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1.The Wagon to Longpuddle
It is a Saturday afternoon in autumn, in the High Street of a well-known town. 
A large carrier's wagon stands outside the Town Hall, 
and the horses wait quietly, eating from their nose-bags. 
On the side of the wagon, in large yellow letters, are the words, ‘BURTHEN, CARRIER TO LONGPUDDLE.’
It is now half-past three by the clock on the Town Hall, and the wagon will leave at four. 
Slowly, people begin to arrive and take their seats. 
First, two women climb up, and then a third, who is the postmistress at Longpuddle. 
At five minutes to four, more people arrive. 
There is Mr Profitt, the schoolteacher, and Christopher Twink, the builder, with his old father. 
Then come a farmer and his wife, and last of all, Mr Flaxton, the church clerk.
By now Burthen, the carrier, is getting the horses ready, and soon he climbs up to the driving seat.
‘Is everybody here?’ he asks the passengers.
The people who are not there do not reply, of course,
and a minute or two later the wagon begins to move along the High Street. 
When it comes to the bridge over the river at the bottom end of the town, the postmistress suddenly calls out to the carrier.
‘Mr Burthen,’ she says. ‘There's a man calling you, over there by the corner. I think he wants you to stop for him.’
Burthen stops the wagon, and waits while the man comes towards them. 
‘Now who's that, then?' he says. ‘That's not a Longpuddle man.’
‘I’ve never seen him before,’ says the schoolteacher. 
Then the stranger arrives. ‘Can you take another passenger for Longpuddle?’ he asks.
‘We can take one more,’ says the carrier. ‘Where are you from, sir? You're not from round here, are you?’
‘I am,’ says the stranger. ‘I was born at Longpuddle, and my father and grandfather before me.’
The postmistress is watching him with interest. ‘Oh!’ she says suddenly. 
‘I know who you are! You're John Lackland's son—he who went to America thirty years ago with his wife and family.’
‘That's right,’ says the stranger, smiling. ‘John Lackland was my father. 
‘And now I've come home to have a look at the old village, and find some old friends. 
‘Are the same families still living there?’
‘Many of them are,’ says the church clerk. ‘Which names do you remember?’
‘There was a boy called Tony Kytes, I remember.’ 
‘Oh yes,’ says the clerk. ‘Tony Kytes is a married man now. Lives over at Mellstock, I think.’
‘And he nearly got married to three women,’ laughs the carrier. 
‘There's a good story about Tony and all his young women.’
‘Tell me about it,’ says John Lackland's son.
And this is the carrier's story.

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7.England
In 1616, Pocahontas, John Rolfe, and their son went to England. 
Ten of her people came too. 
After seven weeks on the ship, they arrived in London.
‘How big London is!’ Pocahontas said. ‘There are hundreds of houses here— and thousands of people!’
London was very noisy and exciting. 
Pocahontas was interested in everything. 
She went into the shops, and looked at the food and the dresses and the books. 
She went up and down the River Thames in a boat, and saw the big houses of rich people. 
Every day, she saw something new and wonderful.
But London was very dirty, too, because there were so many people. 
The river was dirty, and the water was bad. 
Two of Pocahontas' people were ill, and died.
But Pocahontas was happy, and excited. 
Every day she visited big houses and talked to rich and important people. 
Everybody in London wanted to meet her, to talk to her, to be her friend.
The King and Queen of England heard about John Rolfe's wife, the Indian girl from Virginia, and they wanted to meet her, too. 
So one day Pocahontas went to visit King James and Queen Anne. 
They asked her about her father, Powhatan.
‘My father is the King of the Algonquin people,’ she said. ‘He has many men and villages. 
‘But our country is quieter than England. Our people understand the forest and the animals and the rivers. 
‘You can learn from us, and we can learn from you, too. We must be friends.’
‘Of course we must,’ King James said. ‘Jamestown has my name, so I'm very interested in it.’
They talked for some time, and then his wife, Queen Anne, said: 
‘I have a letter about you, Pocahontas. It's from a man called John Smith. 
‘He was your friend, he says, when you were a little girl. Is that true?’
For a second or two Pocahontas could not speak. 
Then she said, ‘A letter from John Smith? But he's dead!’
Queen Anne smiled. ‘Dead? No, he's here in England. Look, here is the letter.’ 
The Queen looked at Pocahontas. ‘What's the matter, my dear? Are you ill?’
‘No, no. I'm all right. I'm very happy.’
But that night, Pocahontas could not sleep. She was very excited. 
John Smith was not dead. He was alive, and in England! But where?
Two days later, John Smith came to see her.
He was older, of course. But she remembered him. 
A little man, not tall, but interesting, exciting, alive. 
He smiled at her, with those beautiful blue eyes. ‘Hello, Pocahontas,’ he said. ‘Do you remember me?’
How could she forget him? She looked at him, but said nothing. 
John Rolfe watched them. ‘It's John Smith, my dear,’ he said. ‘Are you happy to see him?’
But Pocahontas was not happy. ‘No,’ she said. ‘I'm sorry. No.’ 
She looked out of the window, at nothing. She couldn't look at John Smith.
John Rolfe went out, and Smith waited. After a minute he said: ‘You are a wife now, and a mother.’
