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Name of the refuge in which they sought shelter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Only the name of a tribe, nothing more;<a name="FNanchor_L_12" id="FNanchor_L_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_L_12" class="fnanchor">[L]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sign whereby those who would seek them might follow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To their new home on the Croatoan's shore.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Why did they leave the rude fort they had builded?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why did they seek far away a new home?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O innocent babe! Roanoak's lost nestling!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How shall we learn where thy footsteps did roam?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Mid the rude tribes of the primeval forest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bearing the signet of Christ on thy brow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wert thou the teacher and guide of the savage?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who, of thy mission, can aught tell us now?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the dim ages comes only the perfume,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Left where the flowers of Truth fell to earth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With ne'er a gleaner to treasure the blossoms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save the sweet petals of baptism and birth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vainly we seek on Time's shore for thy footprints,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hid in a mist of pathos is thy fate;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet of a life under savage enchantment<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quaint Indian legends do strangely relate.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3><br /> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#a">a</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_B_2" id="Footnote_B_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_B_2"><span class="label">[B]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#b">b</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_C_3" id="Footnote_C_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_C_3"><span class="label">[C]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#c">c</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_D_4" id="Footnote_D_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_D_4"><span class="label">[D]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#d">d</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_E_5" id="Footnote_E_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_E_5"><span class="label">[E]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#e">e</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_F_6" id="Footnote_F_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_F_6"><span class="label">[F]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#e">e</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_G_7" id="Footnote_G_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_G_7"><span class="label">[G]</span></a> Pronounced Wan-chess-e.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_H_8" id="Footnote_H_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_H_8"><span class="label">[H]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#f">f</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_I_9" id="Footnote_I_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_I_9"><span class="label">[I]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#g">g</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_J_10" id="Footnote_J_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_J_10"><span class="label">[J]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#h">h</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_K_11" id="Footnote_K_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_K_11"><span class="label">[K]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#k">k</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_L_12" id="Footnote_L_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_L_12"><span class="label">[L]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#k">k</a></i>.</p></div> +</div> +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + + +<h2>THE LEGEND OF THE WHITE DOE</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> +<h2>I<br /><br /> + +THE REFUGEES</h2> + + +<div class="block"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the Land-of-Wind-and-Water,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loud the sea bemoaned its sameness;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dashing shoreward with impatience<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To explore the landward mysteries.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the sand the waves spread boldly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vainly striving to reach higher;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then abashed by vain ambition,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glided to their ordained duty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There the pine-tree, tall and stately,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whispered low the ocean's murmur;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strove to soothe the restless waters<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With its lullaby of sighing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There the tall and dank sea-grasses,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the storm-tide gathered secrets<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the caverns filled with treasures,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Milky pearls and tinted coral,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stores of amber and of jacinth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the caves festooned with sea-weed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the Sea-King held his revels<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the Naiads danced in beauty.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">In this Land-of-Wind-and-Water,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dowered with the sunshine's splendor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Juicy grapes grew in profusion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Draping all the trees with greenness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the maize grew hard and yellow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the sunshine in its kernels.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the forest roamed the black bear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the red deer boldly herded;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the air flew birds of flavor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the sea was full of fishes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till the Red Man knew no hunger,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his wigwam hung with trophies.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<a name="land-of-wind-and-water" id="land-of-wind-and-water"></a> +<a href="images/image032a.jpg"> +<img src="images/image032.jpg" width="600" height="440" alt="The Land-of-Wind-and-Water" title="The Land-of-Wind-and-Water" /> +</a><span class="caption">The Land-of-Wind-and-Water</span> +</div> + +<div class="block"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There brave Man-te-o, the Faithful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ruled the Cro-a-to-ans with firmness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dwelt in peace beside the waters,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smoked his pipe beneath the pine-tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gazed with pride upon his bear-skins<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which hung ready for the winter.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Told his people all the marvels<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the Land-of-the-Pale-Faces;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the ships with wings like sea-birds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherein he had crossed the water;<a name="FNanchor_M_13" id="FNanchor_M_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_M_13" class="fnanchor">[M]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the Pale-Face Weroanza<a name="FNanchor_N_14" id="FNanchor_N_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_N_14" class="fnanchor">[N]</a></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom he saw in her own country;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of her robes of silken texture,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of her wisdom and her power;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Told them of her warlike people<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And their ships which breathed the lightning.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How he pledged with them a friendship,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hoping they would come to teach him<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How to make his people mighty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How to make them strong in battle<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So the other tribes would fear them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the dream of future greatness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filled the Cro-a-to-ans with courage;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And their hearts grew warm and friendly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the race of white-faced strangers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When bold white men came among them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the isle of Ro-a-no-ak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man-te-o, the friendly Weroance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faithful proved to all his pledges.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smoked with them the pipe of friendship,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Took their God to be his Father;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Took upon his swarthy forehead<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their strange emblem of salvation,<a name="FNanchor_O_15" id="FNanchor_O_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_O_15" class="fnanchor">[O]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Emblem of the One Great Spirit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Father of all tribes and nations.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man-te-o, the friend and brother,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bade them fear the false Wan-ches-e,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the Weroance Win-gin-a,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose hearts burned with bitter hatred<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the men they feared in combat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the strangers who defied them.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 474px;"> +<a name="manteo" id="manteo"></a> +<img src="images/image034.jpg" width="474" height="600" alt="Man-te-o, a chiefe lorde of Roanoak" title="Man-te-o, a chiefe lorde of Roanoak" /> +<span class="caption">Man-te-o, a chiefe lorde of Roanoak</span> +</div> + +<div class="block"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the Pale-Face, weak and hungry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feeble from continued labor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shivered in the blasts of winter<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which blew cold across the water,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then Wan-ches-e planned their ruin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Win-gin-a sought to slay them.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To the isle of Ro-a-no-ak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the Pale-Face slept unguarded,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sped the swift canoes of Red Men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gliding through the silent shadows.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the sky grew red with dawning,<a name="FNanchor_P_16" id="FNanchor_P_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_P_16" class="fnanchor">[P]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">While they dreamed of home and kindred,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Suddenly with whoop of murder<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wily Indians swarmed around them.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Skill of Pale-Face, craft of Red Man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Met in fierce, determined battle;</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">While within the Fort called Ralegh<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many arrows fell, like raindrops.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arrows tipped with serpent's poison,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arrows tipped with blazing rosin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Winged with savage thirst for murder,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aimed with cruel skill to torture.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Threatened by the blazing roof-tree<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then the Pale-Face crouched in terror;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saw the folly of resistance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feared his doom, and fled for safety.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Man-te-o, alert for danger,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From afar saw signs of conflict;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saw the waves of smoke ascending<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heavenward, like prayers for rescue.