P 229 .P73 Copy 1 Pocahontas and The Dawn of Our Nation Pocahontas and The DaAvn of Our Nation Published by CHARLES D. PLATT Dover, New Jersey U. S. A. \- . \' Coperight 192! Bg Charles Davis Plait FEB -7 1321 booer Adeaitce, Printer* Dover, N. J. ©CI.D 5r,957 73 Preface In 1914, while making inquiries about the history of Dover, New Jer- sey, I entered upon a correspondence with Mrs. Althea Fitz Randolph Bedle, of Jersey City, widow of Hon. Joseph D. Bedle, a former Governor of New Jersey. From her I obtained genea- logical notes of the Fitz Randolph family, represented in this section by Hartshorne Fitz Randolph, from whom our Randolph Township takes its name. Seeing that I was interested in his- torical matters, Mrs. Bedle sent me a poem that she had begun on Poca- hontas, the Indian princess of Vir- ginia, asking me to assist in the re- vision and completion of the poem. The character and personality of Po- cahontas were very near and dear to Mrs. Bedle's heart, and she has de- scribed her heroine with a woman's sympathy and enthusiasm, and with true poetic feeling. Her version of the story was completed in about two hundred lines. My attention being thus called to this subject, I took up, in my summer vacation, the study of the original nar- ratives of the settlement of James- town, and began to turn the whole history into a narrative poem, placing the various events in chronological order, as I disentangled them from the various independent sources. Mrs. Bedle was greatly interested in this historical development of the subject and did everything in her power to assist me in carrying out the plan of a longer poem that should supplement her own work. I afterwards reduced my long nar- rative poem to a shorter lyric version of about six hundred lines, omittine much of the detail. For the substance of these historical poems I am indebt- ed to the early narratives of Captain John Smith and other cotemporaries of Pocahontas as edited by Lyon Gard- iner Tyler, LL.D., President of the College of William and Mary. Mr. Victor Hugo Paltsits, Head of the Department of American History in the Public Library of New York City, put at my disposal many other books of reference. My aim has hopn to follow the history as truly as pos- sible, rather than to make a fictitious historical romance. Truth is stranger than fiction, and may be more inter- esting than some fiction. The cotemporaries of Pocahontas were cotemporaries of Shakespeare. Shakespeare died just a few weeks before Pocahontas arrived in England. She created a great sensation in Euro- pean circles as La Belle Sauvage. She deserves to be remembered today as one who welcomed the dawn of our nation. The following note on the descend- ants of Pocahontas is taken from an article by Alfred B. Williams, in the New York Times Book Review and Magazine of January 9, 1921. "The Indian blood from Pocahontas, of which John Randolph, of Roanoke, was so proud, was given to the family by Lucy Boiling, direct descent on her father's side, of the Indian Princess. This Lucy married a Randolph, grand- son of William Randolph (1651-1711). The touch of Indian blood seemed not only to add vigor to the stock, but, strangely enough, to give it con- servative tendencies. John Marshall, the Chief Justice, whose mother was Mrs. Keith, formerly Mary Isham Randolph, great-granddaughter of Jane Rolfe, who was granddaughter of Pocahontas, was a bulwark of con- servative sentiment, stable govern- ment, and unity among the States. The story of Pocahontas will be presented in two forms, one entitled "Scenes from the Life of Pocahontas, the Indian Princess;" and the other entitled "The Dawn of Our Nation." It should be of interest to all Ameri- can citizens, in this year of historical anniversaries, to review the early contact of the two races — the Red Men and the White Men — in 1607, and to note those ideals of life, which, in spite of all obscuration, were most vital in the English race as it gained at Jamestown its first permanent foothold upon the shores of the New World. CHARLES D. PLATT. Scenes from the Life of the Indian Princess POCAHONTAS By ALTHEA FITZ RANDOLPH BEDLE Part I. In the colony at Jamestown Where the English-speaking Pale Face Meets the Red Men of the forest, Ruled by Powhatan the crafty, Soon Peace turns to open warfare. And the Chief's grim warriors gather, Seize the White Man's leader, take him To their tribe, deep in the forest. There they bind him and make ready For an ominous feast of triumph. From afar, in garb of warfare, Come the chiefs of all the wildwood, To behold the White Man perish. On the ground they drag their captive, Braves attired in all their war-paint. In the presence of their Chieftain, Powhatan, relentless warrior! Two great stones are brought and on them Now the White Man's head is ready, While two braves, with arm uplifted. Stand prepared to dash his brains out. Then the maiden Pocahontas Rushes forward, none can stop her, Throws her arms about the captive. Cries, — "O spare him! Spare the Pale- face!" On his head her glossy tresses Rested, and the death-blow fell not. So the Chieftain's darling daughter Snatched from death, from death most speedy. Brave John Smith, the Pale-face Cap- tain. When a captive thus is rescued, Snatched from death, restored to freedom, He shall then cleave to his savior. Be adopted as a tribesman. Powhatan, his heart won over, All his threatening wrath abated. Takes the White Man to his wigwam, Welcomes home the Great White Father, And the Pale-face, glad and grateful, Shares with them his White Man's magic, Gives the Indian maiden lessons In the wondrous lore of Spelling, In the mystic art of Reading, In the mystery of "learning," That which makes the White Man master. Handiwork he made to please her, Beads to charm the Indian maiden, Bells to charm her with their tinkling, When she wore them on her garments. And, for Powhatan, swift arrows Fashioned he and taught him wonders. Thus he won their hearts, repaid them For the kindness they had shown him. Part II. In the dawning of the morning, While the village still is sleeping, Through the darkness of the forest Comes the youthful Pocahontas, Child of Powhatan, the chieftain. Angel of the Woodland vistas. On the Indian maiden passes. Where the Whippoorwill complaineth And the startled fawn doth wander. Ghostly phantoms playing o'er her. With her heavy-laden basket Comes the Chieftain's darling daugh- ter, O'er the dreary, dismal marshes, By the streams of mighty waters. Hastening to relieve the Settlers, Bringing food to feed the Pale-face. Dark-eyed is the Chieftain's daughter, Gentle, brave, and tender-hearted, And she hears with secret anguish Of the danger now impending O'er the strangers in the forest. To the noble Pale-face leader Now she gives her laden basket. And with tearful eye she warns him Of her sire's insidious purpose. SCENES FROM THE LIFE OF POCAHONTAS Deeply stirred is he, the Pale-face, By her plaintive tones of warning. By her childlike ways so gentle, By her grace with firmness mingled. Then she turns and journeys home- ward; In the wind her glossy tresses Toss: the fringes of her blanket Wave about her form, enhancing All her charms of youthful beauty. Through the forest shades the daugh- ter Of the Chieftain passes onward. Listens to the song of wild birds. Sees the eagle soar above her. Notes the quickly darting rabbit. And the squirrel beside her pathway. On she hastens, now returning. O'er the streams of sparkling water. Toward the village fast awakening, Toward the curling smoke of wig- wams. To the sunrise of the meadow. To the sunshine of the cornfields. Through the groves of singing pine trees, "Ever sighing, ever singing." As she goes her heart is troubled And she prays to the Good Spirit — "Help me! save me from the anger Of my father, from his fury. When he learns of this my warning To the Pale-face in the forest." So