‘Yes,’ Pocahontas looked at him and tried to smile. 
‘Do I look different?’ he asked. ‘I'm older, I know.’ 
‘No, you don't look different,’ she said. ‘But— why did you go away from Virginia?’
‘I had an accident,’ he said. ‘I was very ill. So I came back to England, and after two years I got better.’
‘In Jamestown they told me you were dead.’[]‘Dead? No, not me.’
‘But you didn't tell me! You didn't write me a letter— not one letter in eight years, John Smith!’
‘But you were a child, Pocahontas. You couldn't read!’
‘Well, I can read now!’ she said angrily. 
‘Perhaps I was a child, John Smith, but my father gave you to me— that day in my father's village long ago. 
‘Do you remember? That day was the beginning of my love for you.’
He looked at her sadly with those beautiful blue eyes, and she was a child again. 
She remembered everything. ‘You didn't love me,’ she said. ‘You never loved me.’ 
‘I... don't know about love,’ he said slowly. ‘You are the daughter of a King, Pocahontas, 
‘and I'm not rich, or important. 
‘I never had a wife; perhaps I don't understand women. 
‘And you were a child, Pocahontas.’
‘I was a child— but I loved you, and you went away,’ she said. ‘For eight years I heard nothing from you.’
For a long time he said nothing. Then he said. ‘I'm sorry, Pocahontas. I was wrong.
‘I loved you so much,’ she said sadly. Then the door opened and her little son, Thomas, came in. 
‘But now I have a son and a husband,’ she said. ‘And they love me. 
‘You and I cannot be friends. Goodbye, John Smith.’
‘Goodbye, Pocahontas.’ He looked at her for a minute, and then walked out of the door. 
She never saw him again.
Six months later, John Rolfe said: ‘We must go back to Virginia, my dear. 
‘My work is waiting for me there. And you need the warm sun of Virginia, too.’
It was true. Pocahontas was now ill, and the cold rain of the English winter was not good for her. 
But she said nothing, and got ready to leave. 
The ship went down the river from London to a town called Gravesend, near the sea. 
But when they got there, Pocahontas was very ill and she could not move. 
John Rolfe sat by his wife's bed, and watched her face sadly.
She smiled at him. ‘Goodbye, John. I am going home- home to the forests and rivers of my country.’
Pocahontas died in Gravesend in March 1617.
She is famous for two things. 
She was the first American woman to marry an Englishman and come to England. 
And she was a good friend to the English when they first went to Virginia.
Her husband, John Rolfe, went back to Virginia and married an Englishwoman there. 
He died in Virginia in 1622. 
Pocahontas' son, Thomas, lived with the Rolfe family in England when he was a child, 
but in 1635 he went to live in Virginia.
John Smith did not leave England again. 
He wrote many interesting books about America, and he wrote about Pocahontas in those books. 
He lived until 1631, but he never had a wife. 
Perhaps he could not forget the sad, dark eyes of Pocahontas, when she said goodbye to him for the last time.

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6.A husband for Pocahontas
For four years after that, things were very bad.
Sometimes Pocahontas tried to help the English. 
But to Powhatan and Opekankanu, the English were enemies, and they wanted to kill them all.
Powhatan gave the English no more corn. 
His men came at night to Jamestown, and took guns and other things. 
When they found Englishmen in the forest or by the river, they killed them and took their guns. 
And so Powhatan now had many guns in Werowocomoco.
The new leaders of Jamestown were very unhappy about this. 
‘How can we stop Powhatan?’ they said. ‘We must get those guns back from him.’
‘We need to take a hostage,’ said a man called Samuel Argall. 
‘One of the Chiefs, or somebody important from Powhatan's family. 
‘Then we can talk to Powhatan. We can give him back the hostage when he gives us the guns— but not before.’
‘Powhatan has a daughter, Pocahontas,’ said an older man. ‘He loves her very much, they say...’
In 1613 Pocahontas was nineteen. 
She lived now with her father's friend, Iapassus, and his wife. 
Iapassus was friendly with the English, and so it was easy for Samuel Argall. 
He came to Iapassus' village in his ship.
‘I have many beautiful things from England in my ship,’ he told Iapassus. ‘They are all for you— 
‘but first, you must give me something. You must bring Pocahontas onto my ship, and leave her here.’
So Iapassus took Pocahontas onto the ship, and Argall locked her in a room. 
Pocahontas was very angry.
‘I'm sorry,’ Argall said to her, ‘but you must come with me to Jamestown. 
‘Your father must stop fighting us, and he must give us back our guns. Then you can go home.’
So Pocahontas went to Jamestown, and stayed there. 
At first, Powhatan was angry. He wanted his daughter. 
But then he looked at his guns, and he wanted them more than his daughter.
‘We can kill the English with these guns,’ he said to Opekankanu. 
‘Pocahontas likes the English. She can stay in Jamestown— and the guns can stay here.’
There were many women in Jamestown now, and Pocahontas soon made new friends. 
The Englishwomen liked her very much. 
She stayed in their houses, played with their children, and spoke English all the time.
After some months, one of her new friends asked her: 
‘Are you happy here with us, Pocahontas? Would you like to go home to your people?’
‘The English are my people now,’ said Pocahontas. 