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swift, with boats and trusty warriors,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crossed he then to Ro-a-no-ak;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strong to help his Pale-Face brothers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faithful to his friendly pledges.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As the daylight slowly faded,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hopeless of the bloody struggle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stealthily the Pale-Face warriors<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fled with Man-te-o's brave people.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Left they then the Fort called Ralegh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Left the dead within its stockade;</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sought another island refuge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hoping there to rest in safety.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Man-te-o sought for the mother,<a name="FNanchor_Q_17" id="FNanchor_Q_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_Q_17" class="fnanchor">[Q]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She with babe there born and nurtured<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Neath the shadow of disaster,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the Land-of-Wind-and-Water.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Come," said he, "the darkness falleth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All your people must flee henceward;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wan-ches-e will show no mercy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You must not become his captive.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Take the papoose from thy bosom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Call the white chief whom thou lovest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haste with me upon the flood-tide<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To my wigwam on Wo-ko-kon."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Noiseless, she amid the conflict<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sought her heart's mate to flee with her;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Useless all the strife and courage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Useless all the rude home-making;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shrine for worship, fort for safety,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hope of future peace and plenty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All were vain; yet life we cherish,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far above all boons we hold it:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So she hastened on her mission<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the life of self and loved ones.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As they neared the island border,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pale-Face husband, child, and mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man-te-o in silence leading,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Every sense alive to danger,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Suddenly the Pale-Face father<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thought him of the parting caution<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Given by their absent leader:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If they fled in search of safety<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On a tree to leave a token,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereby he might surely find them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the land which gave them shelter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he came again to seek them.<a name="FNanchor_R_18" id="FNanchor_R_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_R_18" class="fnanchor">[R]</a><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By his side a sturdy live-oak<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spread its green, protecting branches;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quick he strove to carve the token<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which should speak to all who followed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">C. R. O., in bold, plain letters<a name="FNanchor_S_19" id="FNanchor_S_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_S_19" class="fnanchor">[S]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cut he in the tree's firm body,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When a random, poisoned arrow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pierced his heart, and he fell lifeless.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With a smothered cry of horror,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In an agony of sorrow,</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">She would fain have lingered near him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But that Man-te-o urged onward.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If discovered, flight was futile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weakness now meant worse disaster;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She must save her helpless baby<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though her heart be rent with anguish.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Frantic with love's desolation,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strong with thoughts of home and father,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a woman's wondrous calmness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When great peril calls for action,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Safe she placed the sleeping infant<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Cross the brawny arms of Man-te-o,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While with knife drawn from his girdle<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Carved she on another live-oak<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Plain, the one word "CROATOAN"<a name="FNanchor_T_20" id="FNanchor_T_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_T_20" class="fnanchor">[T]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">As a sign to all her people.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trusting all to savage friendship,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cutting hope with every letter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Praying God to guide her father<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the haven she was seeking.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Trust is woman's strongest bulwark,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All true manhood yields unto it.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">As her sad eyes turned upon him<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man-te-o was moved with pity<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the brave and tender woman,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Friendless in the land without him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On the brow of Pale-Face baby<br /></span> +<span class="i0">First he made the Holy Cross-Sign;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then upon the sad-eyed mother<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Traced the sign her people taught him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then again the sacred symbol<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Outlined on his own dark forehead;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with open hand uplifted<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sealed his promise of protection;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Linking thus his pledge of safety<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With her faith in Unseen Power.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Mute with grief, she trusted in him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In his boat they crossed the water,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While the night fell like a mantle<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spread in mercy to help save them.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When in Cro-a-to-an they landed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There they found the few survivors<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of that day of doom to many,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glad once more to greet each other.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man-te-o within his wigwam</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the cold wind gave them shelter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shared with them his furry bear-skins,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made them warm, and warmth gave courage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To meet life's relentless duties.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he summoned all the people,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Called the old men and the young men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bade the squaws to come and listen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Showed the papoose to the women.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They gazed on its tender whiteness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stroked the mother's flaxen tresses;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Tis a snow-papoose" they whispered,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"It will melt when comes the summer."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Man-te-o said to the warriors:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ye all know these Pale-Face people<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom Wan-ches-e sought to murder,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They have often made us welcome.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brave their hearts, but few are living,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If left friendless these will perish;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We have store of corn and venison,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They are hungry, let us feed them;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They have lightning for their arrows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let them teach us how to shoot it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They with us shall search the forest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And our game shall be abundant;</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let them teach us their strange wisdom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And become with us one people."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And the old men, grave in counsel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the young men, mute with deference,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While the uppowoc<a name="FNanchor_U_21" id="FNanchor_U_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_U_21" class="fnanchor">[U]</a> was burning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pondered on his words thus spoken,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to Man-te-o gave answer:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"All your words are full of wisdom;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We will share with them our venison,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They shall be as our own people."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From the isle of Ro-a-no-ak<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus the Pale-Face fled for succor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus in Cro-a-to-an's fair borders<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Found a home with friendly Red Men.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nevermore to see white faces,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nevermore to see their home-land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet to all the future ages<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sending proof of honest daring;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forging thus a link of effort<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the chain of human progress.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 30px;"> +<img src="images/image041.png" width="30" height="54" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_M_13" id="Footnote_M_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_M_13"><span class="label">[M]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#l">l</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_N_14" id="Footnote_N_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_N_14"><span class="label">[N]</span></a> Queen Elizabeth.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_O_15" id="Footnote_O_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_O_15"><span class="label">[O]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#f">f</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_P_16" id="Footnote_P_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_P_16"><span class="label">[P]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#m">m</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_Q_17" id="Footnote_Q_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_Q_17"><span class="label">[Q]</span></a> Eleanor Dare.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_R_18" id="Footnote_R_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_R_18"><span class="label">[R]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#k">k</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_S_19" id="Footnote_S_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_S_19"><span class="label">[S]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#k">k</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_T_20" id="Footnote_T_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_T_20"><span class="label">[T]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#k">k</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_U_21" id="Footnote_U_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_U_21"><span class="label">[U]</span></a> Tobacco.