she came with basket laden Often to the stranger Pale-face, Through the dark wood, unaffrighted. Through the night, to save from famine And from death the starving White Men. Part III. Later, Fortune's wheel, oft turning. Made the Indian maiden captive. When the White Men came in numbers And in power before unheard of. Kindness then was shown the captive In her turn, and one, as lover. Sought her for his bride and won her, For she now was grown a woman, With the charm of grace and goodness. Then they christened her Rebecca, "Bond of Peace," for she united Hostile bands. Red Men and White Men. Bond of Peace, so may she ever Stand, an emblem of the mercy That wins mercy and takes captive More than cruel war can boast of. Rolfe it was, John Rolfe from Eng- land, Whom the Indian Princess favored With her heart and hand in marriage. Grieving for his wife departed. Buried in the Jamestown churchyard. He beheld the Indian maiden. Graceful, gliding o'er the meadow. In her coat of doe-skin leather. With its fringe of many colors And her cap adorned with feathers. Like a sylvan spirit, charming In her youthful strength and beauty, Powhatan's own dearest daughter. Born a princess, loved by many, And they called her by a pet name, "Clear, bright stream of laughing wate % Mid the hills and valleys flowing." Thus they called the Chieftain's daughter. Well-beloved Pocahontas. Often, when John Rolfe beheld her, He was comforted in sorrow. Thus he wooed and she consented. To the little church at Jamestown, Day of days! he led the Princess. There in gown of cloth and tinsel, From beyond the seas imported, Decked in bracelets, trinkets, jewels. She was married to the White Man. At her side stood Rolfe in velvet. Sword-girt, with right hand uplifted. Asking Heaven's richest blessing On their union. At the wedding Many, many guests were present, — Maidens fair and children bringing Flowers and ferns to grace the wed- ding. Armed men were there, but peaceful; Swords were sheathed, for here an omen Of more peaceful times was sought for, When the Red Man and the White Man Should be friends, should be as broth- ers. Part IV. There, beside the flowing river, Was their home, amidst the cornfields And the gifts of Nature's bounty. Game was all about them — rabbit. Deer and doe, and coon in plenty. SCENES FROM THE LIFE OF POCAHONTAS And the Princess, not in market, But in field and in the forest. With her bow and flying arrow- Knew the art to stock the larder. To their love a son was given By the loving Great Good Spirit; But the husband now must take them To his home beyond the ocean, To old England, towards the sunrise. There his Indian bride is noted For her beauty and her lineage, At the royal court presented To King James and to Queen Annie, And her fame spread to the nations. But the life of court and city Did not please the Indian Princess. No, she yearned for field and forest, For the land of doe and squirrel. For the pine-trees and the corn-fields, For the bow and for the arrow, For the moccasins of buckskin. For the hills and for the meadows. For the streams that flow unceasing. Now their ship lies in the harbor, Soon to sail and reach the homeland; But, ah no! another "Homeland" Summons her to Islands Blessed, To the "Land of the Hereafter." There the great Good Spirit welcomes All his children. Red Men, White Men, Bids them share his lovingkindness, Heals Earth's wounds and soothes its sorrows In the Land of the Hereafter. POCAHONTAS AND THE DAWN OF OUR NATION By CHARLES D. PLATT Introduction In this month of December, 1920, attention is directed to the landing of the Pilgrims at Plymouth Rock, as the historic moment when the Dawn of our Nation became visibly lumin- ous, in 1G20. But let us not forget that some streaks of roseate dawn began to brighten the historical hor- izon in 1607, at JamestowTi, Virginia. Captain John Smith was the leading spirit of that earlier dawn. His pub- lished reports and maps, his conversa- tions with his cotemporaries in Eng- land, his efforts as a promoter of the plan to "plant" or colonize the won- derful new continent not only scat- tered abroad much of the first scanty information about the territory that has since become the United States, but aroused interest in this New World and stimulated the spirit of adventure that would dare to cross the sea. John Smith, as a navigator, a map-maker, an explorer, a writer and a talker, helped to point the way. In 1614 he spent eighty days on the coast of New England from Penob- scot to Cape Cod. He gave it the name "New England." Edward Arber, the pre-eminent biographer of Captain Smith, says: "It is quite clear that he offered to lead out the Pilgrim Fath- ers to America and that they declined his services 'to save charges, saying my books and maps were much better cheape to teach them, than myselfe.' " Arber adds: "Smith grieved over his mishaps and ill-fortune in 1615 and 1617, but posterity may be glad that he never did get to New England again. That work was carried on by other hands; and we rejoice thereby to possess The New England Trials, 1620 and 1622; the General History, 1625; (and other works) — all of which would never have come to press had not Man and Providence frustrated all his attempts to go and settle." Of New England and Virginia Smith says: "I call them my children; for they have been my wife, my hawks, my hounds, my cards, my dice, and in total, my best content." Arber remarks: "Whenever gener- ous spirits served under him they learned to love and admire the man. So, at length, posterity will learn to do the like, and see in him a noble example of what a Christian Gentle- man and Officer may be, may do and may endure." Arber cites many letters and even poems written by intimate friends of Smith, testifying to his honesty, truthfulness and hi.yh character. In return for his enthusiastic labors Siiiith seems to have received but scant appreciation cr recompense, not even owning a house of his own. Others reaped a rich harvest from his explorations, while he received the cold shoulder and critical approbrium as his reward. And even in recent years, in Ameri- ca, he has been held up to the con- tempt of our reading public as a mere romancer— the "champion liar of •American historv" — all because of SCENES FROM THE LIFE OF POCAHONTAS that Pocahontas story. That story of his rescue by Pocahontas was received without suspicion until 1866, when Dr. Charles Deane, of Boston, called at- tention to the fact that Smith made no reference to this story in his earliest report to the company that sent him out in 1606. Dr. Deane assumed that Smith af- terwards invented the story to em- bellish his General History, or per- haps borrowed it from another writer who had reported an Indian custom of permitting a woman of the tribe to intercede in behalf of a captive condemned to death. This assumption of Deane's was hailed as a great step in historical criticism. Soon our histories of the United States (such as Bryant's) be- gan to refer to this Pocahontas res- cue in terms of discrediting doubt and superior wisdom. Our encyclopedias echoed the doubt — reflected the new light. Then John Fiske, an American historian of good standing, delivered a lecture in London, in 1879, defending the veracity of John Smith. Other writers— W. W. Henry in 1882, Charles Poindexter, 1893— rallied to the defense, and now the historians, cyclopedias and expounders of American literature are swinging round and following the lead of John Fiske. It is easy to see that if there was a custom among the American In- dians of permitting a woman of the tribe to save the life of a prisoner, and if some other writer had noted that fact, the Pocahontas story is not false on that account. It may simply confirm the custom. But Pocahontas was not then a woman. She was a child of ten or twelve — the favorite child of the old chief. Even as a child she had