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my plan for us to sing a welcoming song and then dance for the Tassantassuk. I could already see in my mind how pleased their strange, hairy faces would be as they saw and heard us emerging from the forest. It would be such fun!
    However, as I stood there, the pleased center of attention, someone scratched on the door and then politely cleared his throat.
    "
Aho.
You may enter," Green Reed called out.
    A head topped by a headdress of hawk feathers and weasel tails appeared under the doorway. The many earrings of copper that dangled from the lobes of both ears clinked together as that person raised his head. The lined and weathered face beneath the headdress was one I knew well. It was Rawhunt. He looked at me, spread his hands, and then brought them down toward the earth. I smiled, even though the paint on my face made it difficult to do so. He was telling me how grateful he
was to have been given this glimpse of my beauty. Rawhunt is the perfect emissary. He always knows the right thing to say or do. Although his body has been twisted by his years, he is my father's favorite messenger and a trusted adviser. I was pleased to see him this morning, for it was Rawhunt I wished to accompany me when I visited the new Coatmen. When the Tassantassuk came out to welcome us and praise our singing and dancing and give us presents, Rawhunt could speak for us—and also help carry back whatever gifts we received.
    "Amonute," Rawhunt said, speaking my formal name. "Amonute." It was another way of telling me how grand I looked, while also giving me the honor I deserved as my father's daughter.
    "Rawhunt," I replied. "It is good to see you are well. I give thanks to Ahone."
    "It is good to see that you are well also, good to see," Rawhunt said.
    "Are you ready for our journey?" I said.
    Rawhunt did not answer quickly. He is careful with his words. He often repeats them, as if enjoying to hear their sound. Much as he likes his own words, though, he likes silence just as well. He began to study the palm of his left hand, as if he had found something interesting there that needed all of his attention. I became suspicious.
    "Rawhunt," I said, "what has my father sent you to tell me?"
    "
Waugh,
" Rawhunt said. "I am amazed, amazed. How is it that you know your father has sent me to tell you something?"
    "Just tell me," I said. I was impatient and not pleased at what I thought I was about to hear.
    "Amonute," Rawhunt said, his eyes now on the wall of the lodge, "your father, your father says that perhaps, perhaps this is not the right time for you to visit the Tassantassuk. He has decided that first, first we must see what kind of warriors they are."

4. JOHN SMITH: Ashore
The six and twentieth day of April, about four o'clock in the morning, we descried the land of Virginia; the same day we ent'red into the Bay of Cheupioc directly without any let or hindrance, there we landed and discovered a little way, but we could find nothing worth the speaking of but fair meadows and goodly tall trees, with such fresh waters running through the woods as I was almost ravished at the first sight thereof.
    â€” FROM O BSERVATIONS GATHERED OUT OF
A DISCOURSE OF THE PLANTATION OF THE SOUTHERN COLONY
IN V IRGINIA BY THE E NGLISH , 1606.
W RITTEN BY THAT HONORABLE GENTLEMAN,
M ASTER G EORGE P ERCY.
    APRIL 22nd– APRIL 26 TH , 1607
    W E PASSED, ON THE twenty-second of April, through a storm so great that it seemed the ocean was one great mouth and all our small fleet would be swallowed up. At last it passed, but it was with tattered sails and great misgiving that we continued on our way, fearing we were lost and our destination would ne'er be reached. Aboard the
Discovery,
Captain Ratliffe urged that our fleet should turn, like whipped curs with our tails between our legs, and flee back toward the safety of England.
    "We are near," Captain Newport assured those of faint hearts, yet he knew that we must soon make land or all would be lost indeed. He