</p></div> +</div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="II" id="II"></a>II<br /><br /> + +THE PALE-FACE MAIDEN</h2> + + +<div class="block"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nature feels no throb of pity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makes no pause for human heartbreak;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though with agony we quiver,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She gives forth no sign of feeling.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waxed and waned the moon, in season,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ebbed and flowed the tides obedient;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Summers filled the land with plenty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Winters chilled the summers' ardor.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No winged ships gleamed in the offing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Pale-Faces sought their kindred;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the Land-of-Wind-and-Water<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Roamed the Red Man unmolested.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">While the babe of Ro-a-no-ak<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grew in strength and wondrous beauty;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a flower of the wildwood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bloomed beside the Indian maidens.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Wi-no-na Skâ<a name="FNanchor_V_22" id="FNanchor_V_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_V_22" class="fnanchor">[V]</a> they called her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She of all the maidens fairest.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the tangles of her tresses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sunbeams lingered, pale and yellow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In her eyes the limpid blueness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the noonday sky was mirrored.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the squaws of darksome features<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smiled upon her fair young beauty;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Felt their woman hearts within them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Warming to the Pale-Face maiden.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the braves, who scorned all weakness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Listened to her artless prattle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While their savage natures softened,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the change themselves unconscious.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Like the light of summer morning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beaming on a world in slumber<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was the face of young Wi-no-na<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the Cro-a-to-ans who loved her.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She, whose mind bore in its dawning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Impress of developed races,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the rude, untutored savage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seemed divinely 'dowed with reason.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She, the heir of civilization,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They, the slaves of superstition,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gave to her a silent rev'rence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Growing better with such giving.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oft she told them that the Cross-Sign,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made by Man-te-o before them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he talked to his own nation,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was the symbol of a Spirit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Great, and good, and wise, and loving;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He who kept the maize-fields fruitful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He who filled the sea with fishes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He who made the sun to warm them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sent game to feed His children.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If, when in their games or councils,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They grew quarrelsome and angry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Suddenly among them standing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was a maiden like the sunrise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making with her taper finger<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This strange sign which they respected;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And without a word of pleading<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strife and wrath would no more vex them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While the influence of her presence<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lingered 'round them like enchantment.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus the babe of Ro-a-no-ak<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grew to be the joy and teacher<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of a tribe of native heathen</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the land which gave her shelter.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the tide of her affections<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flowed to those who gave her friendship;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom alone she knew as human,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom to her became as kindred.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 30px;"> +<img src="images/image045.png" width="30" height="54" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_V_22" id="Footnote_V_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_V_22"><span class="label">[V]</span></a> Literally, "first-born white daughter."</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="III" id="III"></a>III<br /><br /> + +SAVAGE SORCERY</h2> + + +<div class="block"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Man-to-ac, the Mighty Father,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he filled the earth with blessings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deep within the heart of Woman<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hid the burning Need-of-Loving;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which through her should warm the ages<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a flame of mutual feeling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Throbbing through her sons and daughters<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a force beyond their power.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And this law of human loving,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Changeless through unending changes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fills each living heart with yearning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For another heart to love it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And against this ceaseless craving<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Creed, nor clime, nor color standeth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heart to heart all nature crieth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That the earth may thrill with gladness.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So the young braves of the nation,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thrilled with love for fair Wi-no-na,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made rude ornaments to please her,</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laid the red deer at her wigwam.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brought her skins of furry rabbits<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soft and white as her own skin was;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Robbed the black bear and the otter<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That her bed might soft and warm be.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the children of the forest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were uplifted by such loving<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of a higher type of being,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who yet throbbed with human instincts.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Brave O-kis-ko loved the maiden<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a love which made him noble;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the love that self-forgetting<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fills the soul with higher impulse.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the sun with constant fervor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heat and light to earth bestowing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeks for no return of blessing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feels no loss for all his giving,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So O-kis-ko loved Wi-no-na,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gave her all his heart's rude homage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Felt no loss for all his giving,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loved her for the joy of loving.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scorned he all fatigue and danger<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which would bring her food or pleasure;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And each day brought proof of fealty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For his deeds were more than language.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For her sake he tried to fasten<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To his rude canoe white pinions<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the winged ships of the white man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That with her he might sail boldly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out towards the rosy sunrise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeking for her lost grandsire<a name="FNanchor_W_23" id="FNanchor_W_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_W_23" class="fnanchor">[W]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">For whose coming her heart saddened.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though his red companions mocked him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His endeavor pleased the maiden,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And her eyes beamed kindly on him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though no passion stirred her pulses.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For sweet maiden hopes and fancies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filled her life with happy dreaming<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere her woman's heart awakened<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To O-kis-ko's patient waiting.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waiting for her eyes to brighten<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Neath the ardor of his glances;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waiting for her soul to quicken<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the answer to his longing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Finding sweet content in silence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glad each day to see and serve her.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now old Chi-co, the Magician,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Also loved the fair Wi-no-na,</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">All his youth to him returning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As he gazed upon her beauty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In his wigwam pelt of gray wolf,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Antlers of the deer and bison,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hung to prove his deeds of valor;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he wooed the gentle maiden<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With his cunning tales of prowess.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She would not rebuke his boasting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fearful lest her words offend him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For her nature kind and loving<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could not scorn the vaunting Chi-co.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he walked among the maidens,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gay with paint and decked with feathers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She would look on him with kindness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That the others might not scoff him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She would smile upon his weakness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though she did not wish to wed him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Chi-co's love was fierce as fire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which from flame yields only ashes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which gives not for joy of giving,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But demands unceasing tribute,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More and more to feed its craving.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He grew eager and impatient,</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He would share with none her favor;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All for him her eyes must brighten,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Else his frown would blight her pleasure.