a will of her own. That is her prime characteristic. She had been deeply impressed by the person- ality of the white captive. He was to her a marvel of novelty and strange knowledge and power. The Indians even suspected, for a time, that he was a god in disguise. Little Poca- hontas did not hesitate, but saved the prisoner, whether it was her tribal rip:ht or not. He was later adopted into the tribe v/ith strange rites, but was soon permitted to return to Jamestov/n. The incident explains the subsequent dealings of Smith with the Indians, and the freedom with which Pocahontas visited the white man's settlement, becoming more at home there than with her own people. From this point of view the story supplies a necessary link in the his- tory of the Jamestown colony. Why did Smith omit such a thrilling tale from his first published report? The defendants have pointed out that he (or the directors of the London Com- pany) may have omitted reference to this interesting adventure in the first published report, designed to draw col- onists to Virginia, inasmuch as some men might not regard such hair- breadth escapes as sufficiently allur- ing. They might reason that it would be safer to stay in Old England rather than be saved so dramatically even by an Indian Princess. And it is to be noted that Smith did not marry her. Some romantic Americans will have it that he did marry her, so little is the true history known. Ten years later, when Pocahontas, now Lady Rebecca Rolfe, came to England with her husband and child, Smith "writ a little booke to the Queene" in her behalf. In this his- toric letter to the Queen he dwells upon a number of reasons for ex- tending to the Indian Princess the courtesy of a court reception. He tells of her many kindnesses and how "she next under God, was still the instrument to preserve this Colonic from death, famine, and utter confu- sion." The letter is a masterpiece. But the critic would have us believe that Smith lied to her Majesty on this occasion. This would have been a risky thing for him to do (assuming that he was such a fabulist). The truth would have leaked out. There was Pocahontas to reckon with. Would she have been a party to such a trick? There is no hint in all her history to warrant the supposition. She was fearless, outspoken, straight- forward — not the one to cringe for favor. This is not a question of Smith's veracity alone. He and Poca- hontas stand or fall together. And the old Indian, Uttamattomakkin, would doubtless be able to testify in a case so unforgettable. And Lord Delaware and Deputy Governor Dale and Rolfe were doubtless acquainted with the traditions of the colony. But, in case the story had never been heard before, all these persons would have to be instructed how to carry off the SCENES FROM THE LIFE OF POCAHONTAS fiction. We begin to see what a tangled web Smith would have had to weave, if he had falsely palmed off this rescue story on the queen. Could he have persuaded all the persons in the party from Virginia to agree upon such an impromptu performance^if it were such ? I cannot help wondering why the historians, publishers of encyclopedias and others who discredited this story took no account of the fact that Po- cahontas was there in England for a year, attended court and many public masks, and was the subject of much social attention. There was abund- ant opportunity for her to confirm or deny a story in which she was said to be the chief actor. Pocahontas died in 1617, as she was taking ship to return to Virginia. She was buried in St. George's Church at Gravesend, England. At a me- morial service held there in July, 1914, the Honorable Walter Hines Page, American Ambassador to Great Britain, delivered the oration. He said: "The romantic story of this North American Indian Princess is too well known to make any extended repetition of it necessary. There is, so far as I know, no parallel to it in American annals, and it is a story so human and kindly and beautiful that it has taken its place among the immortal episodes of history. It has, of course, become a subject of dispute by historians, but all its romantic details, whether literally true or not, have been so thoroughly acccepted by the public that the doubts of histor- ians have a poor chance against the world's love of romance." Why leave the matter under any shadow of suspicion, as if the story must stand, not upon historical fact, but upon the public's love of romance? John Fiske, in "Old Virginia and Her Neighbors," after a thorough and masterful discussion which upholds the credit of American scholarship, sums up the case as follows: "I have dwelt at some length upon the question of Smith's veracity for three good reasons. First, in the in- terests of sound historical criticism, it is desirable to show how skepticism, which is commonly supposed to indi- cate superior sagacity, is quite as likely to result from imperfect un- derstanding. Secondly, justice should be done to the memory of one of the noblest and most lovable characters in American history. Thirdly, the rescue of Smith by Po- cahontas was an event of real histori- cal importance. Without it the sub- sequent relations of the Indian girl with the English colony became in- comprehensible. But for her friendly services on more than one occasion, the tiny settlement would probably have perished. Her visits to James- town and the regular supply of pro- visions by the Indians began at this time." The following statement is from Tyler's Narratives of Early Virginia, 1606-1625: The narrative, "A ^True Relation," by Captain John Smith, being a brief account of the Virginia colonists from December 20, 1606 to June 2, 1608, was published in Eng- land in August, 1608. It was edited by other hands, while Captain Smith was still in Virginia, and "the editor expressly states that it does not in- clude the entire manuscript as it came from Smith. Smith was often inac- curate in his estimates as to time and place and often very prejudiced in his judgments of others, but that is far from saying that he could mis- take plain objects of sense or deliber- ately concoct a story having no foun- dation." Thus we see that Dr. Deane's con- clusion as to the rescue story has been reversed by later critics. Poca- hontas, meantime, has gained another feather in her cap — she has become a classical illustration of the art of Higher Criticism. The history of this critical discus- sion should not so distract us that we fail to appreciate the life and char- acter of John Smith and his associ- ates — especially the part played by that forward-looking spirit of the wildwood who welcomed the new-era- bringing race upon the threshold of her ancestral continent. This life I have endeavored to present and inter- pret in a brief lyric poem, designed for the stage, as a pageant play. In a longer narrative poem (unpublish- ed) I have given, with fuller detail, an intimate view of that momentous decade— 1607 to 1617— The Early Dawn of Our Nation. CHARLES D. PLATT. Dover, New Jersey, December, 1920. POCAHONTAS AND THE DAWN OF OUR NATION PERSONS REPRESENTED Captain John Smith Leader of the White Men Captain Newport In Command of the Fleet Captain Argall Captain of a Sailing Vessel Lord Delaware Governor of Virginia under King James Sir Thomas Dale Deputy Governor of Virginia John Rolf --- An English Gentleman Parson Whitaker A Puritan Missionary Rev. Richard Buck Married Rolfe to Pocahontas, 1614 Archer, Ratcliffe, Martin - - Colonists who conspire against John Smith Anas Todkill, Richard Wiff in, William Phettiplace - Settlers with Smith on trips Henry Spilman Interpreter Powhatan, Emperor of Virginia Head of the Indians Opechamo -- -- Uncle of Pocahontas Opechancanough An Indian Chief Weraskoyack An Indian Chief Nantasquawis Brother of Pocahontas Japazaws An Indian Chief at Patawomeck (Potomac) Uttamattomakkin - An Old Indian Four Indian Chiefs Soldiers White Men Boys at Plymouth Courtiers Indian Warriors Pocahontas Daughter of Powhatan Squaw of Japazaws Indian Women Indian Girls in Sylvan Maskarado Indian Maidens at Wedding Two White Women King James of England Queen Anne of England Lady Delaware POCAHONTAS AND THE DAWN OF OUR NATION ACT. I Scene 1 — The Forests of Virginia, 1607. Chorus of Indians, led by Ope- chancanough, their chief, surrounding Captain John Smith, a captive, whom they have just drawn out of the river mire. 1 Chorus of Warriors. Wa-wa-wa! Wa-wa-wa! Wa-wa-wa! We have him! we have him! we have him! The White Man, the White Man is ours! The bearded man, the bearded man is ours! With his fire-gun that makes a noise! The Great White Chief is ours We drew him out of the river mud! We took him when he could not flee! Wa-wa-wa! Wa-wa-wa! Wa-wa-wa! Take him to Powhatan, to Powhatan! 