John Smith had been hideously wounded in the accident upriver. The
Indians, who watched and knew everything that happened along the river, had
seen what happened. Wahunsonacock, the father of Pocahontas and the ruler of
the Powhatan people discussed it with his brothers. He had developed a grudging
admiration for his enemy.
Had Pocahontas not flung herself at John
Smith, Wahunsonacock might have adopted him into the tribe. But Pocahontas had
to be disciplined, and her father told himself he did not want his daughter
sleeping with a foreigner.
“He
has the courage of a hawk, but he is badly wounded. I saw the fire aboard his
ship myself, and I saw how it burned him as he leaped into the river. His clothes
were all in flames. When his men pulled him out of the water, he was very near
death. They said it was his gunpowder bag that caught fire.” Wahunsonacock
inhaled the fragrant smoke from his tobacco leaf, exhaled, and squinted at his
brothers through a fine blue haze. “I say Francis West tried to kill him.”
“Why?”
“Smith
made him stay at the Falls. They had hot words. West said he wanted to go back
to England and Smith said he could not.”
Opechancanough
smiled. “If these English begin to quarrel among themselves, they may kill each
other and save us the trouble.”....
But
Wahunsonacock, whose heart ached for his banished daughter and who wished that
John Smith could have been his son, not his enemy, was silent.
--Virginia Bernhard, Jamestown:
The Novel, 77-78.
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