Mary Cowden Clarke, Pocahontas, 1883
There was once a very brave man whose name was John Smith. He came tothis country many years ago, when there were great woods everywhere,and many wild beasts and Indians. Many tales are told of hisad-ven-tures, some of them true and some of them untrue. The mostfamous of all these is the fol-low-ing:--One day when Smith was in the woods, some Indians came upon him, andmade him their pris-on-er. They led him to their king, and in a shorttime they made ready to put him to death.A large stone was brought in, and Smith was made to lie down with hishead on it. Then two tall Indians with big clubs in their hands cameforward. The king and all his great men stood around to see. TheIndians raised their clubs. In another moment they would fall onSmith's head.But just then a little Indian girl rushed in. She was the daugh-ter ofthe king, and her name was Po-ca-hon´tas. She ran and threw herselfbetween Smith and the up-lift-ed clubs. She clasped Smith's head withher arms. She laid her own head upon his."O father!" she cried, "spare this man's life. I am sure he has doneyou no harm, and we ought to be his friends."The men with the clubs could not strike, for they did not want to hurtthe child. The king at first did not know what to do. Then he spoke tosome of his war-riors, and they lifted Smith from the ground. Theyuntied the cords from his wrists and feet, and set him free.The next day the king sent Smith home; and several Indians went withhim to protect him from harm.After that, as long as she lived, Po-ca-hon-tas was the friend of thewhite men, and she did a great many things to help them.
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