2 Captain John Smith. At the Court of Powhatan. Smith uses gestures and sign language. Pow- hatan, wives, warriors, Pocahontas, her brother Nantasquawis, other chil- dren and Indians — all watch Smith. Look! Look! this ivory ball Will show you, one and all, The earth on which we live. This needle here will give North, south, east, west — behold! It moves, and trembling turns! From such a charm one learns To sail the seas, and, bold, To visit lands unknown And find his way alone. Earth, like this ball, doth spin, And so we see sun, moon. And stars, the sky within, That move and change eftsoon. There, in the sky above. Reigns the great God of love. His children all are we. White Man and Red Man free. His eye beholds me here. He bids me have no fear! (Indians all listen, spellbound.) 3 Four Indian Chiefs in unison. This man is doomed to die! With his fire-gun he slew Our brothers — two, yes two! (Hold up fingers) This man is doomed to die! (Commotion. Scene breaks up. Pre- pare new scene.) 4 Scene of Execution. Smith with head on a great stone. He is bound. Warriors with clubs stand over him, ready to strike. Pocahontas. Stay! stay! strike not the blow! Take not his life — no, no! The good White Father spare!! I claim him as my share. My share of booty brought From battles you have fought. Spare the White Father, spare! (Falls on Smith and covers his head with her tresses.) 5 Chorus of Indian Women. Spare the White Father, spare! For Powhatan's dear child Bids us be reconciled: Spare the White Father, spare! (The executioners drop their clubs that had been raised to strike. Smith is raised up and unbound, led away by Pocahontas.) After his rescue Smith was initiated by weird ceremonies and adopted into the tribe. He says that Pocahontas not only saved his life "but so pre- vailed with her father that I was safely conducted to Jamestowne." This explanation prepares the way for his visiting the Indian village again, as shown in the following scene. During his captivity of three weeks Smith may be shown in a pantomime scene, entertaining Pocahontas in the manner described on page one. He was provided with "Bels, Pinnes, Needles, Beades or Glasses" which were highly esteemed by the Indians. Powhatan. Scene in the Forest, an Indian Village. Captain Smith and four companions have arrived and ask to see Powhatan. He is away. To entertain them while they wait a day or two, a feast is spread, and a chorus of Indian girls, decked in garlands, with antlers tied to their heads, perform a Sylvan Maskarado. (30 of them.) Pocahontas is among them. First they are heard in the woods, shrieking wildly and approaching. Then they appear, ges- ticulating, armed with bow and ar- rows, quivers at their backs, spears in hand. Some carry potsticks, some clubs. The White Men are startled and seize their weapons to defend them- selves from a sudden attack, as they think. The Indians all laugh and assure POCAHONTAS AND THE DAWN OF OUR NATION them that it is all in fun. They quiet down, lay aside weapons and watch the proceedings in a guarded way, not favorably impressed — glum and fear- ful. 6 Chorus of Indian Girls, heard in the woods. How-how-how-how-how! How-how! How-how! How! Pale Face! Pale Face! Pale Face! We come, we come, we come! From glen and wood and stream we come! We come, we come, we come! (They appear, shrieking wildly, ges- ticulating &c. White Men seize wea- pons, to defend themselves. All the Indians laugh and reassure them.) 7 Indians All, in chorus. Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha! No harm! no harm! no harm! No kill, no kill, no kill! (The White Men put away their weapons, but are watchful.) 8 The Maskers, with gestures, arms outspread in token of welcome. Throw away spears. Welcome, welcome, welcome! Welcome we bring, we bring! Our spears away we fling! (Suit action to word.) This is our festal day. In harmless woodland play We bid our guests a welcome glad: Fear not, fear not, be glad! (Dance about, and with actions rep- resent a hunt in the forest, and other Indian doings.) After the arrival of Powhatan a Coronation Scene is prepared by Cap- tain Newport and Captain Smith, to carry out the express commands of King James. 9 Captain Newport. To Powhatan, great king Of forest tribes, I bring Greetings from o'er the sea: His Sovereign Majesty, King James, hath made decree To crown the Powhatan as lord Of lands he rules by spear and swcrd. This crown we bring To crown thee king And gloriously acclaim thee! Virginia's Emperor we hail thee! Rule thou by right divine O'er all the lands thy spear makes thine ! Now bend the knee, kneel down, kneel down! And let us crown thee with this crown! (Powhatan objects to kneeling) 10 Powhatan. Keep, keep your paltry crown! I will not bend the knee! I rule by might, not by decree Of your King James, nor do I see Why I should wear a crown. Or on my knees fall down! 11 Newport to Smith. This crowning must take place Or we are in disgrace! 12 Smith. Just crowd him down a bit. Like this— that's it! that's it! (They both lean hard on Powhatan's shoulders until he yields a little.) Smith — continues. Now put the crown upon his head! Behold Virginia's Emperor dread! His power who can dispute ? Now give the grand salute! (Newport fires a pistol as signal, and a salute is fired by cannon in the barge on the river near by. Powha- tan starts in fear; but they quiet him down, and assure him that no hostil- ity is intended.) Smith and Newport. Fear not, Virginia's Emperor, fear not! It is to honor you we fire this shot. (Powhatan looks rather suspicious and fearful.) Scene 14 — In the forest. Smith with 36 men is on his way, some time later than preceding scene, to visit Pow- hatan at his capital, Werowocomoco, and get provisions by trading with him, in accordance with Powhatan's urgent invitation. This journey, with a variety of incidents, is described in the Narrative Version. Weraskoyack, an Indian chief with whom Smith stays over night, warns Smith against the treachery of Powhatan, and tries to persuade him not to go further. He tells of the cruel deeds of Pow- hatan. We-ra-sko-yack. Beware, beware, beware! Trust not the Powhatan! He will promise, use you kindly, Lure you on to trust him blindly— Beware, beware, beware! Trust not the Powhatan! Beware, beware, beware! Trust not the Powhatan! See his neighbors, who in anguish. 10 POCAHONTAS AND THE DAWN OF OUR NATION In despair and torment languish! Beware, beware, beware! Trust not the Powhatan! Take heed! take heed! take heed! Let not his craft prevail! Though he come with treasure laden. Speak thee fair as any maiden — Beware, beware, beware! Trust not the Powhatan! (Smith attends closely to this warn- ing, but is undismayed — while on his guard for the future.) Scene in the Forest near Wero- wocomoco, at some distance from the wigwams of Powhatan. Smith and his men are camping in some Indian huts on an inlet of the river. Poca- hontas comes by night to Smith's hut and warns him against her father, Powhatan, who is seeking to entrap him by fair words and take him off his guard, and kill him. 15 Pocahontas. Good White Father, I have sought thee Through the darkness of the forest, Through the dangers of the forest, Coming hither, unattended. Through the irksome wood to warn thee! Flee, this night, or he will slay thee — He, the Powhatan, my father — He will slay thee! Flee! — I warn thee! ("With watered eies" she entreated him to flee. — Narrative.) 