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forever need we at Jamestown fear an Indian attack. And then we looked at him whose life we had spared. He opposed our gaze with his folded arms and his head held high and his back against the wall. Many of us could remember him, a proud, shy lad, coming for the first time from the forest with his sister to see the English village and its wonders. For idleness we had set him in our midst that summer day, long ago, on the green by the fort, and had called him "your royal highness," laughing at the quickness of our wit, and admiring the spirit and bearing of the lad and the promise he gave of a splendid manhood. And all knew the tale I had brought the night before. Slowly, as one man, and with no spoken word, we fell back, the half circle straightening into a line and leaving a clear pathway to the open gates. The wind had ceased to blow, I re- member, and a sunny stillness lay upon the sand, and the rough-hewn wooden stakes, and a little patch of tender grass across which stretched a dead man's arm. The church bells began to ring. The Indian out of whose path to life and freedom we had stepped glanced from the line of lowered steel to the open gates and the forest beyond, and understood. For a full minute he waited, moving not a muscle, still and stately as some noble masterpiece in bronze. Then he stepped from the shadow of the wall and moved past us through the sunshine that turned the eagle feather in his scalp lock to gold. His eyes were fixed upon the forest; there was no change in the superb calm of his face. He went by the huddled dead and the long line of the liv- ing that spoke no word, and out of the gates and across the neck, walking slowly that we might yet shoot him down if we saw fit to repent ourselves, and proudly like a king's son. There was no sound save the church bells ringing for our deliverance. He reached the shadow of the trees: a moment, and the forest had back her own. We sheathed our swords and listened to the Governor's few earnest words of thankfulness and of recognition of this or that man's service, and then we set to work to clear the ground of the dead, to place sentinels, to bring the town into order, to de- termine what policy we should pursue, to search for ways by
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we looked at him whose life we had spared.
He opposed our gaze with his folded arms and his head held
high and his back against the wall. Many of us could remember
him, a proud, shy lad, coming for the first time from the forest
with his sister to see the English village and its wonders. For
idleness we had set him in our midst that summer day, long
ago, on the green by the fort, and had called him "your royal
highness," laughing at the quickness of our wit, and admiring
the spirit and bearing of the lad and the promise he gave of a
splendid manhood. And all knew the tale I had brought the
night before.
Slowly, as one man, and with no spoken word, we fell back,
the half circle straightening into a line and leaving a clear
pathway to the open gates. The wind had ceased to blow, I re-
member, and a sunny stillness lay upon the sand, and the
rough-hewn wooden stakes, and a little patch of tender grass
across which stretched a dead man's arm. The church bells
began to ring.
The Indian out of whose path to life and freedom we had
stepped glanced from the line of lowered steel to the open
gates and the forest beyond, and understood. For a full minute
he waited, moving not a muscle, still and stately as some noble
masterpiece in bronze. Then he stepped from the shadow of
the wall and moved past us through the sunshine that turned
the eagle feather in his scalp lock to gold. His eyes were fixed
upon the forest; there was no change in the superb calm of his
face. He went by the huddled dead and the long line of the liv-
ing that spoke no word, and out of the gates and across the
neck, walking slowly that we might yet shoot him down if we
saw fit to repent ourselves, and proudly like a king's son. There
was no sound save the church bells ringing for our deliverance.
He reached the shadow of the trees: a moment, and the forest
had back her own.
We sheathed our swords and listened to the Governor's few
earnest words of thankfulness and of recognition of this or that
man's service, and then we set to work to clear the ground of
the dead, to place sentinels, to bring the town into order, to de-
termine what policy we should pursue, to search for ways by
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