The first who went out from among us, was John Asbie, on the sixth of
August. Three days later George Flowers followed him. On the tenth of
the same month William Bruster, one of the gentlemen, died of a wound
given by the savages while he was searching for gold, and two others
laid down their lives within the next eight and forty hours.
Then the deaths came rapidly, gentlemen as well as serving men or
laborers, until near eighty of our company were either in the grave, or
unable to move out of such shelters as served as houses.
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.
They brought food such as was needed to nourish us, and within a short
time the greater number of us who were left alive, could go about, but
only with difficulty. It was a time of terror, of suffering, and of
close acquaintance with death such as I cannot set down in words, for
even at this late day the thought of what we then endured chills my
heart.
When we had been restored to health and strength, and were no longer
hungry, thanks to those who had been our bitter enemies, the chief men
of the village began to realize that my master had not only given good
advice on all occasions, but stood among them bravely when the President
of the Council was making preparations to run away.