16 Captain John Smith. Do I see thee, Pocahontas, Here alone, with friendly warning! Surely, there is none so faithful In this wildwood of Virginia, None so true to bring me warning! Surely, Heaven has sent thee hither! Surely, as a guardian angel, Thou hast come to bring me warning! Take these gifts^no, they would quicken In thy father's heart suspicion! Take my blessing! Heaven reward thee! Now, be gone, ere day is breaking! (Pocahontas leaves silently, gliding into the forest shades. Smith retires to his hut.) 17 Pocahontas. In the forest. Her prayrr for help. Hear mo, O thou great Good Spirit, Dwelling there so far above me! Does thine eye look down and see me In the darkness of the forest? Hear my prayer, O save me, save me From the fury of my father When he hears of this my warning — Hears that I have warned the White Man! Save me from my father's fury! (She disappears in the forest.) ACT II. (Connecting links.) (From the longer, narrative version) Scene 1. Captain Smith at Nonsuch, speaking to turbulent settlers, (reci- tative.) Here is ground all fit for planting, Here build houses, make a fort here! No place stronger, none more pleasant, More delightful in Virginia! Nonsuch be its name; abide here! I will so deal with the Red Men That they will not hurt or harm you. So, be friends with one another! So, be friendly to the Red Men! Do not waste your strength in quarrels! Scene 2. Smith in his boat, returning to Jamestown, sleeping in his boat, powder explodes by accident. Powder bag was by Smith's side as he slept. Explosion. Smith is badly burned, jumps into river, and is nearly drowned. Scene 3. Ratcliffe, Martin and Archer, conspirators. Jamestown. Ratcliffe. Smith has come again from Nonsuch. But he scarcely lives. When sleeping In his boat upon the river, Someone struck a match, — a spark fell On the powder bag beside him! — Burned, in torment, he leaped over In the water — nearly drowned there. Now he's here again — a sick man, Helpless! Martin. Now's our time to fix him! Archer. Get a man to shoot him! Ratcliffe. Shoot him In his bed, and then he's done for! Martin. Then we'll have things all our o\vn way! POCAHONTAS AND THE DAWN OF OUR NATION 11 Scene 4. Smith in bed, sick. A masked murderer enters the room, raises pistol, aims at sick man, "but his harte did fail him, that should have given fire to that mercilesse pistol." He withdraws. Smith is sleeping", unconscious. Anas Todkill speaks to Smith, as Smith lies in bed. Things are going wrong; we miss you. Ratcliffe and his crew are plotting To accuse you to the Council. Smith. I must leave this place, take passage In a ship, return to England. Here I linger at the mercy Of my foes, who plot against me. Here my wounds grow worse: in England There are surgeons: I must hasten. Scene 5. Ratcliffe, Martin and Archer. Ratcliffe. Yes, he's gone! sailed off for England! Now we'll have things all our own way! No more Captain Smith to hinder! Martin. We'll bring charges to the Council! Archer. Yes, we'll swear he tried to starve us, Whipped us, poisoned us with rat's bane! Ratcliffe. I'll declare he would have married Pocahontas, so be emperor Of Virginia when her father Died — he's getting old and feeble! Scene 6. In the Forest. Nantasquawis and Pocahontas. Pocahontas. Tell me, Nantasquawis, tell me! Have you seen the good White Father? Have you heard — are there no tidings? Nantasquawis. No, for long I have not been him. I have heard — Pocahontas. What heard you? Tell me! Nantasquawis. I have heard that he has perished. Wounded, sick — no one has seen him For so long — he must have perished! Pocahontas. What! My friend, the good White Father! Wounded, sick, and — dead!— I saved him Once — I brought him bread when hun- gry- I have warned him when my father Sought to kill him in his fury. Nantasquawis. Hush! Our father now is angry. He is plotting hourly, daily, How to strike the fort at Nonsuch. Will you v/arn them too — those White Men? Pocahontas, No, I do not trust those White Men In the new-built fort at Nonsuch. They have robbed and hurt our people. Scene 7. Later, after the attack on Nonsuch. Powhatan slew Ratcliffe and thirty white men, off their guard. Nantasquawis. (To Pocahontas.) Bloody times are here! Our father By his cunning has outwitted Ratcliffe and his men at Nonsuch — Thirty of them, in his fury. He has slain. The rest are hidden. Starving in the woods. I have one In safe keeping — Henry Spilman, He who knows our Indian language. He is safe. How can we save him From the fury of our father? Pocahontas. I will save him. I will take him With me through the forest pathways To the King of Patawomeck. Nantasquawis. Do so! I will bring him to you. It is time you too were hiding From the storm of wrath that's raging. Flee in time; you are in danger! I will bring you on your journey. ACT III. Pocahontas in Captivity. Scene on the Patawomeck (Pato- mac) River. Japazaws, the king of Patawomeck, and his squaw. Poca- hontas is on a visit to them, perhaps avoiding her father's fury. Captain Argall is captain of a sailing vessel on the river. He plots with Japazaws and ^^•i{e to betray Pocahontas to him. 12 POCAHONTAS AND THE DAWN OF OUR NATION 1 Japazaws. Hey! hey! Squaw, do what I tell you! Captain Argall on the river Has a kettle, copper kettle For us, if — if we deliver Pocahontas to him, captive! Talk to her, persuade her slyly To go with us to a banquet On the ship of Captain Argall. What, you won't, you stubborn woman! Here! I'll teach you how to mind me! (Beats her.) 2 Japazaws' Squaw to Pocahontas. Come with us, O Pocahontas! We are going to a banquet On the ship of Captain Argall. He will show you all the wonders Of the White Man's ships, his sailing; He will give us gifts — Come with us! 3 Pocahontas. No, I fear to trust this Captain! No, I fear him and his banquet! Who can tell where plots are hidden! I have left my father's wigwam, I have lost my friend, the Captain Of the White Man's fort at James- town, Him I trusted, trusted wholly; But I do not trust this Captain! 4 Japazaws' Squaw. Come, I need a woman with me, Some one who will stay beside me. Keep me company — How can I Go alone, the only woman At the feast! Come, none will harm you. And the banquet — that will please you! 5 Pocahontas. Yes, I know, a White Man's banquet! But, I fear, if Pocahontas, Daughter of Virginia's Emperor, Went on board a ship — 6 Squaw. None know you. Here the White Men will not know you. In the land of Patawomeck. 7 Pocahontas. I will go. They will not know me. I will go, and — taste this banquet! (Rather dubious.) 8 Japazaws and Squaw. Jubilant, dancing about. She's coming! Hi! hi! She's coming! she's ours! Ho! ho! for a feast And — the kettle is ours! 9 Scene on shipboard. A Supper. Captain Argall, Japazaws and Squaw, Pocahontas, Dumb show. Japazaws treads on Captain Argall's foot under the table, to remind him of the bar- gain, — significant glances, not seen by Pocahontas. Pocahontas retires early. Captain Argall gives toys and baubles to Japazaws and wife. 10 Pocahontas. Next morning, on ship. Day breaks — I must away! Day breaks — I cannot stay! I fear some danger lurking near! My heart cannot shake off its fear! Come friends, no longer stay! Day breaks — I must away! 11 Captain Argall. Farewell, good brother Japazaws! Farewell, farewell, O best of squaws! (To Jap's wife.) Farewell, if you must go. Let me these gifts bestow. (Gives them the copper kettle and other things. They dance around with delight.) (To Pocahontas.) But stay! my Indian maid! The Powhatan's dear child! My plans too well are laid: Nay, do not be so wild! I know you — no disguise Can hide you from my eyes! My prisoner you stay! You cannot go today — My noble hostage you shall be Till Powhatan sets our men free! No harm shall you befall. With us you stay in thrall. Till Powhatan pays all! (Pocahontas is struck dumb with horror, wrings her hands, looks dag- gers at Argall, bows her head, is led away.) 12 Japazaws and Squaw, gloating over their kettle and gifts, pretend surprise at the arrest of Pocahontas. They sing — O what a shame, a shame! To take our guest and friend! Don't put on us the blame! (To Pocahontas.) So banquets sometimes end! (They leave the ship with their ket- tle, waving "Goodbye!") 