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the young men played or wrestled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If O-kis-ko came out victor;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or returning with the hunters<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He it was who bore the stag home;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If with eyes abrim with pleasure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet Wi-no-na smiled upon him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or with timid maiden shyness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drooped her eyes beneath his glances,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then old Chi-co's heart would wither<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the fire of jealous fury,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till at length in bitter anger<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He determined none should win her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As from him she turned in coldness.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wrapped in silence grim and sullen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Much he wandered near the water;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With his soul he took dark counsel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeking for devices cruel<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the torture of his rival<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And destruction of the maiden.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Though he rarely used his power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chi-co was a great magician.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He knew all the spells of starlight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the link 'tween moon and water;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knew the language of lost spirits<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the secret of their power;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knew the magic words and symbols<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereby man may conquer nature.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Long he plotted,—much he brooded,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While he gathered from the water<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mussel-pearls all streaked and piedèd,<a name="FNanchor_X_24" id="FNanchor_X_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_X_24" class="fnanchor">[X]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">All with rays like purple halos.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Such pearls are the souls of Naiads<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who have disobeyed the Sea-King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in mussel-shells are prisoned<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For this taint of human frailty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When by man released from durance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These souls, grateful for their freedom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are his slaves, and ever render<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Good or evil at his bidding.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Chi-co steeped each one he gathered<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a bath of mystic brewing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Told each purple, piedèd pearl-drop</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">What the evil was he plotted.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Never once his purpose wavered,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Never once his fury lessened;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nursing vengeance as a guerdon<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While the mussel-pearls he polished.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then a new canoe he fashioned,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Safe, and strong, and deep he made it;<a name="FNanchor_Y_25" id="FNanchor_Y_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_Y_25" class="fnanchor">[Y]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then sought to work his magic<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the innocent Wi-no-na;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Asked the maiden to go with him<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In his boat across the water.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Come," said he, "to Ro-a-no-ak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the waves are white with blossoms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the grapes hang ripe in clusters,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come with me and drink their juices."<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<a name="canoe" id="canoe"></a> +<img src="images/image052.jpg" width="600" height="407" alt=""Then a new canoe he fashioned"" title=""Then a new canoe he fashioned"" /> +<span class="caption">"Then a new canoe he fashioned"</span> +</div> + +<div class="block"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And the innocent Wi-no-na<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Listened to his artful pleading;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Went with him in search of pleasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glad to show him friendly feeling.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">While with idle stroke they floated<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the fragrant lily-blossoms,</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He a string of pearls gave to her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smooth and polished, pied and purple.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Round her snowy neck she placed them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With no thought of harm or cunning;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with simple, maiden speeches<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filled the time as they sped onward.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To each pearl had Chi-co chanted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each had bathed in mystic water,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each held fast the same weird power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till the time grew ripe for evil.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the waves they could not harm her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There the Sea-King ruled them ever;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when on the shore she landed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They would work their evil mission.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On the shore of Ro-a-no-ak<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chi-co sent his boat with vigor.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lithe and happy she sprang shoreward,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When,—from where her foot first lightly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pressed the sand with human imprint,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On—away—towards the thicket,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sprang <i>a White Doe</i>, fleet and graceful.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His revenge thus wrought in safety,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drifting seaward Chi-co chanted:</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Go, White Doe, hide in the forest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feed upon the sweet wild-grasses;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No winged arrow e'er shall harm you,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Red Hunter e'er shall win you;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Roam forever, fleet and fearless,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Living free and yet in fetters."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O fair maiden! born and nurtured<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Neath the shadow of disaster!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Isle of Fate was Ro-a-no-ak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the Land-of-Wind-and-Water.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nevermore to fill with gladness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sad heart of stricken mother;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nevermore to hear the wooing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the brave and true O-kis-ko.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gone thy charm of youthful beauty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gone thy sway o'er savage natures;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doomed to flee before the hunter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doomed to roam the lonely island,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doomed to bondage e'en in freedom.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is the seal of doom eternal?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hath the mussel-pearl all power?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cannot <i>love</i> thy fetters loosen?<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 30px;"> +<img src="images/image041.png" width="30" height="54" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_W_23" id="Footnote_W_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_W_23"><span class="label">[W]</span></a> Governor White, of the lost colony.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_X_24" id="Footnote_X_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_X_24"><span class="label">[X]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#n">n</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_Y_25" id="Footnote_Y_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_Y_25"><span class="label">[Y]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#o">o</a></i>.</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="IV" id="IV"></a>IV<br /><br /> + +THE COUNTER-CHARM</h2> + + +<div class="block"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Man-te-o and all his warriors<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long and far sought for Wi-no-na;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sought to find the sky-eyed maiden<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sent by Man-to-ac, the Mighty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the Cro-a-to-ans to bless them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to make them wise and happy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As a being more than mortal,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As a deity they held her;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when no more seen among them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lamentations filled the island.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through Wo-ko-kon's sandy stretches,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the bog-lands of Po-mou-ik,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even unto Das-a-mon-que-peu,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hunted they the missing maiden;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If perchance some other nation,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Envious of their peace and plenty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had the maiden boldly captured,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For themselves to win her power.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Louder grew their lamentations<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When they found no trail to follow;</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wilder grew their threats of vengeance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Gainst the tribe which held her captive.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">While they wailed the Pale-Face Mother,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She who once was brave for love's sake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weak from hardships new and wearing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Utterly bereft of kindred,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her heart's comfort thus torn from her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Died beneath her weight of sorrow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a pity, soft and human,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though he knew no name to call it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thrilled the Red Man as he laid her<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Neath the forest leaves to slumber.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But the wary, wily Chi-co<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Told his secret unto no one,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While he listened to the stories,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strange and true, told by the hunters<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of a fleet and graceful White Doe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the banks of Ro-a-no-ak.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the hunters said, no arrow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Howsoever aimed could reach her;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Said the deer herd round her gathered,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And where e'er she led they followed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The old women of the nation<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heard the tales about this White Doe.