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a Jesuit, and
how to bide its time to a cat crouched before a mousehole. I thought of
the terms we now kept with these heathen; of how they came and went
familiarly amongst us, spying out our weakness, and losing the salutary
awe which that noblest captain had struck into their souls; of how many
were employed as hunters to bring down deer for lazy masters; of how,
breaking the law, and that not secretly, we gave them knives and arms,
a soldier's bread, in exchange for pelts and pearls; of how their emperor
was forever sending us smooth messages; of how their lips smiled and
their eyes frowned. That afternoon, as I rode home through the
lengthening shadows, a hunter, red-brown and naked, rose from behind
a fallen tree that sprawled across my path, and made offer to bring me

my meat from the moon of corn to the moon of stags in exchange for a
gun. There was scant love between the savages and myself, - it was
answer enough when I told him my name. I left the dark figure standing,
still as a carved stone, in the heavy shadow of the trees, and, spurring
my horse (sent me from home, the year before, by my cousin Percy),
was soon at my house, - a poor and rude one, but pleasantly set upon a
slope of green turf, and girt with maize and the broad leaves of the
tobacco. When I had had my supper, I called from their hut the two
Paspahegh lads bought by me from their tribe the Michaelmas before,
and soundly flogged them both, having in my mind a saying of my
ancient captain's, namely, "He who strikes first oft-times strikes last."
Upon the afternoon of which I now speak, in the midsummer of the
year of grace 1621, as I sat upon my doorstep, my long pipe between
my teeth and my eyes upon the pallid stream below, my thoughts were
busy with these matters, - so busy that I did not see a horse and rider
emerge from the dimness of the forest into the cleared space before my
palisade, nor knew, until his voice came up the bank, that my good
friend, Master John Rolfe, was without and would speak to me.
I went down to the gate, and, unbarring it, gave him my hand and led
the horse within the inclosure.
"Thou careful man!" he said, with a laugh, as he dismounted. "Who
else, think you, in this or any other hundred, now bars his gate when
the sun goes down?"
"It is my sunset gun," I answered briefly, fastening his horse as I spoke.
He put his arm about my shoulder, for we were old friends, and
together we went up the green bank to the house, and, when I had
brought him a pipe, sat down side by side upon the doorstep.
"Of what were you dreaming?" he asked presently, when we had made
for ourselves a great cloud of smoke. "I called you twice."
"I was wishing for Dale's times and Dale's laws."

He laughed, and touched my knee with his hand, white and smooth as a
woman's, and with a green jewel upon the forefinger.
"Thou Mars incarnate!" he cried. "Thou first, last, and in the meantime
soldier! Why, what wilt thou do when thou gettest to heaven? Make it
too hot to hold thee? Or take out letters of marque against the Enemy?"
"I am not there yet," I said dryly. "In the meantime I would like a
commission against - your relatives."
He laughed, then sighed, and, sinking his chin into his hand and softly
tapping his foot against the ground, fell into a reverie.
"I would your princess were alive," I said presently.
"So do I," he answered softly. "So do I." Locking his hands behind his
head, he raised his quiet face to the evening star. "Brave and wise and
gentle," he mused. "If I did not think to meet her again, beyond that star,
I could not smile and speak calmly, Ralph, as I do now."
" 'T is a strange thing," I said, as I refilled my pipe. "Love for your
brother-in-arms, love for your commander if he be a commander worth
having, love for your horse and dog, I understand. But wedded love! to
tie a burden around one's neck because 't is pink and white, or clear
bronze, and shaped with elegance! Faugh!"
"Yet I came with half a mind to persuade thee to that very burden!" he
cried, with another laugh.
"Thanks for thy pains," I said, blowing blue rings into the air.
"I have ridden to-day from Jamestown," he went on. "I was the only
man, i' faith, that cared to leave its gates; and I