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Identifier: whitedoefateofvi00cott (find matches)
Title: The white doe; the fate of Virginia Dare; an Indian legend
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Cotten, Sallie Southall
Subjects: Dare, Virginia, b. 1587 Indians of North America
Publisher: Philadelphia, J.B. Lippincott Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation
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the pipe of friendship,Took their God to be his Father ;Took upon his swarthy foreheadTheir strange emblem of salvation,*Emblem of the One Great Spirit,Father of all tribes and nations. * See Appendix, Note f.3 34 THE REFUGEES Man-te-o, the friend and brother,Bade them fear the false Wan-ches-e,And the Weroance Win-gin-a,Whose hearts burned with bitter hatredFor the men they feared in combat,For the strangers who defied them. fc> When the Pale-Face, weak and hungry,Feeble from continued labor,Shivered in the blasts of winterWhich blew cold across the water,Then Wan-ches-e planned their ruin,With Win-gin-a sought to slay them. To the isle of Ro-a-no-ak,Where the Pale-Face slept unguarded,Sped the swift canoes of Red Men,Gliding through the silent shadows.As the sky grew red with dawning,*While they dreamed of home and kindred,Suddenly with whoop of murderWily Indians swarmed around them. Skill of Pale-Face, craft of Red Man,Met in fierce, determined battle ; * See Appendix, Note m.
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Man-te-o, a chiefe lorde of Roanoak THE REFUGEES 35 While within the Fort called RaleghMany arrows fell, like raindrops.Arrows tipped with serpents poison,Arrows tipped with blazing rosin,Winged with savage thirst for murder,Aimed with cruel skill to torture.Threatened by the blazing roof-treeThen the Pale-Face crouched in terror ;Saw the folly of resistance,Feared his doom, and fled for safety. Man-te-o, alert for danger,From afar saw signs of conflict;Saw the waves of smoke ascendingHeavenward, like prayers for rescue.Swift, with boats and trusty warriors,Crossed he then to Ro-a-no-ak ;Strong to help his Pale-Face brothers,Faithful to his friendly pledges. As the daylight slowly faded,Hopeless of the bloody struggle,Stealthily the Pale-Face warriorsFled with Man-te-os brave people.Left they then the Fort called Ralegh,Left the dead within its stockade ; 36 THE REFUGEES Sought another island refuge,Hoping there to rest in safety. Man-te-o sought for the mother,*She with babe there bo
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