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Children they of superstition,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With their faith firm in enchantment,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Linked the <i>going</i> of the maiden<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the <i>coming</i> of the White Doe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They believed in magic powers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They knew Chi-co's hopeless passion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So they shook their heads and whispered,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Looked mysterious at each other,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ho," they whispered to each other,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Chi-co is a great Magician,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chi-co should go hunt this White Doe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He is not too old for loving;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love keeps step with Youth and Courage;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Old age should not make him tremble.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Timid is a doe, and gentle<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a maiden,—like Wi-no-na.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oho! Oho!" and they chuckled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Casting dark looks at old Chi-co,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"He," said they, "has 'witched our maiden."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When O-kis-ko heard the whispers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the garrulous old women,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glad belief he gave unto them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That the Doe on Ro-a-no-ak<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was in truth the Pale-Face Maiden<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wrung from him by cruel magic.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He was not a gabbling boaster,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He could think and act in silence;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And alone he roamed the island<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeking this White Doe to capture,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So that he might tame and keep her<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Near him to assuage his sorrow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All in vain,—no hand could touch her.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All in vain,—no hunter won her.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Up the dunes of Ro-a-no-ak<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still she led the herd of wild deer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then O-kis-ko sought We-nau-don,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Magician of Po-mou-ik.<a name="FNanchor_Z_26" id="FNanchor_Z_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_Z_26" class="fnanchor">[Z]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gave him store of skins and wampum,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Promised all his greed demanded,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If he would restore the maiden,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Break the spell which held her spirit.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<a name="magician" id="magician"></a> +<img src="images/image058.jpg" width="600" height="441" alt="The magician of Po-mou-ik" title="The magician of Po-mou-ik" /> +<span class="caption">The magician of Po-mou-ik</span> +</div> + +<div class="block"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In his heart We-nau-don cherished<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hatred for his rival Chi-co<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For some boyhood's cause of anger,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For defeat in public wrestling;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And because of this he welcomed</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now the time to vent his malice.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So he promised from enchantment<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To release the captive maiden.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the days of pristine nature,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the dells of Ro-a-no-ak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bubbling from the earth's dark caverns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was a spring of magic water.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There the Naiads held their revels,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There in secret met their lovers;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they laid a spell upon it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which should make true lovers happy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For to them true love was precious.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He who drank of it at midnight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the Harvest Moon was brightest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Using as a drinking-vessel<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Skull-bowl of his greatest rival<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Killed in open, honest combat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And by summer sunshine whitened,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He gained youth perennial from it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the heart he wished to love him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He who bathed within its waters,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Having killed a dove while moaning,</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">And had killed no other creature<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Since three crescent moons had rounded;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vowing to be kind and helpful<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the sad and weary-hearted:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He received the magic power<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To undo all spells of evil<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which divided faithful lovers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In this spring had bathed We-nau-don,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he held its secrets sacred;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But a feeling ever moved him<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make glad the heavy-hearted.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So he showed unto O-kis-ko<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where to find the magic water;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With this counter-charm, he told him<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How to free the charmed Wi-no-na:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"In a shark's tooth, long and narrow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a closely wrought triangle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Set three mussel-pearls of purple,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smooth and polished with much rubbing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To an arrow of witch-hazel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">New, and fashioned very slender,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Set the shark's tooth, long and narrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With its pearl-inlaid triangle.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the wing of living heron</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pluck one feather, white and trusty;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With this feather wing the arrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That it swerve not as it flyeth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fashioned thus with care and caution,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let no mortal eye gaze on it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell no mortal of your purpose;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Secretly at sunset place it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the spring of magic water.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let it rest there through three sunsets,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then when sunrise gilds the tree-tops<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Take it dripping from the water,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At the rising sun straight point it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While three times these words repeating:<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Mussel-pearl arrow, to her heart go;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Loosen the fetters which bind the White Doe;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Bring the lost maiden back to O-kis-ko.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">With this arrow hunt the White Doe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have no timid fear of wounding;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When her heart it enters boldly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chi-co's charm will melt before it."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Every word O-kis-ko heeded,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hope, once dead, now cheered his spirit.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the sea three pearls he gathered;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the thicket brought witch-hazel<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the making of the arrow;</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the heron's wing a feather<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Plucked to true its speed in flying.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Patiently he cut and labored,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As for love's sake man will labor;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shaped the arrow, new and slender,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Set the pearls into the shark's tooth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fastened firm the heron's feather,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a faith which mastered reason.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the magic spring he steeped it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Watching lest some eye should see it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through three sunsets steeped and watched it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Three times o'er the charm repeated<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While the sunrise touched the tree-tops;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then prepared to test its power.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 30px;"> +<img src="images/image062.png" width="30" height="61" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_Z_26" id="Footnote_Z_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_Z_26"><span class="label">[Z]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#s">s</a></i>.</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="V" id="V"></a>V<br /><br /> + +THE HUNT</h2> + + +<div class="block"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the Land-of-Wind-and-Water<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Long the Summer-Glory lingered,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loath to yield its ripened beauty<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the cold embrace of Winter.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the greenness of the forest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gave no sign of coming treason,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till the White Frost without warning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hung his banners from the tree-tops.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then a blush of brilliant color<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Decked each shrub with tinted beauty;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gold, and brown, and scarlet mingled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till no color seemed triumphant;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the Summer doomed to exile<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fled before the chilling Autumn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">While the glow of colors deepened,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The proud Weroance Win-gin-a,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chief of Das-a-mon-gue-pue land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made a feast for all his people;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Called them forth with bow and arrow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To a test of skill and valor.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">He was weary of the mysteries<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whispered of the famous White Doe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose strange courage feared no hunter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For no arrow ever reached her.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ha!" said he, "a skilful hunter<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is not daunted by a white doe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Craven hearts make trembling fingers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arrows fail when shot by cowards.<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>I</i> will shoot this doe so fearless,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her white skin shall be my mantle,<a name="FNanchor_AA_27" id="FNanchor_AA_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_AA_27" class="fnanchor">[AA]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her white meat shall serve for feasting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my braves shall cease from fearing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the fields the maize invites us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sturgeons have been fat and plenty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We are weary of fish-eating,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We will feast on meat of white deer."