Newport, better versed in ways of England's Court

Newport, better versed in ways of England's Court, Less enthused with spirit of adventure, said, "It were wiser name yon city-in-the-wilds For some Earl or Duke in royal favor high, Who might coffers pinch and weighty influence lend To the furtherance of those dreams that grip the brain Of the Company's substitute, Sir President." 'Neath the shadowy willows did they moor the barge, Stopped ashore, the captains and their followers. In his wigwam Powhatan received in state August visitors, inquiring errand there. When they told him England's monarch wished him crowned "Emperor Powhatan," had presents sent forsooth, Indian chieftain stood erect in proud disdain, "I am king" his look, his manner plainly said, "King of people who are natives in this land White Man covets—mine the power to give or keep."

"'Tis but token of our love for you," said Smith, While unfolding, spreading wide the scarlet robe. "Look! this mantle sent to please your Royal Highness, This, the golden crown to place upon your head When it suits your pleasure, mighty Werowance, Wilt not take the gift of love from me, your 'son,' Whom from death you saved—you and Princess brave? Pocahontas, too, we have remembered well— See this coral necklace with her name engraved."

Nearer drew the forest monarch, visage brightening As upon the gorgeous robe he fixed his gaze, And with eager fingers felt the texture soft. Glittering crown he lifted (it was burnished brass!), Eyed with keen approval, nodding his assent. Newport tried to make the Werowance kneel—in vain! Indian will not bow, he lowering frowns instead, Until Pocahontas, gliding forth, did place Hand upon her sire's arm, and whisper low Words none other heard but Wahunsunakok— Smiled the haughty warrior then and slowly knelt, While they put on him the royal robe and crown, Princess deftly slipped from place the Indian mantle, Raccoon skin, with tails for fringe, exchange of gifts Which it pleased him to bestow on Brother King As a token of his favor and esteem.

Smith with outstretched hands and words of gratitude, Called to him the maiden, she but shyly came, Spoke in broken English words she knew—"My Father!" While he named her tenderly, "My dearest child," Gently clasped around her neck the coral chain, Leading her to Newport, and in louder tones: "Captain, this the maid who risked her life for mine." Gallantly the Captain bowed and kissed the hand Of the Princess, murmuring praises Pocahontas Understood not fully. Then they bade adieu, Planning to set forth straightway; but Powhatan Urged them to remain until the morn and feast, Smoke the pipe of peace before they sailed away.