13 Scene on Ship's Deck (or cabin). Pocahontas with bowed head, over- come with grief. POCAHONTAS AND THE DAWN OF OUR NATION 13 Chorus of Singers is heard. Grieve, grieve, true heart! Thy fate now makes thee sad. Bereft of all thou art, Of all that makes thee glad! Friends, kinsmen — none are near! No one to calm thy fear! Grieve, grieve alone, true heart! Thy fate now makes thee sad! Yet do not all despair! There is a seeing eye That marks thee grieving there; A new life draweth nigh! New friends, new kith and kin Thy noble heart shall win: do not all despair! A new life draweth nigh! Basely betrayed by those Who have no eyes to see; Their cruel, stunning blows Have grieved thee bitterly! Betrayed, yet chosen, thou! New pathways open now! Basely betrayed by those Who have no eyes to see! 14 John Rolfe, who sees Pocahontas grieving in captivity at Jamestown. Lo! the Indian maiden, grieving. Sad that she no more can be Free, as erst, her wigwam leaving. With the dawn to wander free! She vvhose wont it was from childhood Through the forest glades to roam, She who loved the tangled wildwood, Mid the wild flowers made her •home! Now within the White Man's dwelling She beholds his alien ways, And her heart with grief is swelling As she thinks of other days. 1 will ease her sorrow, telling Of the faith that cheers the heart; All her gloomy fears dispelling By the light new hopes impart. Light of wisdom, light of letters. These shall fill her heart with cheer; These shall break the pagan fetters That have bound her many a year. 15 Chorus. Wilt thou teach the Indian maiden. Downcast though she now may be? Have a care, lest, fetter-laden. Thou, in turn, the captive be! Pocahontas! Pocahontas! Laughing Water! Laughing Water! Pocahontas, loved of many. In thy coat of tawny doeskin With its fringe of many colors, — In thy cap a snowy feather! Pocahontas! Pocahontas! Like the red rose in the garden! Like a sylvan spirit, charming In thy youthful strength and beauty! Pocahontas! Pocahontas! Pocahontas! Pocahontas! (The music dying away at the last.) 16 Rolfe, addressing Pocahontas. Let me show you how my people Talk by writing, — so! Now copy What I write — -well done! — Your people Live by hunting in the forest: Do they prosper, in their wigwams? 17 Pocahontas. Yes, my people in the forest Have their way to thrive and prosper; But you live in better houses. And your warriors with fire-sticks Could defend our land and help us When the Red Men from the Nortlv land Come to slay us and destroy us. We, in turn, could help your people When they perish here from hunger. Ere they learn the ways of living From the stream and from the corn- field. We could help you; you could help us: Why not learn to help each other? Exit Pocahontas. 18 Rolfe to Whitaker, the Puritan Missionary. Oh, this Indian maiden fills me With despair; she charms me, lures me By her modesty; she thrills me With desire; her look assures me Of her heart; her noble spirit Draws me, charms me, till I fear it! Shall I wed this dark-eyed pagan? Wed this wild thing from the forest ?- I, a gentleman of England? I, a soberminded Christian? Tell me, you who know her better. Is it fitting? Is she worthy? 19 Whitaker. She is worthy, she is queenly In her own right as a woman; But, I fear, when she is ransomed, — If the Powhatan, her father, Ever pays his daughter's ransom- She will then go back and perish 14 POCAHONTAS AND THE DAWN OF OUR NATION In her forest life, a pagan! From that darkness who can save her? Exeunt. 20 Rolfe, addressing Governor Dale (at Governor's house). Friend and Counselor, now guide me By thy counsel — I am troubled! For this Indian maiden haunts me, Day and night her image haunts me! Shall I make her mine and save her, Save her from her pagan darkness. Save her soul for God's true glory? For my thoughts are ever to her. And long time have been entangled And enthralled in such a laborinth That I never can unwind them. Therefore, noble friend and father. Show me how to win this battle. For I come to thee for counsel. 21 Sir Thomas Dale to Rolfe. Here's my hand upon it! Take her! Well it suits my present purpose. With a company of soldiers I will go and see her father. Let him ransom her or give her To the man of her own choosing! Here's my hand upon it — -take her! But — first see if she will have thee! 22. Rolfe to Pocahontas, at Lessons. Books, etc., on table. The lesson now is done. — Now tell me true: A prisoner here you stay Until the fateful day When ransomed: — tell me, then what will you do? Will you return into the wildwood then, There at your father's side. With him henceforth abide? Will you then leave us, ne'er to come again? 23 Pocahontas. I will not leave you so! O ask me not To give up all that I Have learned to love! — To die Were better far for me! — O ask me not! My father though he be, I trust him not. He rules by fear alone, I hear his victims moan! My father though he be, I trust him not! 24 Rolfe. Wilt thou then stay and be my own, my bride? Thou knowest my lonely life: Stand by me in the strife. And to this heart thy heart's true love confide! 25 Pocahontas. If I may help thee — take me to thy side! Thy kindness made me glad When I with grief was sad: I know thy heart — and I will be thy bride! 26 Scene: The Baptism of Pocahon- tas. Church at Jamestown. At the font of cedar. Baptism done in dumb show. Parson Whitaker, the Puritan Missionary. The Prince of Peace, Whose messenger am I, Bids warfare cease- -- His kingdom draweth nigh. Thee, his true child, By faithless traitors sold, From forests wild He gathers to his fold. An ancient name, Rebecca, shall be thine, Be this thy fame — To bind — be thou a sign! (gesture) A sign of peace Where warfare erst was rife; Let hatred cease. Be thou the end of strife! (Baptism performed.) 27 Chorus of Men. Sir Thomas Dale's Soldiers. At the river, embark- ing on ship armed. Jamestown. Make ready there! Cast off! In order stand! Now, up the river where the Pow- hatan Dwells in the woods, his warriors at hand! To Powhatan we go, to Powhatan! We'll seek him out, and bring his cap- tive child. And ask an answer, be it rude or mild! Scene — A skirmish with Indians, who hide behind trees on bank of river, and shoot arrows at ship.wound- ing one man. The White Men fire guns. Indians disperse. 28 Scene at Court of Powhatan, up the river: Village of Matchot. White Men and Pocahontas have landed. Pocahontas and Rolfe meet her brother, Nantasquawis. Nantasquawis. Can this be my long lost sister? Are you well ? Has any harmed you ? POCAHONTAS AND THE DAWN OF OUR NATION If Pocahontas. Glad am I to meet my brother, My own brother, Nantasquawis! I am well. No one has harmed me. I have lived among the White Men And I know their ways and customs. I have learned of the Good Spirit Whom they worship. I have chosen Their God for my God. Nantasquawis. And will you Now return and dwell among us ? Pocahontas. No, for I have found a lover, I have found a Pale Face lover. There he stands. And he has taught me Of his God and of his wisdom. He has asked and I have promised. Go now quickly. Tell my father! 