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    Captain Smyth introduced me to a young Natural man named Pungo. His family group lived in a small glade not far from the fort. I was invited to live with them and learn their ways. They constructed their huts with a framework of branches overlaid with woven mats. Pungo’s core family of wife, two boys, and several older people slept along the sides. Some people kept coming and going during the day. I didn’t know all their relations to Pungo.
    Pungo’s grasp of English served to help me learn their language, and of course I improved his English. Pungo also taught me the Indian ways of quietly sneaking up on prey. To improve our ability to move soundlessly through the forest, we took turns trailing each other.
    The Naturals wore little in the way of clothing. For the most part, a kind of a leather apron covered their privates. The women went about bare breasted. I found that very disconcerting. I tried not to stare.
    Among those coming and going was a young girl, perhaps of fifteen years or so. She could always upset my concentration. One day Pungo noticed the physical effect she was having on me, He laughed, and pointed at the swelling in my breeches. He jerked his thumb toward the girl sitting on the other side of the room. “No, no. You no can do. Chief’s daughter, Ma-to-aka. You no touch. I have way. You come with me.”
    I followed Pungo a little distance away to a corn field, where three people pulled up weeds. He took a short young woman by the arm, and led her to the edge of the woods. The way he manhandled her, and from the skimpy ragged apron she wore, I suspected she was either a prisoner or a slave. Pungo spoke to her in words I didn’t understand. She cringed, silently lay down on her back and lifted her apron. Pungo said, “Now you can do.”
    Unable to remove my eyes from the naked girl’s bush, I said, “Hoy, Pungo. I’m not the kind of chap what uses a gal against her will…very often…”
    Pungo shrugged. “You can do. She want. You give her gift.”
    “Why is she weeping then?”
    “She not see white man’s stallion, you call it. She think you break her. Give her monster baby.”
    My conscienceless stallion overcame my dismay at the amount of dirt on her and mounted an attack which soon pleased her. She stopped crying. From her active participation,   I was not sundering a maidenhead. I was amazed she had enough strength to wrap   her legs around me and pump her hips. From her “ Unhhh, oh oh Unhhh! ” cries of pleasure, I ‘spect   she   got over her fear of delivering   a ‘Squire’ sized child. When I got up she lay there quivering . Then after she pushed herself up, she put   her hand out to me.
    “What should I give her?” Pungo shrugged.
    She kept looking at my head, so I unwrapped the kerchief I wore around my brow and gave it to her. She grabbed it and ran back into the cornfield. I hoped the pox had not arrived in the new world. “Who is she?”
    “She prisoner. We capture her from Payankatanks.   She must work. Must satisfy warriors.”
    She was so scrawny I doubted she got much to eat. We knew the Spaniards made slaves of some of their prisoners, but I was surprised at the way this girl was treated by other Naturals. Thinking about her situation, and my less than gallant behavior, I asked Pungo if I could buy her. I intended to set her free. A slave would not be welcome in Jamestown. “No. You can not do. She belong to Chief’s son. He not let go.”
    “He probably has a price. Why don’t you ask him what he would trade for her?”  
    I began swimming in the James and soon developed a good suntan. One day as I headed back towards the dock, the lookout shouted, “Squire Allen! There’s someone following you. He came from the other side.”
    Tuning my head I couldn’t see the other person so I surged to shore. The swimmer floated a bit, then swam diagonally to the south. Obviously tiring, the swimmer came ashore near the end of   Jamestown