‘But perhaps one day your father—’ said her friend.
‘My father,’ said Pocahontas, ‘likes his guns better than his daughter. 
‘They are more important to him. This is my home now, and I am very happy here.’
One of her new friends was a man called John Rolfe. Pocahontas liked him. 
Rolfe was a tall man, with brown eyes. He liked Pocahontas, too, and visited her nearly every day. 
He smiled a lot, and often laughed happily.
One day he said: ‘Pocahontas, I have something important to say to you. 
‘We are good friends, I think, and... well, we can be more than friends. 
‘I need a wife, Pocahontas, and— you are the most beautiful woman in Jamestown. 
‘And the most interesting woman, too! I love you, Pocahontas, and I want to marry you.’
At first Pocahontas didn't say anything.
John Rolfe was a nice man, but a long time ago, she remembered, she wanted to be the wife of a different John. 
‘But I'm never going to see John Smith again,’ she thought. ‘He's dead. I must forget about him.’
She smiled at John Rolfe. ‘Yes, John,’ she said. ‘I would very much like to be your wife.’
And so, on the 5th April, 1614, an Indian girl married an Englishman in the church in Jamestown. 
Pocahontas' father did not come, but Opekankanu was there, with many of her people.
‘Your father is happy for you,’ Opekankanu told her.
Pocahontas was happy, too. John Rolfe was a good husband, 
and a year later, they had a little son, Thomas. Pocahontas loved him very much.

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5.Where is John Smith?
In the winter of 1608 the English in Jamestown were hungry again. 
So John Smith went to Werowocomoco and asked Powhatan for corn. 
He took many beautiful glass beads with him, because the Indians loved these things. 
But Powhatan wanted more than beads. 
‘You can have corn,’ he said, ‘but you must build one of your big English houses for me— with windows of glass. 
‘And you must give me some guns.’
‘A house— yes,’ said Smith. ‘Tomorrow my men can bring things from Jamestown and begin to build a house for you. 
‘But guns— no. Friends do not need guns.’
Powhatan smiled, but he was angry, very angry. ‘Yes, we are friends,’ he said. 
‘Tonight you must stay here and eat with us. Tomorrow you can have your corn.’ 
That night Pocahontas came to John Smith. She was afraid. 
‘My father is angry,’ she said. ‘He wants to kill you, and all your men. You must be careful!’
John Smith took her hands. ‘What a good friend you are, Pocahontas!’ he said. ‘How can I thank you?’
Pocahontas looked into his blue eyes. ‘You are my King,’ she said quietly. ‘My King— now, and always.’
So Smith and his men carried their guns all the time and they watched very carefully. 
The next morning Opekankanu and his women came with the corn.
‘There is your corn,’ Opekankanu said. ‘Now, give us your guns!’ He smiled. ‘Look behind you!’
Smith looked. And seven hundred Indians came out of the forest, with bows and arrows.
How can ten men fight seven hundred? 
In a second. John Smith had his hand in Opekankanu's hair, and his gun in Opekankanu's face.
‘My gun can kill you,’ he said angrily, ‘before an arrow can get to me! 
He looked at Opekankanu's men. ‘Do you want Opekankanu to die?’ he called.
The Indians were afraid of John Smith. 
To them, he was a King, and it is not easy to kill a King. 
They put down their bows and arrows, and went away into the forest. 
Opekankanu, too, was afraid. His women put the corn in Smith's boat, 
and Smith and his men went back down the river to Jamestown.
Powhatan and Opekankanu were angry. 
‘We don't want these Englishmen in our country,’ Powhatan said. ‘We must kill them— kill them all!’
‘No, father!’ said Pocahontas. ‘We must learn to be friends with the English. John Smith says—’
‘Be quiet!’ Powhatan said. ‘John Smith is our enemy. Stay away from him! Do you understand?’
‘But you gave him to me, father. Do you remember? 
‘I loved his blue eyes then, and I love them now. I cannot stay away from him.’
Pocahontas did visit John Smith after that, but not very often. It wasn't easy for her. 
There was often fighting between the English and the Indians now, and dead men do not make friends.
More ships and more men came from England— and more guns. 
Jamestown was now a town of five hundred people— five hundred hungry people. 
The English wanted the Indians’ corn, and the Indians wanted the Englishmen's guns.
One day, in October 1609, Pocahontas went to Jamestown, but she could not find John Smith.
‘Where is he?’ she asked some Englishmen.
‘Smith? He left Jamestown a month ago,’ one man said. 
‘He had a bad accident with some gunpowder. He was very ill. So he went home to England.’
‘Ill?’ Pocahontas said. ‘John Smith is ill?’
‘Yes,’ the man said. ‘It was a very bad accident. And six weeks on a ship... perhaps he's dead now.’
‘Did— did he leave a letter for me?’ Pocahontas asked.
The man laughed. ‘A letter for you, little girl? But you can't read! Why? Is it important?’
‘No,’ she said. ‘It's not important.’ But of course it was.
She went away into the forest and cried for a long time. 
Where was John Smith, her Englishman with blue eyes, the colour of the sky?

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4.A wife for John Smith
But the English didn't want to give Powhatan any guns. 
