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Drawing from the personal journals of John Smith, Joseph Bruchac, winner of the American Book Award for Breaking Silence, reveals an important part of history through the eyes of two historic figures.
Paspahegh. My father has tried to bring all the towns together, to make us strong and keep us in peace, but there are still many who hate us and make war on us. The Monacanuk and Pocoughtaonackuk are fierce enemies to us. Although they speak our language and my father yet hopes to bring them into his great alliance, they have hurt us. They continue to make raids on our villages, taking women and children as captives. It was in one of their attacks on Paspahegh, the Village at the Mouth of the
or fortification but the boughs of trees cast together in the form of a half-moon by the extraordinary pain and diligence of Captain Kendall. 7 Pocahontas: Backwards People Long ago, after Ahone made the Sun and Moon and Stars, it was then that Okeus shaped the earth and all the things upon it. It is said that Okeus gave us the many kinds of corn and taught us how to plant them and care for them in the right way. If we care for these great gifts and give them our love, they will, in return,
make them happy. Of course, they are not tortured or killed. Who would ever dream of doing that to a werowance and who could be so bad hearted as to hurt women and children? But being here under the control of my father is bitter to them. It reminds them of their defeat. It reminds them that their power is much less than the power of the Mamanatowic and his alliance of many nations. I have sometimes wondered what it would be like for me to be taken into captivity. I know that I would be treated
Strachey in 1612. It then reposed in manuscript form in the British Library for 237 years before being published in 1849 by the Hakluyt Society. In Chapter 7 of that volume can be found a relatively detailed telling of the Great Hare creation story, as it was related to Captain Samuel Argall by Henry Spelman, a teenage English boy who had been sent to live among the Indians and learn their language. (Spelman became a friend of Pocahontas’s, and she saved his life on at least one occasion.)
resolutely ended their days in defense of Christ and his Gospel. Then captured, I was delivered to the young and beauteous Turkish noblewoman Chratza Tragabigzanda, who took much compassion on me. Even as I related these tales to an appreciative throng of planters and mariners alike, those haughty gentlemen mostly un-gently came upon me. “Take the traitor,” Wingfield snarled. I forebore from struggle, though my sword was at my side. In truth, I knew I had done no wrong and could not imagine