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It careat bonfire sank lower and lower, and as they sank the gray light faltered into being, grew, and strengthened At last the dancers were still, the woone The wailing of the pipes died away, the drue lay in the keen wind and the pale light, inert and quiet with the stillness of exhaustion

The pause and hush did not last When the ruffled pools aht us food, and the warriors and old athered about us They sat upon mats or billets of wood, and I offered them bread and meat, and told them they must come to Jamestown to taste of the white h issued fro slowly up to us, took his seat upon the white mat that was spread for him For a few minutes he sat in a silence that neither we nor his people cared to break Only the wind sang in the brown branches, and fro's hoarse cry As he sat in the sunshine he glistened all over, like an Ethiop besprent with silver; for his dark lihty chest had been oiled, and then powdered with antile's feather; across his face, from temple to chin, was a bar of red paint; the eyes above were very bright and watchful, but we upon whom that scrutiny was bent were as little wont as he to let our faces tell our reat pipe, carved and painted, stem and bowl; an old man filled it with tobacco, and a warrior lit it and bore it to the Emperor He put it to his lips and sher, and the golden minutes that were more precious than heart's blood went by, at once too slow, too swift

At last, his part in the solemn mockery played, he held out the pipe to me "The sky will fall, and the rivers run dry, and the birds cease to sing," he said, "before the smoke of the calumet fades from the land"

I took the symbol of peace, and smoked it as silently and soberly--ay, and as slowly--as he had done before me, then laid it leisurely aside and held out my hand "My eyes have been holden," I told hiraves of the hatchets and the drifting of the peace sh colishman's uppowoc, and to receive rich presents,--a red robe like his brother Powhatan's, and a cup from which he shall drink, he and all his people"