‘Oh no, Pocahontas,’ John Smith said. ‘Your father has thousands of men, 
‘but we have only a hundred and fifty. We can't give him guns.’
Later, some of Powhatan's men tried to take guns from the English. 
Smith was very angry. He locked the men in a little room in Jamestown for a week. 
Then he talked to Pocahontas about them. ‘I'm very angry with these men, Pocahontas,’ he said. 
‘But I'm not going to kill them, because your father didn't kill me in Werowocomoco. 
‘I'm going to give them to you. Take them home, Pocahontas.’
Pocahontas liked the English, and she often visited Jamestown. 
John Smith liked to teach her new things.
‘The sun, Pocahontas,’ he said one evening, ‘is a red ball in the sky. This world is a big round ball, too. 
‘Thirty years ago, an Englishman called Francis Drake sailed round the world in a ship.’
Pocahontas laughed. ‘But that's not true! Of course the world isn't a ball! Why does the sea stay on it, then?’
Smith smiled. ‘Oh, I can tell you. Listen...’ He talked well, so it was easy to understand him. 
Pocahontas listened, and watched his beautiful blue eyes. 
She was fourteen years old, and for her, John Smith was the most exciting man in the world.
‘Do you have a wife, John Smith?’ she asked one day. 
‘No,’ he said slowly. ‘Why do you ask?’
‘Oh, because one day I must have a husband, and...’ She did not finish, but John Smith understood.
‘Pocahontas,’ he said carefully, ‘you are only fourteen years old, and I'm twenty-eight. 
‘And the daughter of the King must marry somebody important.’
‘You are an important man in Jamestown,’ she said quickly. 
‘And my people and your people must learn to he friends. A husband and wife can...’
‘Stop.’ He put his finger on her mouth. 
‘Pocahontas, I like you very much, but I'm not the right husband for you, and... I don't know a lot about women.’
‘I can teach you about that!’ she said.
He looked at her in surprise, and laughed. She was angry when he laughed. 
‘I'm nearly fifteen. In my village a girl can have a husband when she is fifteen! Why are you laughing?’
‘I'm sorry,’ he said. ‘You are a beautiful, interesting girl, Pocahontas. But you are only a child!’
‘I'm not a child! You're afraid of me, because I'm a King's daughter, and I want you for my husband.’
Pocahontas was angry and unhappy. 
She went away, back to her father's village, and she didn't visit John Smith again for two months. 
But she thought about him every day. 
There was only one man in the world for Pocahontas, and that was John Smith.
And in Jamestown, perhaps John Smith thought about Pocahontas, too.

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3.A friend for the English
John Smith stayed with Pocahontas for some days. 
She learnt some English, and he learnt more of her language. Soon they were good friends.
But Powhatan's men watched Smith carefully, and he could not leave the village. 
Then one day Powhatan said, ‘You can go home to Jamestown, John Smith. But you must give me two of your big guns.’
John Smith did not like this, but he could not say no. 
So he went back to Jamestown, and Pocahontas, Opekankanu, and some Indians went with him.
In Jamestown Wingfield was not happy.
‘We can't give our big guns to the Indians!’ he said. ‘Then they can kill us, with our guns!’
‘It's all right,’ said Smith. ‘Wait.’
He took Opekankanu and his men to the guns on the town walls. 
‘Now watch,’ he said. He put some gunpowder and some stones in the gun. 
‘Put your hands over your ears,’ he said, ‘and look at that tree.’
BANG! Pocahontas closed her eyes. Then she opened them, and looked at the tree. It wasn't there!
‘What happened?’ she asked. ‘Where's the tree?’[]‘I killed it with this gun,’ Smith said. 
He looked at Opekankanu. ‘This gun can kill ten men, Opekankanu. Remember that. So, take your two guns.’
But the guns were very big, and of course, the Indians could not move them.
‘Look,’ said Smith. ‘You can't carry these guns through the forest. 
‘But I can give you some gunpowder for Powhatan. Here, take it. Be very careful with it.’
‘Thank you,’ Opekankanu said. ‘But one day, we want these big guns too. They are very important for us.’ 
‘Perhaps,’ said Smith. ‘But we want to be your friends, and friends are better than guns.’
That winter, Pocahontas came to Jamestown every week with food for the Englishmen. 
She learnt many interesting things in Jamestown.
‘Look at this, Pocahontas,’ John Smith said one day. He had a compass in his hand.
‘What is it?’ Pocahontas asked. She tried to put her finger on the arrow in the compass, but she couldn't.
‘It's a compass. The arrow always points to the north,’ Smith said. ‘Where is the north? Do you know?’
‘Of course I know. All my people know that.’
‘Well, look— the arrow in the compass knows it too!’
‘Why can't I put my finger on it?’
Smith smiled. ‘Because of the glass. You can see through glass, but you can't put your finger through it.’
‘Yes,’ she said slowly. ‘But— what is a compass for?’
‘It helps us in our ships when we can't see the sky,’ he said. 
‘Which way do we go? Where is the north? The compass tells us all that.’
Pocahontas was interested in everything. 
She loved to talk to John Smith, and she learnt many things about England and the English.
In March and April 1608, two more ships came to Jamestown. 
Powhatan asked Pocahontas about them. ‘How many Englishmen are there now?’ he asked.
