A great fear came upon all, save that my master held his head as
high as ever, and went here and there with Master Hunt to do what
he might toward soothing the sick and comforting the dying.
It was on the twentieth day of August when Captain Bartholomew
Gosnold, one of the Council, died, and then Master Wingfield forgot
all else save his own safety. More than one in our village declared
that he was making ready the pinnace that he might run away from
us, as if the Angel of Death could be escaped from by flight.
It was starvation brought about by sheer neglect, together with
lying upon the bare ground and drinking of the river water, which
by this time was very muddy, that had brought us to such a pass.
Save for the king, Powhatan, and some few of the other savages in
authority, we must all have died; but when there were only five in
all our company able to stand without aid, God touched the hearts
of these Indians. They, who had lately been trying to kill us,
suddenly came to do what they might toward saving our lives after
a full half of the company were in the grave.
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