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With the fading of the vision came a sudden consciousness of a presence in the forest other thanwith me, step for step, but with a space between us of earth and brown tree trunks and drooping branches For a ht that he was a shadow, not substance; then I stood still, waiting for hiliure I had touched my sword, but when I saho it was I let my hand fall He too paused, but he did not offer to speak With his hand upon a great bow, he waited, ht A minute or more thus; then I walked on with my eyes upon hi orthe distance between us, but ht and shade, the warmth and stillness, of the forest For a time I kept ain It seemed not worth while to wonder why he walked with me, as now the mortal foe of the people to whom he had returned

From the river bank, the sycaone northward toward the Pa and the ruined cabin with the dead within it, I had turned to the eastward Now, in that hopeless wandering, I would have faced the north again But the Indian who hadcompanion stopped short, and pointed to the east I looked at hiht that he knew, maybe, of some war party between us and the Pamunkey, and would save me from it A listlessness had coed and silent, with two spears' length of earth between us, ent on until we caain I would have turned to the northward, but the son of Powhatan, gliding before me, set his face down the stream, toward the river I had left A minute in which I tried to think and could not, because inof the birds at Weyanoke; then I followed hi I walked in a dream, hand in hand with the sweetness of the past, I do not know; but when the present and its anguish weighed again upon my heart it was darker, colder, stiller, in the forest The soundless streaolden sunshine that had lain upon the earth was all gathered up; the earth was dark and smooth and bare, with not a flower; the tree trunks were er brown branch and blue sky, but a deep and soht like a pall I stood still and gazed around me, and knew the place