‘There were thirty-eight before the ships came, father. But now there are about a hundred and fifty.’
‘It's spring now. They must sow corn and vegetables in their fields. Are they doing that?’
‘Yes, father. But they aren't very good at it. This is a new country for them. They don't understand it.’
‘But they must have corn!’ Powhatan was angry. 
‘They need food for the winter. We can't give them our corn every year! 
‘And we kill animals, birds, and fish for our food— the English must learn to do that too!’
‘They are learning, father,’ Pocahontas said. ‘But most of these men come from towns in England. They don't know about these things.’
‘Well, they live here now, so they must learn,’ said Powhatan. ‘Or they must give me guns. 
‘We have a lot of food in our village, but we need guns. 
‘I can give the Englishmen food, but they must give me guns first. 
‘Tell that to your English friends, Pocahontas!’

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2.John Smith and Pocahontas
There were a lot of Indian villages in Virginia, and every village had its Chief. 
But there was only one King. 
That was Powhatan, and he was the King of all the Algonquin Indians.
‘Tell me about these white men,’ Powhatan said to his brother, Opekankanu. 
‘They are living in my country, and killing my people. I want to see one of them.’
Powhatan's daughter, Pocahontas, heard this. She was thirteen years old. 
‘What are white men, father?’ she asked. ‘Are they white because they are ill?’
Powhatan smiled. ‘No, little Pocahontas, they aren't ill,’ he said. ‘They are a new people from over the sea. 
‘Perhaps we can see and talk to a white man soon. My brother is going to find one for us.’
The next day Opekankanu went into the forest with two hundred men. 
They found John Smith's nine men next to their boat by the river. 
Smith's men were afraid and got out their guns. 
But Opekankanu's men killed two of them, and the other seven ran away.
John Smith was in the forest with the two Indians. 
When they heard the noise, they ran back to the boat— and saw two hundred men, with bows and arrows. 
Then an arrow hit Smith's leg. 
He quickly took out his gun, and put a friendly Indian in front of his body.
‘What do you want?’ he asked. ‘Don't come near me!’
‘King Powhatan wants to see you,’ said Opekankanu. ‘Give me your gun.’
‘No,’ Smith said at first. But there were two hundred Indians, and he was one man. 
So he gave them his gun, and went with Opekankanu to Werowocomoco, the village of King Powhatan.
In the village, everyone came out to see the Englishman. 
Pocahontas looked at Smith carefully. He was very interesting. 
He was not very tall, and he had hair on his face. Indian men had no hair on their faces. 
And his eyes— his eyes were blue! All the men in her village had brown eyes. 
She looked at Smith's blue eyes for a long time. They were beautiful, the colour of the sky.
Smith smiled at the little girl, and closed one of his eyes for a second. 
Pocahontas laughed, and then she smiled back at him.
‘Why are you in my country, white man?’ Powhatan asked. ‘Where do you come from? Who is your King?’
Smith told him about England, and King James, and Jamestown. 
It wasn't easy, because he didn't understand Powhatan's language very well, 
and Powhatan didn't always understand him. 
‘We want to live here, and be your friends, Powhatan,’ he said. 
‘But this winter the people of Jamestown are hungry, so we need food.’
Opekankanu was angry. ‘These Englishmen cannot live here,’ he said to his brother. 
‘They are taking our land and killing our people with their guns. 
‘They want King James of England to be king here, too. 
‘They call their town King James's town, and they call our beautiful river King James's river! 
‘But what about us? This is our country! 
‘We live here, and our fathers and grandfathers lived here before us. 
‘We don't want the English, or their King James. We must kill them all now!’
‘Perhaps,’ Powhatan said. ‘But let's think first. 
‘The English have guns, so we need guns too.
‘I must think carefully about this. Pocahontas, come with me.’ They walked into the forest, 
and Powhatan asked his daughter, ‘What do you think about this Englishman, little Pocahontas?’
‘Oh, father, I like him. He has wonderful blue eyes— the colour of the sky.’
‘My brother wants to kill him, but I want to know more about these Englishmen first— 
‘and you can help me. I'm going to give him to you, little Pocahontas.’
‘Give him to me, father?’[]‘Yes. Listen carefully, now. You must do this...’
They went back to the village. 
‘Are we going to kill this white man now, Powhatan?’ Opekankanu asked.
‘Yes,’ Powhatan said. ‘Bring him here.’
They put John Smith's head on a stone, in front of Powhatan's feet. 
Then Opekankanu took a big stick, and walked to the stone. 
Pocahontas looked at her father. He moved his head a little, but did not look at her. 
Now Opekankanu was next to the stone. 
John Smith closed his eyes, and waited to die.
Suddenly, he felt warm arms on his face and head. 
He opened his eyes and saw the face of the young girl, with her beautiful dark eyes.
‘No, Opekankanu!’ she cried. ‘No! I am the King's daughter, and I say no!’ 
She looked at her father. ‘Father— don't kill this man— please! Give him to me!’
At first Powhatan said nothing. Then, slowly, he smiled. ‘Very well, Pocahontas,’ he said. 
‘You are only thirteen years old, but this white man is not very big. 
‘He is a boy with hair on his face. You can have him.’
Angrily, Opekankanu put his stick down.