29 Nantasquawis to Powhatan. I have seen my long lost sister. She is well and none has harmed her. She has lived among the White Men And has learned their ways and cus- toms, Learned their thoughts and how they worship. She has found a Pale Face lover. He is here. What says her father? 30 Powhatan. Has she truly found a lover? Do not tarry, let her marry! This shall settle all our troubles! Make a mighty feast in honor Of the marriage of my daughter! In ten days shall be the wedding! This shall settle all our troubles! But first let me see my daughter And the lover of her choosing! (They are brought to him.) 31 Powhatan to Pocahontas. Daughter mine! How changed! Em- brace me! What is this I hear? — a lover? Lovers cost far less than ransom! Pocahontas. Here you see the man who asks me To become his bride. What say you? 32 Powhatan to Rolfe. You ask my daughter's hand? Take her you shall and may! Too long she plagues my land! Let her with White Men stay! Yes, have the wedding soon! The sooner done the more Content am I — before The changing of the moon! (They hasten away to prepare. All Indians get busy, preparing wedding presents and dressing up. Painting up. Dumb show of all of this.) Rolfe and Pocahontas are seen in dumb show, well pleased at this turn of events. ACT IV. The Wedding. In the church at Jamestown. Pres- ent: Gov. Dale, Parsons Whitaker and Buck, (an Oxford graduate.) The Governor's staff, men at arms (old style dress &c). Settlers. Women. Indians come in single file, in Indian costume, bringing gifts, venison, moc- casins, garments, head-dress, any- thing. Opechamo, uncle of Pocahon- tas; her brother, Nantasquawis, and others. Powhatan will not come. Won't trust himself in the White Man's fort. Episcopal service. 1 Chorus of Indian Maidens march -ing in, before the bride. The bride comes in on the arm of her uncle, Ope- chamo, the Indians following. See de- scription of her dress, etc., in the his- tory. Rolfe comes in with Sir Thomas Dale and others. For dress, see his- tory and picture of wedding. This scene makes a grand pageant, mostly dumb show. Chorus before the ceremony. Now fare thee well, sweet Bride! Now fare thee well! Thy lover at thy side. Shall grief dispel! Yet do not all forget The friends who love thee yet, Who bring thee gifts and strow These flowers to let thee know They love thee, love thee yet — They love thee yet! Bright be the path that, fair, Before thee leads; May Heaven with bliss repair Each wound that bleeds! May gladness heal each pain! May joy smile not in vain! Heaven meet thy every need, Where'er thy way may lead! May joy smile not in vain — Smile not in vain — in vain! Scene. The minister, in dumb show, joins the hands of the bride and groom, gives the ring, and indicates 16 POCAHONTAS AND THE DAWN OF OUR NATION the final prayer by raising his hand, while all bow heads. 2 Chorus, as they march out of church. Now let all warfare cease! Heaven bless our land with peace! May this true bond of love, An omen from above, Bring in good will again, And firmly bind. As of one mind, The hearts of all good men! As brothers may we dwell. And love each other well! Join hand in friendly hand. Obey Heaven's high command; A covenant renew. While stars and sun Their courses run. Be to each other true! 3 A Peace Council of Indians and White Men. These are the Chickahamania In- dians^ who have heard of the famous wedding, and wish to share the terms of peace. Governor Dale, Indian Chiefs, and Indian men, women and children. Cap- tain Argall with fifty soldiers. All seated in a circle. Pipe of Peace. Work out ceremony in detail from the original narrative. Indian Chief, acting as spokesman for the tribe. Father of the White Men, greeting! Greeting to our friends, the White Men! We have called you to this council, Seeking peace and friendship only. May the marriage of the Princess Pocahontas be an omen. May it be a bond of friendship! 4 Dale. Brothers from the streams and forests Of this western land, we greet you! We accept your proffered friendship. Let us live in peace and friendship, Each defend and help the other By the terms of this our treaty. (Omit the terms of treaty, for brev- ity. Have some one stand up with document and make dumb show of reading &c. See original narratives. 5 Speech by an old Indian Orator, who rises and repeats in the Indian language the terms of the treaty, with great emphasis, and admonishes old and young that they must keep the terms of the treaty. (Old Indian, in conclusion.) Hear ye all and keep this treaty As your life! All shout approval! 6 (In Chorus, all Indians shout approval of treaty.) We will! we will! we will! As an interlude between Act IV. and Act V., Pocahontas may be shown, in dumb show, at her home. Little Tommy Rolfe may be shown in the cradle or wrapped up, Indian fashion, and carried on his mothers back or hung up on the branch of a tree or some convenient place, while his mother attends to other things. This child was the first boy in marriage by an Englishman born in the terri- tory of the United States, so far as history recordeth. Our "first Ameri- can Boy." ACT V. In England. 1 Scene at Plymouth. Sir Thomas Dale, Rolfe, his wife, the Lady Re- becca, (and little Tommy Rolfe), dis- embark and go through the street. Uttamattomakkin is an old Indian whom Powhatan has sent over to ac- company his daughter and count the White Men, to see how many more of them there are. He keeps tally by making notches on tally sticks. He may have made one notch for ten or more people. Chorus of Boys in the street, following Uttamattomakkin. Who are these from o'er the water? See the Red Man! See the Red Man! See his moccasins of buckskin! See the funny sticks he carries! Look! He's counting, counting, count- ing! Making notches, notches, notches! Counting you and me by notches! Look! He's counting, counting, count- ing! Exeunt. 2 Lord Delaware to Lady Delaware, in their home. The Indian Princess has arrived at last. The child of Powhatan, in wigwams bred; What shall be done to bind her fealty fast? How introduce her to great Eng- land's head? POCAHONTAS AND THE DAWN OF OUR NATION 17 How give her welcome due before the Queen ? Who shall prepare the actors for the scene ? She must be treated as a Princess bom, With courtly honors and without delay; Let her not dream of any public scorn Or slight being put on one from far away. The Queen must first her worth and goodness know — Who shall this favor to our Princess show? 3 Lady Delaware. A woman's heart may oft divine a way To smooth the path where ceremon- ies rule; When man's blunt sense and wisdom go astray, She takes the lead in Madame Grun- dy's school: I will instruct your Prijicess in our speech. And in our courtly ways and customs each. But, for the Queen to know her his- tory,— Who is so apt to move the royal heart As Captain Smith — he'll through the millstone see. And win the Queen by honesty's fine art: Go thou, my liege, without delay to him; He knows the way to rule a monarch's whim. 4 Lord Delaware to Lady Delaware. Ay, that I will! Adieu! I'll find him out! He wins all hearts, if all I hear be true. He shall in this dilemma be a scout, And see our Nonparella safely through : Here man avails, nor can you say me nay! I'll seek him out, and that without delay! 5 Lord Delaware to Captain Smith, at Smith's house. Good cheer, old friend! I seek thy counsel now: One thou once knew'st has come from over sea; And who can lend a readier hand than thou To do a favor to this friend and me: 'Tis Pocahontas — now thine influence lend! Address the Queen, and my short- comings mend! 6 Capt. John Smith to Lord Delaware. Good friend, thou bidst me, in thy hour of need, Return a favor owed for many a year; This Princess, then a child, by daring deed. Once saved my life — death never seemed so near! I'll think it o'er and straightway see the queen. And win her heart to favor by this scene! 