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Messengers of invitation<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sent he to the other nations,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saying, "Come and hunt the White Doe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bring your surest, fleetest arrows;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We will eat the meat of white deer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We will drink the purple grape-juice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burn the uppowoc in pipe-bowls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While we shame the trembling hunters."</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But the Cro-a-to-ans kept silence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sent no answer to his greeting.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They believed the charmèd White Doe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was Wi-no-na Skâ's pure spirit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who in freedom still was happy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they would not wound or harm her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They would shoot no arrows at her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor help feast upon her body.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then O-kis-ko answered boldly;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I will go and hunt this White Doe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will shoot from my own ambush,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will take my fleetest arrow."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the men and women wondered,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For they knew his former loving.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But O-kis-ko kept his secret,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Showed no one his new-made arrow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Round his shoulders threw a mantle<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made of skins of many sea-gulls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So that he could hide his arrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And no mortal eye could see it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he sent it on its mission<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Winged with magic, fraught with mercy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus he went to Ro-a-no-ak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love, and hope, and faith impelling,</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Conscious of his aim unerring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trusting in the arrow's power.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From Po-mou-ik came Wan-ches-e,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the hunt and feast impatient,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Boasting of his skill and valor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saying in his loud vainglory:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I will teach the braves to shoot deer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Young men now are not great hunters,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hearts like squaws they have within them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing fears them but a papoose."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wan-ches-e had crossed the water<a name="FNanchor_AB_28" id="FNanchor_AB_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_AB_28" class="fnanchor">[AB]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the ships with wings like sea-birds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the Pale-Face Weroanza,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom he saw in her own country,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Him to please and show her friendship,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gave an arrow-head of silver<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To him as a mark of favor.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This he now brought proudly with him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As of all his arrows fleetest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bearing in its lustrous metal,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As he thought, some gift of power</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the mighty Weroanza<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which would bring success unto him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the warriors all would praise him<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As around the feast they gathered,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saying as he walked among them:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"There is none like brave Wan-ches-e,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He can bend the bow with firmness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He has arrow-points of silver,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the White Doe falls before him."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he polished well the arrow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which he thought would bring him praises.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Where the deer were wont to wander<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the hunters took their stations,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While the stalkers sought the forest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From its depths to start the deer-herd.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Near the shore Win-gin-a lingered<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That he first might shoot his arrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus have the certain glory<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the White Doe's death upon him.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By a pine-tree stood Wan-ches-e<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With his silver arrow ready;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While O-kis-ko, unseen, waited<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Near by in his chosen ambush,</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where he oft had watched the White Doe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where he knew she always lingered.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Soon the stalkers with great shouting<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Started up the frightened red deer;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On they came through brake and thicket,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the front the White Doe leading,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With fleet foot and head uplifted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Daring all the herd to follow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Easy seemed the task of killing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So Win-gin-a twanged his bow-string,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But his arrow fell beside her<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As she sprang away from danger.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through the tanglewood, still onward,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Head uplifted, her feet scorning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the wealth of bright-hued foliage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which lay scattered in her pathway.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Up the high sand-dunes she bounded,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In her wake the whole herd followed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While the arrows aimed from ambush<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fell around her ever harmless.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On she sped, towards the water,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nostrils spread to sniff the sea-breeze;</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the air a whizzing arrow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flew, but did not touch the White Doe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But a stag beside her bounding<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wounded fell among the bushes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the herd fled in confusion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waiting now not for the leader.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On again, with leaping footsteps,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tossing head turned to the sea-shore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For one fatal minute standing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the White Man's Fort had once stood;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In her eyes came wistful gleamings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a lost hope's fleeting shadow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">While with graceful poise she lingered,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swift, Wan-ches-e shot his arrow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aimed with cruel thought to kill her;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While from near and secret ambush,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With unerring aim, O-kis-ko<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forward sent his magic arrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aimed with thought of love and mercy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To her heart straight went <i>both</i> arrows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with leap of pain she bounded<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the earth, and then fell forward,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prone, amidst the forest splendor.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">O-kis-ko, with fond heart swelling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wan-ches-e, with pride exultant,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the Doe both sprang to claim it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each surprised to see the other.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Suddenly, within the forest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spread a gleaming mist around them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a dense white fog in summer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So they scarce could grope their pathway.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slowly, as if warmed by sunbeams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From one spot the soft mist melted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While within its bright'ning dimness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the misty halo 'round her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stood a beautiful white maiden,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Stood the gentle, lost Wi-no-na</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through her heart two arrows crosswise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pierced the flesh with cruel wounding;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Downward flowed the crimson blood-tide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Staining red the snow-white doe-skin<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which with grace her form enveloped,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While her arms with pleading gesture<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To O-kis-ko were outstretching.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As they gazed upon the vision,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All their souls with wonder filling;</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">While the white mist slowly melted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Prostrate fell the wounded maiden</i>.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then revealed was all the myst'ry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then they saw what had befallen.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To her heart the magic arrow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">First had pierced, and lo! Wi-no-na<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Once more breathed in form of maiden.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But while yet the charm was passing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Came the arrow of Wan-ches-e;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To her heart it pierced unerring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pierced the pearl-inlaid triangle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Struck and broke the shark's tooth narrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>Charm and counter-charm undoing</i>;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving but a mortal maiden<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wounded past the hope of healing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Woe to love, and hope, and magic!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Woe to hearts whom death divideth!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While upon her bleeding bosom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fatal arrows made the Cross-Sign,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wistful eyes she turned to Heaven;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O forget not your Wi-no-na,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whispered she unto O-kis-ko,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As her soul passed to the silence.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AA_27" id="Footnote_AA_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AA_27"><span class="label">[AA]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#p">p</a></i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AB_28" id="Footnote_AB_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AB_28"><span class="label">[AB]</span></a> See Appendix, Note <i><a href="#l">l</a></i>.