Pocahontas smiled. ‘Come with me, white man,’ she said to him. ‘You are my Englishman now. Come!’

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Pocahontas风中奇缘
1.The English in Virginia
In January 1607 three ships left England and sailed to America. 
There were a hundred and fifty men on the ships, 
and they wanted to find a new world in the west— a home in a new and exciting country.
The ships were at sea for four months, 
and they arrived in Virginia on the 26th April, 1607. 
After four long months at sea the men were tired, ill, and hungry. 
But Virginia was beautiful. The sky was blue, and they could see rivers, and flowers, and forests of tall trees. 
The Englishmen were very happy. But the Algonquin Indians of Virginia were not happy. 
They were afraid of the Englishmen and their ships. 
‘This is our home,’ they said. ‘We don't want these white men here. We must fight them.’
But some Indians said: ‘No, wait. These men are interesting. Let's make friends with them, and learn about them.’ 
So the Indians tried to talk to the Englishmen, and gave them food to eat. 
The Englishmen gave things to the Indians, too— little knives and pictures and beads.
The Englishmen began to build a little town. 
They called it Jamestown, because the King of England was called James. 
They called the river James River, too.
The leaders of the Englishmen were Christopher Newport, Edward Wingfield, and John Smith. 
They wanted to learn more about Virginia, so Smith and Newport took twenty men and went up the river in a small boat.
The other men stayed in Jamestown with Wingfield. 
They began to build houses, and to make gardens and fields outside the town.
‘The fields are more important than the houses,’ said Wingfield. ‘And we must work quickly, 
‘because it's nearly summer now. We must have corn and vegetables for the winter.’
But it was not easy. 
The weather was hot, and the men were tired after four months at sea. 
Some men worked hard, but many sat in the sun, and did nothing. 
The Indians watched, and waited.
Smith and Newport went a hundred kilometres up the river. 
They visited Indian villages and talked to a lot of Indians. 
Some of the Indians were friendly, and some were not. 
When Smith and Newport came back to Jamestown, Wingfield was very pleased to see them.
‘I was afraid for you,’ he said. ‘But you're not dead!’ 
‘No, of course not,’ said Smith. ‘What's the matter?’ 
‘It's the Indians,’ Wingfield said. ‘They're trying to kill us. Yesterday, they nearly killed me!’
‘Well, what did you do?’ Smith asked. ‘Our men have guns, and the Indians are very afraid of guns.’
‘But there were hundreds of Indians,’ said Wingfield, ‘and... we weren't ready. Our guns were on the ships.’
‘Why?’ asked Smith angrily. ‘The men must always he ready; they must carry their guns with them. 
‘The Indians tried to kill you because they weren't afraid of you.’
‘Yes, but— we must be nice to them,’ said Wingfield.
‘We can be friendly, but we must be careful first,’ said Smith. 
‘We must build good walls round the town, and put the big guns from the ships on them. Then the Indians can't kill us.’
For a month everyone worked hard. 
They built walls round the town, and moved the big guns from the ships. 
But the men were afraid to work in the fields, because of the Indians. 
And the sun got hotter, and hotter.
In June Newport went back to England with two of the ships. 
A hundred and five men stayed in Jamestown. 
They had very little food. The corn from England was now bad, and the new corn in the fields was not ready. 
The river water was bad too, and soon many of the men were ill with a fever. 
Forty-six men died that summer.
Some of the men tried to leave Jamestown and go home in the ship, but Smith stopped them. 
‘We're here to work, and to build a new town,’ he said. ‘But first, we must find food. 
‘There are birds in the sky, fish in the river, animals in the forest— we must kill them and eat them.
‘And we must get corn from the Indians, too. I can do that.’
Smith wasn't afraid of the Indians, hut he was always very careful. He carried his gun all the time. 
Most of the Indians were afraid of Smith, but they liked him too. 
He was friendly, and he loved their beautiful country. 
And he learned their language, because he wanted to talk to them and understand them. 
Often, he gave the Indians little things from England, and they gave him food.
But when winter came, there were only fifty men alive in Jamestown. 
They had some food, but they needed more. 
The Virginian winter is long and cold, and fifty men need a lot of food.
In December Smith went up the river in a boat with nine men. 
Two of the friendly Indians went with them. 
It was very cold, and the Englishmen were hungry. But Smith was happy and excited.
‘I'm going to find food for Christmas,’ he said to the men in Jamestown. 
‘Wait for me here, and work hard! This is a beautiful country, and we're going to stay here!’

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5.The Last Wish
The next day there was a letter to say that the children’s mother was coming home that afternoon. 
So they decided to wish for something for their mother. 
They were busy trying to think of something when Martha came into the room, very excited.
‘There were thieves at Lady Chittenden’s last night,’ she said. ‘They took all her jewels! 
‘She’s got lots of beautiful diamonds— they cost thousands of pounds, I’ve heard.’
‘When I’m older. I’m going to buy Mother jewels like that,’Robert said.
‘I’d like Mother to have all Lady Chittenden’s beautiful jewels now,’ said Jane. ‘I wish she could.’
‘Oh Jane!’cried the others. ‘What have you said?’
‘Well, she will have them,’said Robert. ‘You’ve wished! Everyone will think she stole them! 
