est the fruit of the seed we plant."

"But lay aside first your arms. What need have ye of arms who come upon
such a peaceful purpose? Have ye thought to try to frighten my people
to sell thee of their stores? What will it avail you to take by force
what you may quickly have by love, or destroy them that provide you
food? Every year our friendly trade will furnish you with corn, and now
also, if you will come in friendly manner to see us, and not thus with
your guns and swords as to invade your foes."

Many of the English, when Smith had translated word after word of the
chief's discourse, felt shamed at the show of force their weapons
manifested, and would have been willing to lay them by while they were
upon the land of this friendly chieftain, whom, they felt, they had
misjudged. But Smith was not deceived. He was learning to read the signs
of Indian ways, and he knew that the chief had reasons for desiring to
see them unarmed. So he called out in answer:

"Your people coming to Jamestown are entertained with their bows and
arrows without any exceptions, we esteeming it proper with you as it is
with us, to wear our arms as part of our apparel."

There followed more words between the two and much talk of "father" and
"son"; but Pocahontas, who listened to it all, was not easy. She had
given her affection to Smith since the day she saved his life, and now
she was sure that her father planned to harm him. Nautauquas was away
with Claw-of-the-Eagle on a foray against the Massawomekes, the latter
having sworn to her that he would now accomplish deeds to make the
chiefs of his tribe declare him worthy to be called a real Powhatan
brave. Had her brother been at Werowocomoco, she might have confided her
fear to him; as it was, she realized that she alone must discover her
father's intentions.

She saw that Powhatan had withdrawn on some pretext she did not overhear
and that Smith, standing at the entrance of the lodge which Powhatan had
assigned to the English, was chatting with some of the squaws he
remembered from the time of his captivity, while the rest of the white
men were busy in carrying the objects they had brought for bartering
from the boat to the lodge.

Suddenly a number of Indian braves rushed towards him, arrows notched in
the bowstrings. The foremost savage let his arrow fly; it was aimed a
few feet too high and, grazing Smith's steel morion, hit the bark of the
lodge-covering above his head. The squaws