7. An Audience With the Queen. Captain Smith. May I have leave to speak? The need is great! Two worlds upon your gracious will now wait! 8 Queen Anne. Speak on! Two worlds depending on a woman's word! You flatter me! — Your message shall be heard! 9 Captain Smith. The love I bear your Majesty doth so Embolden me that I do venture far Beyond myself in making thee now know What once befell me, 'neath a favor- ing star! Ten years ago it was, ten years ago. When in Virginia I was captive ta'en; Then on a block my head was laid full low. My plea for pardon uttered all in vain. Out ran a child, a girl of tender years, And claimed my life, a much be- grudged boon; Twas her wild cries and piteous looks and tears Snatched me from death, and won me freedom soon. A woman now, and wedded, she is here To view our land and meet your Majesty; O bid her welcome, her heart's love endear. And win a kingdom so, most gra- ciously! 10 Queen Anne. It shall be done! I will receive this child 18 POCAHONTAS AND THE DAWN OF OUR NATION Of the far western wilds, and honor due Shall be bestowed to bid lit-r welcome here. 11 Scene in the Streets of London. Uttamattomakkin in the streets with his tally sticks. He makes notches, looking wildly about. He runs into a crowd of people coming around a cor- ner, and throws away his sticks in despair. Gives it up. (authentic). He asks to see the English God. People laugh at him. Crowds gather, Uttamattomakkin. Must I count them?-all these people? Coming, going! going, coming! More are coming every minute! All my sticks are full of notches! There's another! Notch him! notch him! Here's a whole tribe round the corner! No, I cannot count these people! Tally sticks no good! I throw them All away! — too many people! (He speaks to a man.) White Man, tell me where your God is! I have come to see your people. Come to see your king, and — tell me! Where your God is — I would see him! (A crowd gathers. People laugh at him. Captain Smith comes along. He takes Uttamattomakkin kindly by the arm and leads him away. He points upward to the sky. Says— 12 Smith. God is there! No man may see him. None may make an image of him, Like the 0-KE in the forest; For he is an unseen Spirit; In our hearts we find his image — In the hearts of those who love him. Exeunt. 13 Scene at Branford. Smith visits Rolfe and Lady Rebecca, as they call Pocahontas in England. She sup- posed that he had long been dead. She is much overcome at the sight of him. For dramatic purposes Smith is here made to say what he really thought on that occasion. It is re- corded in his history. The speech of Pocahontas is based upon hor historic words and is of great dramatic value, as expressing her force of character. 13 Captain Smith to Pocahontas. Lady Rebecca, Princess of the line Of Powhatan, great Emperor of the West, Our King is jealous of the royal name. It is his will thit ceremonious state And honor should attend it. Common men Must do obeisance when a Prince draws nigh. Princess, I called you "Daughter" in those days. When, as a child, you learned of me, and when You brought me corn and bread lest I should starve; But here, in England, I am but a man Of common rank— and you take rank with kings. 14 Pocahontas becomes silent and remains so for the space of "three hours," as Smith tells it in his history. (Here indicated by a sufficient space of time.) Then she breaks silence and speaks impetuously. Pocahontas. I called you "Father" in my native wilds. When first you spread before my wondering eyes Fair visions of a new, a better world — A new world of the spirit and the mind! I saved your life, but you inspired my soul With a new life! I gave you corn and bread; You fed my hungry heart with sv/eet- er food. The bread of hope. In you I saw a man Who gloried not in bloodshed, but in truth. Strong in the spirit; prisoner, yet free! More free than his rude captors, who could not With all their savage arts affright his soul. And say vou now I dare not call you still By that same name of "Father" as of old? I tell you then, I will! and you shall still, Still call me "Daughter" — I will have it so! I know my ground! No king shall blind my eyes. I will decide my duty for myself, As I did then when I delivered you From my own father and his warriors ail. POCAHONTAS AND THE DAWN OF OUR NATION 19 15 The Court Scene. Presentation of Lady Rebecca. A pageant. Queen Anne, King James, courtiers, Lord Delaware, Lady Delaware, Rolfe, Ut- tamattomakkin, (authentic), and Cap- tain John Smith. Mostly in dumb show. Everything has been explained before this. The main thing is the pageant and the final v.'ord. Lady Delaware, in dumb show, presents Pocahontas to the Queen. Queen Anne's Greeting. noble heart, from thy far western wild, I bid thee welcome to our English land! A Princess thou, the Powhatan's dear child. Accept this pledge, the Queen of England's hand! May kindness reign between thy land and mine. May warfare cease, may each seek other's weal! 1 bid thee v/elcome — happy years be thine! May peace prolonged our bond of friendship seal! 16 Repeated by Chorus of Courtiers. O noble heart, from thy far western v/ild, We bid thee welcome to our English land! A Princess thou, the Powhatan's dear child. Accept this pledge, the Queen of England's hand! May kindness long about our banners twine! May warfare cease, may each seek other's weal! We bid thee welcome, happy years be thine! May peace prolonged our bond of friendship seal! 17 Lord Delaware at the house of Captain Smith. (His hired house.) Lord Delaware. Captain, what cheer today? How goes the world? Smith. It goes — as this world goes, my friend, a- wry! Full of uncertainty, past finding out! Man strives, is baffled! Faces sudden death — Is saved! Or, in the very bloom of youth Sees life before him — sudden is cut down! A higher plan than ours must be at work Where our plans fail! Delaware. Ah, you are sad at heart: We all are sad. Our Indian Princess gone — Taken so suddenly when on the way To her old home: her husband and her child Left mourning her decease! Smith. We ne'er can tell The day, the hour! How often has grim death Claimed me for his; yet I escaped his clutch And live until this moment. She once saved My head, embracing it upon the block: But her I could not save. Her work was done; Mine lingers on, for I still face the task Of planting a New World beyond the sea. Glorious America glorious America, land of the West, Where the sun shines on freemen so favored and blest. Where floats our bright banner so fair in the sky, — Men flock to that standard from far and from nigh. Prom lands in the Old World, across the wide sea, They come to this new land, America free! And they find here a homeland where Hope hallows home, O where is home sweeter beneath heaven's dome? CHORUS Then up with our banner! The Star- spangled Banner! The flag that floats free o'er this land in the West! Then up with our Banner! The Star- spangled Banner! The flag of our homeland, the land we love best! O glorious America! long may we see Thy banner wave over the homes of the free, And may thy fair emblem of hearts staunch and true Be aye held in honor— the Red, White and Blue! May justice be ever the portion of all Who rally around it at Liberty's call; May goodness and mercy and bless- ings untold Shine forth like the sun from our flag's every fold! LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 014 367 109 4 DOVER HISTORY By Charles D. Piatt. Size 71/2x101/2. Pages, 190. Cloth. Price $2.00. This is a special limited edition of matter contributed to The History of Morris County, recently published by The Lewis Historical Publishing Company of New York. This special edition of 460 copies contains some additional reading matter and twice as many illus- trations. This bock has been largely written by Dover people and the ladies have done their share of it. 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