‘We’ll have to try to find the Psammead and ask it to take the wish back.’
They hurried down to the gravel-pit, but they could not find the Psammead. 
So they hurried home again and looked in their mother’s room for the jewels, but they were not there yet.
‘Well, we’ll tell Mother about the Psammead, and she’ll give back the jewels when they come,’ Anthea said.
Cyril shook his head slowly. ‘She isn’t going to believe us. 
‘Can anyone believe about a Psammead if they haven’t seen it?
‘And adults never believe things like that. 
‘No, she’ll think we are the thieves and we’ll all go to prison, and everything will be terrible!’
And that afternoon, when Mother came home, 
the children ran to meet her, and put their arms round her— and tried to stop her from going upstairs to her room.
‘But I must take my coat off, and wash my hands!’ she cried, laughing. And she went up to her room.
The children went after her— and there, on the table, was a green box. 
Mother opened it. ‘Oh, how beautiful!’she cried.
It was a ring. A beautiful diamond ring.
‘Perhaps it’s a surprise present from Father,’she said. ‘But how did it get here?’
But then she found a diamond necklace— and brooches— and bracelets. 
There were jewels in every cupboard in her room. 
The children began to look unhappy, and Jane began to cry.
Mother was no longer smiling. ‘Jane, what do you know about this?’ she said slowly. ‘The true story, please.’
‘We met a sand-fairy. Mother,’ Jane began.
‘Don’t be stupid, Jane,’ Mother said angrily.
‘Some thieves stole all Lady Chittenden’s jewels from her house last night,’ Cyril said quickly. ‘Perhaps these are her jewels!’
Then Mother called for Martha. ‘Have any strangers been in this room, Martha?’ she asked.
‘Yes, but it was just my young man,’ Martha answered, afraid. ‘He was moving a heavy cupboard for me.’ 
(This, of course, was Mr Beale, the vicar’s nice young servant, who was now very friendly with Martha. )
So, of course. Mother thought that he was one of the thieves. 
She would not listen to the children and decided to go at once into town to tell the police. 
The children could not stop her. ‘This is terrible!’ said Anthea. 
‘Poor Martha! And poor Mr Beale— he isn’t a thief! 
‘What are we going to do?’ Then she cried, ‘Come on! We must find the Psammead!’
They all hurried down to the gravel-pit, 
and this time they found the Psammead, sitting on the sand and enjoying the evening sun. 
When it saw them, it tried to get away, but Anthea put her arms round it. ‘Dear, kind Psammead...’ she began.
‘Oh, you want something, don’t you?’ it said. ‘Well, I can’t give you any more wishes today.’
‘Don’t you like giving wishes?’Anthea asked.
‘No, I don’t,’ he said. ‘Go away and leave me alone!’
But Anthea went on. ‘Listen,’ she said. ‘If you do what we want today, we’ll never ask you for another wish.’
‘I’ll do anything for that,’ it said. ‘I really don’t enjoy giving wishes. It’s very hard work, you know, and I get so tired.’
‘Well, first I wish that Lady Chittenden will find that she has never lost her jewels.’
The Psammead got higger, and then went small again. ‘Done!’ it said.
‘I wish that Mother won’t get to the police.’[]‘Done!’ the Psammead said again.
‘And I wish,’ said Jane suddenly, ‘that Mother and Martha will forget all about the jewels.’
‘Done!’ the Psammead said, but its voice was tired.
‘Now,’ it went on, ‘will you wish something for me?’
‘Can’t you give yourself wishes?’ asked Cyril.
‘Of course not,’ the Psammead said. ‘Wish that you will never tell anyone about me.’
‘Why?’ asked Robert.[]‘Well, you children always ask for stupid things. 
‘But adults aren’t like that. If they get hold of me, they’ll want to wish for real, important things— 
‘like free houses for poor people, and new schools for children everywhere in the country, and money to give to old people. 
‘Boring things like that. And they’ll find a way to keep them after the sun goes down. 
‘And what will happen to the world if all those changes come at once? 
‘There’ll be terrible trouble. So go on, wish it! Quick!’
Anthea said the Psammead’s wish, and it got very, very big. 
When it was small again, it said, ‘Now, I’m very tired. Do you want one last wish?’
‘Thank you for everything,’ said Jane. ‘Have a good long sleep— and I wish that we’ll see you again someday.’
Then, for the last time, the Psammead went big, then small again. 
It looked at them all once more with its long eyes, and then dug itself quickly into the sand.
And when they arrived home again, everything was all right. 
Mother came home and she and Martha remembered nothing, 
and Lady Chittenden found that her jewels were not lost.
‘Will we ever see the Psammead again, do you think?’ Jane said to the others, later in the garden.
And, of course, they did, but not in this story. 
It was in a very, very different place. It was in a... But I must say no more.

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4.Bigger than the Baker’s Boy
The next morning Martha said that the children could not go out. 
‘You can stay in and be good,’ she said. 
‘There’s something that we all want,’ said Robert. ‘Can I just go out for half an hour to get it?’
And Martha, who was really very kind, said that he could.
Of course, they all wanted the day’s wish. So Robert hurried to the sand-pit.
The Psammead was waiting for him, 
but when Robert tried to think of a really good wish, he couldn’t, and the others were not there to help him.