</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="VI" id="VI"></a>VI<br /><br /> + +THE SILVER ARROW</h2> + + +<div class="block"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fear seized on the bold Wan-ches-e<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he saw the Pale-Face maiden<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Standing where had poised the White Doe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the White Man's Fort had once stood.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He knew naught of magic arrows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor O-kis-ko's secret mission;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He saw only his own arrow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Piercing through her tender bosom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Never doubting but the wonder<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which his awe-struck eyes had witnessed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had been wrought by his own arrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Silver arrow from a far land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fashioned by the skill of Pale-Face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gift of Pale-Face Weroanza<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To a race she willed to conquer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All his hatred of the Pale-Face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fed by fear and superstition,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To him made this sudden vision<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seem an omen of the future,</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the Red Man, like the White Doe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Should give place unto the Pale-Face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the Indian, like the white mist,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fade from out his native forest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All his courage seemed to weaken<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the dread of dark disaster;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with instincts strong for safety<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fled he from the place in terror.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Love hath not the fear of danger,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And O-kis-ko's faith in magic<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kept him brave to meet the changes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which had each so quickly followed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For he saw the human maiden<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where had stood the living White Doe;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he knew his hazel arrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Charmed with all We-nau-don's magic,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had restored the lost Wi-no-na<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To reward his patient loving.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But the conflict of <i>two</i> arrows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bringing death unto the maiden,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was a deep and darksome myst'ry<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which his ignorance could not fathom.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the cause of his undoing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saw he in the silver arrow;</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">So with true love's tireless effort,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quick he strove to break its power.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From her heart he plucked the arrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hastened to the magic water,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hoping to destroy the evil<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which had stilled the maiden's pulses.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the sparkling spring he laid it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So no spot was left uncovered,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So the full charm of the water<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might act on the blood-stained arrow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As the blood-stains from it melted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blood of Pale-Face shed by Red Man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slowly, while he watched and waited,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>All the sparkling water vanished;</i><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dry became the magic fountain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving bare the silver arrow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Was it thus the spell would weaken<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which had wrought his love such evil?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would she be again awakened<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he sought her in the thicket?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must he shoot this arrow at her<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To restore her throbbing pulses?</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must he seek again We-nau-don<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make warm her icy beauty?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">While he of himself sought guidance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sought to know the hidden meaning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the mysteries he witnessed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lo! another mystic wonder<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Met his eyes as he sat musing.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From the arrow made by Pale-Face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As th' enchanted water left it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sprang a tiny shoot with leaflets<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pushing upward to the sunlight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Did the arrow dry the fountain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the blight of death it carried?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or in going, had the water<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Left a charm upon the arrow?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Did the heart-blood of the Pale-Face<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the arrow in the water<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cause the coming of the green shoot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which reached upward to the sunlight?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All O-kis-ko's love and courage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could not give him greater knowledge.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Savage mind could not unravel<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the meaning of this marvel.</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fear forbade him touch the arrow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lest he should destroy the green shoot;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So he left the tender leaflets<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reaching upward to the sunlight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sought again the lifeless maiden<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For whose love his soul had hungered;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knelt beside her in the forest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the awe of death upon him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which in heathen as in Christian<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Moves the human soul to worship.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All his faith in savage magic<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Turned to frenzy at his failure;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the helplessness of mortals<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pressed upon him like a burden;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While a mighty longing seized him<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a knowledge of the Unknown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a light to pierce the Silence<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into which none enter living.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And unconsciously his spirit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rose in quest of Might Supernal,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which should rule both dead and living,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving naught to chance or magic;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which should seize the throbbing pulses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ebbing from a dying mortal,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And create a higher being</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Free from thrall of earthly nature;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Almost grasping in his yearning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knowledge of the God Eternal,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In whose hand the earth lies helpless,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In whose heart all souls find refuge.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But no light came to O-kis-ko;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still the burden pressed upon him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a pall of hopeless yearning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wrapped his soul in voiceless sorrow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As he gazed upon the maiden<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With death's mysteries enfolded.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then he made upon her bosom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The strange Cross-Sign she had taught him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From his shoulders took the mantle<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made of skins of many sea-gulls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gently wrapped the maiden in it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heaped the tinted leaves about her;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving all his own life's brightness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With her where the shadows darkened.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="blockprol"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus the ancient legend runneth, with its plaint of hopeless doom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bearing in its heart the fragrance of the Truth's enduring bloom,</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Standing in the light of knowledge, where developed ages meet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We can read the mystic omens which O-kis-ko's eyes did greet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to us they seem the symbols of what coming ages brought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Realization gives the answer, which in vain the Savage sought.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For we know the silver arrow, fatal to all sorcery,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was the gleaming light of Progress speeding from across the sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before which the Red Man vanished, shrinking from its silvery light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the magic waters yielded to the silver arrow's blight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the tiny shoot with leaflets, by the sunlight warmed to life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was the Vine of Civilization in the wilderness of strife;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With no friendly hand to tend it, yet it grew midst slight and wrong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Taking root in other places,<a name="FNanchor_AC_29" id="FNanchor_AC_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_AC_29" class="fnanchor">[AC]</a>—growing green, and broad, and strong,</span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till its vigor knew no weakness, with its branches flower-fraught,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till a prosp'rous land it sheltered where th' oppressed a refuge sought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till its fruit made all who labored 'neath its shade both bold and free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till a people dwelt beneath it strong to meet their destiny.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now beneath its spreading branches dwells a nation brave and free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Raising glad, triumphant pæans for the boon of Liberty;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Holding fast the Holy Cross-Sign,—Heirs of Duty and of Light,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still they speed the arrow, Progress, on its civilizing flight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Keeping bright the Fires of Freedom, where Man, Brotherhood may know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For God's breath upon the altar keeps the sacred flame aglow.<br /></span> +</div></div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 30px;"> +<img src="images/image079.png" width="30" height="52" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_AC_29" id="Footnote_AC_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_AC_29"><span class="label">[AC]</span></a> Jamestown and Plymouth Rock.