were said to be buried ... men from some long-ago time before the beginning of years.
An Eno found them there and told of the war party of Senecas heading south upon a raid, and so they had come down from the high-up hills, too late to help defend our settlement, but in time to intercept the Senecas' return.
From far away they had heard shooting, then saw the Senecas coming across a savanna, and moved to meet them on Lick Fork.
Yet when we returned, Glasco was dead, only hours before.
'I wish he could have known,' I said. 'We brought back his hair.'
'He knew,' Lila said. 'I told him. For I saw it as in a dream, saw Yance come charging with a knife in his hand, saw blood upon his shoulder, saw him go down, then come up and turn, and saw his shoulder move.'
She went to Yance and uncovered his shoulder. There was a deep gash there, the bleeding stopped with moss. 'Come,' she said, 'we will make it clean.' And he went with her, as he had when a child.
Abby stood waiting, her face still, her eyes round and serious.
'Barnabas,' she said, 'we must go down to the river. I would speak with you there.'
I knew it would be a serious talk, for long it had been since she'd called me aught but Barney.
And when we sat together on the bank, she said, 'We have a daughter, Barnabas, and she will be a beautiful girl.'
'She is your daughter,' I said.
'It is a wild land here. What will be her future?'
Uneasiness stirred within me, and for the first time I truly felt fear. 'I do not know,' I said, 'But by the time she is grown-'
'It will be too late, Barnabas. Our daughter will not become a hunter or a fighter of Indians. She must have education, she must know another world than this.'
My fingers felt the grass. I pulled a blade and tasted it and waited, my heart beating slowly.
'You have your sons, and they will grow your way. I want our daughter to have another choice. If she stays, who will she marry? One of your wild wilderness men? Would you have her curing buffalo hides, growing old before her time?'
'What else can we do?' I asked, though in my heart I knew the answer.
'In all things, Barnabas, I have done as you wished, for in all things they were what I wished as well. In this I do not know, and you must help me. I do not know, Barnabas, but I am filled with misgivings.'
'You would take her from me? Soon Brian will go to England to study law. Already Sakim has taught him mathematics and logic, government and philosophy. I have learned much from Sakim, for I, too, have listened when he taught Yet I am no scholar, and but a simple man.'
Abby put her hand over mine. 'Not so simple, Barnabas, but so wise, so strong, and yet so gentle. You forget that I have known you for a long time. And a good time,' she added quietly, 'a very good time. And I do not want to leave you.'
It was there. The word had been said.
'Where would you go?'
'To London, at first. Perhaps to Paris. I would need time, Barnabas, for I have been long away. I would need to learn again how to behave as an English lady.'
'You have always been a lady.'
'You could come with us, Barnabas. You could come. Elizabeth the Queen is dead.
A man sits now upon the throne. The old suspicions would be forgot.'
But even as she spoke, we knew I would not go. I would never leave again for so long the shadow of those mountains I had found at last.
'After this?' I swept my hand at the mountains, fields, rivers. 'No, Abby, our duties divide. Yours will take you to England with our daughter, mine will keep me here.
'Perhaps the boys no longer need me, but they know I am here. I am an anchor, I am a single, positive thing. I am a focal point, if no more. A balance wheel, a hub about which they may revolve, and I will be here for them to come to if they are hurt. I would not have them without that.
'They may never need me, but as long as I am here, they are not lost. If I can be no more to them, I will be their Pole Star.'
'The Senecas will come again, Barnabas, and the Shawnees.'
'Of course ... I know that. I would miss them if they failed to come, and they would miss me if I was not here to greet them.'
I stood up, slowly. 'Abby, we will arrange it. We will go down to the sea once more, and we will find a ship, and you may go to England.
'When she has seen the world, when she has learned what it holds, then bring her to me again and let me see what my daughter has become.
'At least ... do not let her forget me.'
Chapter 31
Yet suddenly there came news of such evil portent that new fears beset our colony. On the 22nd of March, the Indians had raised up and killed several hundreds of the colonists in the land called Virginia.
That particular colony was some distance from us and we had but little knowledge.
From time to time we had word of them from Indians passing, or the observations of Kin or Yance, and we knew of harsh times they had, with a shortage of food and much illness. The site of the town they had formed, called Jamestown, was not the best one and, as we had discovered to our cost, there was much fever on the coast close to the swamps.
After some beginning trouble between Powhatan, of whom we often heard but knew little, and these colonists, troubles between them had simmered down, largely to the strong stand taken by a Captain John Smith, a man of Lincolnshire who had fought in wars upon the continent.
The story as we heard it from the Catawbas was thus: A war captain called Nemattanow, who was called by the colonists 'Jack of the Feather,' because of his feather adornment, had persuaded a man named Morgan to go into the woods with him for trade or hunting or something of the kind. Nemattanow had often been in Morgan's house, and coveted many of the things he saw there. Later, in the woods, he murdered Morgan and returned to the cabin wearing Morgan's cap.
Morgan's boys suspected what had happened and tried to entice the Indian to the presence of a Master Thorpe.
An altercation developed and Nemattanow was shot and wounded. The boys put him in a boat to take before the governor. Feeling his death was near, Nemattanow, who the Indians believed could not be hurt by a bullet, pleaded with the boys not to tell how he was killed, and to bury his body in the white man's cemetery so his death would not become known.
Oppecancanough, who was king of those Indians, was much angered when he heard of the death of Nemattanow, but made great signs of love and peace to the colonists so that no danger was felt, and due to the fact that no war had been entertained for some time, few of the colonists were armed, there being few swords, and fewer guns except for fowling pieces.
Yet Oppecancanough informed his people of what was planned, sending presents of venison and fowl to various colonists with much evidence of good will, and sometimes sitting to breakfast with them. Then, suddenly, on the 22nd of March they arose and slaughtered three hundred and forty-seven men, women, and children, striking so quickly that few knew what happened, killing them often with their own tools, then hacking and defacing the bodies.
One Nathaniel Causie, who had come with John Smith, seized upon an axe when attacked and clove the head of one of his attackers, whereby they fled, and he escaped, though injured, for they hurt none who did stand to fight or were upon their guard, killing only those they caught unawares and unarmed.
By this time the colonists were established for one hundred and forty miles along the river, on both sides, and the Indians, because of their nature of living off the country, must themselves be in groups of thirty, forty, or sixty.
Yet the whole plot had been so carefully arranged that each group of Indians was aware, and many more