‘Hurry up,’ the Psammead said. ‘I can’t wait all day.’
‘Oh dear,’ Robert said. ‘I wish that we didn’t have to come here to get our wish... Oh, don’t!’
But it was too late. The Psammead was already making itself big.
‘There!’ it said. ‘That wasn’t easy, but I’ve done it. You don’t need to come here to have your wish.’
Robert thanked the Psammead and then hurried back to tell the other children. 
‘We must wish for something really good tomorrow,’ he said.
The next morning they thought and thought, but they couldn’t think of a really good wish, so they decided to go to the gravel-pit. 
Suddenly they saw a baker’s boy, who was coming along the road with his basket of bread, 
and they decided to play a game with him. ‘Stop!’ cried Cyril.
‘Your money or your life!’ shouted Robert.
And they stood on each side of the baker’s boy.
The baker’s boy, who was tall and large, was not very interested and he pushed them both away.
‘Don’t be stupid!’ he said. But Robert pushed him back and knocked him over. 
The bread fell out of the boy’s basket and went all over the road. 
The baker’s boy was very angry. He hit Robert and they began to fight. 
But the baker’s boy was much bigger and stronger than Robert. 
He was also not a nice fighter— he pulled Robert’s hair, kicked him in the leg, and hit him hard in the stomach. 
Then he picked up his bread, put it back in the basket, and went on his way.
Cyril wanted to help Robert,but the girls held his arms and stopped him. 
So Cyril was angry with the girls,and everybody was unhappy. 
They went along to the gravel-pit, and Robert began to kick the sand angrily. 
‘I’ll teach that baker’s boy a lesson one day,’ he said. ‘I wish I was bigger than him!’
Just then they saw that the Psammead was sitting behind them, and was watching them!
The next minute, Robert had his wish. 
He was bigger than the baker’s boy! Much, much bigger! He was now more than three metres tall! 
He was not pleased because he looked very strange next to the others, who were still small.
The others felt sorry for him then, and asked the Psammead for another wish. 
But the Psammead was very cross and unhelpful. ‘Why don’t you think before you wish?’ it said.
‘He’s a wild, noisy boy, and he can stay like that for the day. 
‘It will do him good. Now go away and leave me alone!’
The others turned back to their enormous brother. ‘What are we going to do?’ They asked.
‘First,’said Robert, ‘I’m going to get that baker’s boy!’ 
And because he had very long legs, he arrived at the bottom of the hill long before the baker’s boy, 
who was stopping at the houses along the road to leave the bread.
Robert hid behind a haystack and waited for the boy. 
When he saw the baker’s boy coming, he jumped out from behind the haystack 
and the boy’s mouth fell open in surprise. 
Then Robert took hold of him and put him on top of the haystack.
‘Now get down from there, if you can!’ Robert said.
It was very late when the baker’s boy got back to the shop, and the baker was very angry!
Then Robert and the others went home, and down to the bottom of the garden. 
Anthea asked Martha to bring their lunch out there. 
She knew that Robert was too big to get into the house. 
Of course, Martha could not see that Robert was much bigger than before, 
and she only gave him as much meat and potatoes as usual— and no more. Poor Robert was very hungry.
The others were feeling unhappy too because there was a fair in town and they wanted to go to it. 
‘We can’t go anywhere now,’ Cyril said. ‘Not with Robert like this.’
Suddenly Jane cried, ‘I know! Let’s take Robert to the fair! 
‘Someone there will pay us to show him to people. We can make a lot of money.’
The others thought that this was a good plan, and they left at once. 
When they arrived, they asked to see the head man. 
His name was Bill, and when he saw Robert, he got very excited.
‘How much do you want for him?’ he asked.
‘You can’t buy me,’ said Robert, ‘but I’ll come and show myself this afternoon, if you give me fifteen pounds— and some food!’
‘Right!’ Bill agreed. So Bill took Robert inside one of the big fair tents and gave him something to eat. 
But while Robert was eating. Bill put men outside to stop him from escaping.
Then Bill stood outside the tent and began to shout to the crowds. ‘Come and see the biggest man in the world!’
Very soon, people began to stop and listen. 
A young man and his girlfriend were the first to go and look at Robert. They paid their money to Bill and went in. 
The people outside heard a loud scream from the girl, and then they all wanted to go in too.
Soon Robert was the most exciting thing to see at the fair, 
and Bill was making a lot of money. ‘Much more than fifteen pounds!’ Cyril said to the girls.
Poor Robert got very bored. He had to shake hands with everybody and talk, to show that he was real. 
And how could he escape at the end of the day? 
‘They’ll kill us when I go small again,’ he said.
Cyril thought for a minute. Then he said, ‘I’ve got a plan,’ and he went outside the tent to talk to Bill. 
‘Look here,’ he said, ‘my brother must be alone when the sun goes down. 
‘He gets very strange and angry then. I don’t know why, but you must leave him alone, or he’ll hurt someone.’
Bill was not very happy about this, but he agreed, 
and when the sun went down, they left Robert alone. 
Robert quickly got out under the back wall of the tent, 
and no one knew who he was because he was just a small boy again.
The children ran all the way home— and we do not know what Bill said when he found that Robert was not there!