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Mine are not dicers' oaths The stars were yet shining when I left the house, and, after a ith my man Diccon, at the servants' huts, strode down the bank and through the gate of the palisade to the wharf, where I loosed my boat, put up her sail, and turned her head down the broad stream The as fresh and favorable, and ent swiftly down the river through the silver rew pale pink to the zenith; then the sun rose and drank up the reen banks ca of birds; above rose the sky, bright blue, with a few fleecy clouds drifting across it

I thought of the day, thirteen years before, when for the first time white men sailed up this sa its shores, how gay and sweet their blooe the painted savages, had seeht we had found a very paradise, the Fortunate Isles at least How quickly e undeceived! As I lay back in the stern with half-shut eyes and tiller idle in my hand, our many tribulations and our few joys passed in review before st our rulers; true old and the South Sea; the horror of the pestilence and the blacker horror of the Starving Time; the arrival of the Patience and Deliverance, whereat ept like children; thate followedof Dale with that stern but wholesoht under Maurice of Nassau; the good tiallants were put down, cities founded, forts built, and the gospel preached; the all's expedition, in which I played a part, and Argall's iniquitous rule; the return of Yeardley as Sir George, and the priceless gift he brought us,--all this and much else, old friends, old enemies, old toils and strifes and pleasures, ran, bitter-sweet, through my memory, as the wind and flood bore me on Of as beforethe evil thereof

The river see the bridle path on the shore; the boats were few and far between, and held only servants or Indians or very old men It was as Rolfe had said, and the free and able-bodied of the plantations had put out, posthaste, for matrimony Chaplain's Choice appeared unpeopled; Piersey's Hundred slept in the sunshine, its wharf deserted, and but few, slow-es looked scant of all but squaws and children, for the braves were gone to see the palefaces buy their wives Below Paspahegh a cockleshell of a boat carrying a great white sail overtookHamor