</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="APPENDIX" id="APPENDIX"></a>APPENDIX</h2> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="a" id="a"></a><i>a</i>.—"We viewed the land about us, being where +we first landed very sandy and low towards the water side, +but so full of grapes as the very beating and surge of the +sea overflowed them, of which we found such plenty, as +well there as in all places else, both on the sand and on +the green soil, on the hills as in the plains, as well on +every little shrub, as also climbing towards the tops of +high cedars, that I think in all the world the like abundance +is not to be found."—<i>First voyage of Amadas and +Barlowe, 1584. From Hakluyt.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="b" id="b"></a><i>b</i>.—"The second of July we found shoal water, +where we smelled so sweet and so strong a smell as if we +had been in the midst of some delicate garden abounding +with all kinds of odoriferous flowers, by which we were +assured that the land could not be far distant."—<i>First +voyage of Amadas and Barlowe, 1584.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="c" id="c"></a><i>c</i>.—"Deer, in some places there are great store: +near unto the seacoast they are of the ordinary bigness +of ours in England, and some less: but further up into +the country where there is better feed, they are greater."—<i>Harriot's +Report.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="d" id="d"></a><i>d</i>.—"The Governor (John White) with divers of +his company, walked to the north end of the island, +where Master Ralph Lane had his fort, with sundry +necessary and decent dwelling houses, made by his men +about it, the year before, where we hoped to find some +signs, or certain knowledge of our fifteen men. When +we came thither we found the fort razed down, but all +the houses standing unhurt, saving that the neather rooms +of them, and also of the fort, were overgrown with melons +of divers sorts, and deer within them, feeding on those +melons; so we returned to our company, without hope +of ever seeing any of the fifteen alive."—<i>Hakluyt.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="e" id="e"></a><i>e</i>.—"At our first landing they seemed as though +they would fight with us, but perceiving us begin to march +with our shot towards them, they turned their backs and +fled. Then Manteo, their countryman, called to them in +their own language, whom, as soon as they heard, they +returned, and threw away their bows and arrows, and +some of them came unto us embracing and entertaining +us friendly, desiring us not to gather or spoil any of their +corn, for that they had but little. We answered them +that neither their corn nor any other thing of theirs +should be diminished by any of us, and that our coming +was only to renew the old love, that was between us and +them at the first, and to live with them as brethren and +friends; which answer seemed to please them well, wherefore +they requested us to walk up to their town, who there +feasted us after their manner, and desired us earnestly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> +<i>that there might be some token or badge given them of +us</i>, whereby we might know them to be our friends," +etc.</p> + +<p>"And also we understood by them of Croatoan, how +that the fifteen Englishmen left at Roanoak the year +before, by Sir Richard Grenville, were suddenly set upon +by thirty of the men of Secota, Aquoscogoc, and Dasamonguepeuc, +in manner following. They conveyed themselves +secretly behind the trees, near the houses where +our men carelessly lived, and having perceived that of +those fifteen they could see but eleven only, two of those +savages appeared to the eleven Englishmen, calling to +them by friendly signs that but two of their chief men +should come unarmed to speak with those two savages, +who seemed also to be unarmed. Wherefore two of the +chiefest of our Englishmen went gladly to them; but +whilst one of those savages traitorously embraced one +of our men, the other with his sword of wood, which +he had secretly hidden under his mantle, struck him on +the head and slew him, and presently the other eight and +twenty savages shewed themselves; the other Englishman +perceiving this, fled to his company, whom the savages +pursued with their bows and arrows so fast that the Englishmen +were forced to take the house, wherein all their +victuals and weapons were; but the savages forthwith +set the same on fire, by means whereof our men were +forced to take up such weapons as came first to hand, +and without order to run forth among the savages, with +whom they skirmished above an hour. In this skirmish +another of our men was shot into the mouth with an arrow,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +where he died; and also one of the savages was shot into +the side by one of our men, with a wild fire arrow, whereof +he died presently. The place where they fought was of +great advantage to the savages, by means of the thick +trees, behind which the savages through their nimbleness +defended themselves, and so offended our men with their +arrows, that our men, being some of them hurt, retired +fighting to the water side where their boat lay, with which +they fled towards Hatorask. By that time they had rowed +but a quarter of a mile, they espied their four fellows +coming from a creek thereby, where they had been to +fetch oysters; these four they received into their boat, +leaving Roanoak, and landed on a little island on the +right hand of our entrance into the harbor of Hatorask, +where they remained awhile, but afterwards departed, +whither as yet we know not."—<i>Hakluyt.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="f" id="f"></a><i>f</i>.—"The thirteenth of August, our savage, +Manteo, by the commandment of Sir Walter Raleigh, +was christened in Roanoak, and called Lord thereof, and +of Dasamonguepeuc, in reward of his faithful services."—<i>Hakluyt.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="g" id="g"></a><i>g</i>.—"The eighteenth, Eleanor, daughter to the +Governor, and wife to Ananias Dare, one of the assistants, +was delivered of a daughter, in Roanoak, and the same +was christened there the Sunday following, and because +this child was the first Christian born in Virginia, she was +named Virginia."—<i>Hakluyt.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="h" id="h"></a><i>h</i>.—"The twenty-second of August, the whole +company, both of the assistants and planters, came to +the Governor, and with one voice requested him to return +himself into England, for the better and sooner obtaining +of supplies and other necessaries for them; but he refused +it, and alleged many sufficient causes why he would +not.... The next day, not only the assistants, +but divers others, as well women as men, began to +renew their requests to the Governor again, to take upon +him to return into England for the supplies and dispatch +of all such things as there were to be done.... +The Governor being at the last, through their extreme +entreating, constrained to return into England, having +then but half a day's respite to prepare himself for the +same, departed from Roanoak the seven and twentieth +of August in the morning, and the same day about midnight +came aboard the Fly-boat who already had weighed +anchor, and rode without the bar, the admiral riding by +them, who but the same morning was newly come thither +again. The same day both the ships weighed anchor and +set sail for England."—<i>Hakluyt.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="k" id="k"></a><i>k</i>.—"Our boats and all things filled again, we +put off from Hatorask, being the number of nineteen +persons in both boats; but before we could get to the +place where our planters were left, it was so exceeding +dark, that we overshot the place a quarter of a mile, +where we espied towards the North end of the island the +light of a great fire through the woods to the which we +presently rowed: when we came right over against it we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +let fall our grapnel near the shore, and sounded with a +trumpet a call, and afterwards many familiar English +tunes of songs, and called to them friendly; but we had +no answer, we therefore landed at daybreak, and coming +to the fire we found the grass and sundry rotten trees +burning about the place. From hence we went through +the woods to that part of the island directly over against +Dasamonguepeuc, and from thence we returned by the +water side round about the north point of the island, +until we came to the place where I left our colony in the +year 1586. In all this way we saw in the sand the print +of the savages' feet of two or three sorts trodden in the +night; and as we entered up the sandy bank, upon a +tree, in the very brow thereof, were curiously carved these +fair Roman letters C. R. O., which letters presently we +knew to signify the place where I should find the planters +seated, according to a secret token agreed upon between +them and me at my last departure from them; which +was, that in any way they should not fail to write or +carve on the trees or posts of the doors the name of the +place where they should be seated; for at my coming +away they were prepared to remove from Roanoak fifty +miles into the main. Therefore at my departure from +them in An. 1587, I willed them that if they should +happen to be distressed in any of those places, that then +they should carve over the letters or name, a cross † in +this form; but we found no such sign of distress.... +And having well considered of this, we passed towards +the place where they were left in sundry houses, but we +found the houses taken down, and the place very strongly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +enclosed with a high palisade of great trees, with curtains +and flankers, very fort-like, and one of the chief trees or +posts at the right side of the entrance had the bark taken +off, and five feet from the ground in fair capital letters +was graven CROATOAN without any cross or sign of +distress.... I greatly joyed that I had safely found +a certain token of their safe being at Croatoan, which is +the place where Manteo was born, and the savages of +the island our friends."—<i>From Governor White's account +of his voyage in search of the colonists, after the defeat +of the Spanish Armada. Hakluyt, Vol. III.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="l" id="l"></a><i>l</i>.—"We brought home also two of the savages, +being lusty men, whose names were Wan-ches-e and +Man-te-o."—<i>First voyage by Amadas and Barlowe.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="m" id="m"></a><i>m</i>.—All authorities agree in the statement that +the favorite time among the Indians for an attack on an +enemy was at, or about, daybreak.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="n" id="n"></a><i>n</i>.—"Into this river falls another great river called +Cipo in which there is found great store of mussels in which +there are pearls."—<i>Voyage of Amadas and Barlowe.</i></p> + +<p>"In her ears she had bracelets of pearls, hanging down +to her middle, and these were of the bigness of good +pease."—<i>Voyage of Amadas and Barlowe.</i></p> + +<p>"Sometimes feeding on mussels, we found some pearle, +but it was our hap to meet with ragges, or of a pied colour; +not having yet discovered those places where we heard of +better and more plenty."—<i>Harriot's Report.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="o" id="o"></a><i>o</i>.—"The manner of making their boats in Virginia +is very wonderful. For whereas they want instruments +of iron or others like unto ours, yet they know how to make +them as handsomely, to sail with where they list in their +rivers, and to fish withal, as ours. First they choose some +long and thick tree, according to the bigness of the boat +which they would frame, and make a fire on the ground +about the roots thereof, kindling the same by little and +little with dry moss of trees, and chips of wood that the +flame should not mount up too high, and burn too much +of the length of the tree. When it is almost burnt through, +and ready to fall they make a new fire which they suffer +to burn until the tree falls of its own accord. Then +burning off the top and boughs of the tree in such wise +that the body of the same may retain his just length, +they raise it upon poles laid over cross wise upon forked +posts at such a reasonable height as they may handsomely +work upon it. Then take they off the bark with certain +shells; they reserve the innermost part of the bark for +the nethermost part of the boat. On the other side they +make a fire according to the length of the body of the +tree saving at both the ends. That which they think is +sufficiently burned, they quench and scrape away with +shells, and making a new fire they burn it again and so +they continue, sometimes burning and sometimes scraping +until the boat have sufficient bottoms."—<i>Harriot's Report.</i></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="p" id="p"></a><i>p</i>.—"They are a people clothed with loose mantles +made of deer skin, and aprons of the same round about +their middles."—<i>Harriot's Report.</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span> <a name="s" id="s"></a><i>s</i>.—"They have commonly conjurers or jugglers, +which use strange gestures, and often contrary to nature +in their enchantments: For they be very familiar with +devils of whom they inquire what their enemies do, or +other such things."—<i>Harriot's Report.</i></p> + + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + + +<h3>Transcriber's Notes</h3> + + +<p>Page <a href="#Page_xiii">xiii</a>: Changed thay to that<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Tradition relates thay they transplanted this vine).</span><br /><br /> + +Spelling variations:<br /><br /> + +Page <a href="#Page_55">55</a>: Das-a-mon-que-peu<br /> +Page <a href="#Page_63">63</a>: Das-a-mon-gue-pue<br /> +Pages <a href="#Page_83">83</a>, <a href="#Page_84">84</a>, <a href="#Page_86">86</a>: Dasamonguepeuc<br /><br /> + +Pages <a href="#Page_xii">xii</a>, <a href="#Page_xiv">xiv</a>: Hariot<br /> +<a href="#APPENDIX">Appendix</a> Notes: Harriot</p> + + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The White Doe, by Sallie Southall Cotten + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WHITE DOE *** + +***** This file should be named 28796-h.htm or 28796-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/8/7/9/28796/ + +Produced by D. 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