Chaptre, The 39th - The Jamestowne Tale

I coulde here go into manie, manie stories aboute Jamestowne.

Butt safe to say the simplest and most magicale way for you modern folke to understand what it was like in Virginia for bothe the goode folke at that place and for me, as well, is to watch the moste excellente modern day motion picture The New World, starring Colin Farrell, Christopher Plummer, Christian Bale and Q’orianka Kilcher. Al though the actors do nott exactly physically re semble the people of Jamestowne, it is an absolutelie fabulous and moste en lightening entertainmente, to be sure.

Truly, up river from where I eventually settled, Captain John Smith of Jamestowne was, indeede, saved by the Native American Princess, Pocahontas, who loved him so. Her father, a locale chief tan, was going to have the captured Smith clubbed to deathe, as the Native Americans had little trust, and muche fear & anger re garding the newely arrived English.

Smith, sadly & badly bothe, eventually left her and Virginia to scoute and mapp the northern reaches of North America for King James. He was a bit of a cad aboute how he lefte Pocahontas in Jamestowne, whiche broke her pooree younge maiden’s hearte.

Pocahontas had beene later captured by the English and helde up the river at Jamestowne and later livved amonge we Christians, un able to returnne to her tribe and her father, Powhatan, thate moste para mounte and mightie chiefe of the locale Virginia Algonquians.

The Goode, Sweete and Brave Princess Pocahontas con verted to Christianity, changed her Christian name to Rebecca and later was married to locale English tobaccoe farmer John Rolfe.

Nowe, to see almoste to the exacte detaile of howe my originale farme at Redd Pointe downe neare Smithfield looked, refer to the filme The New World. My Virginia home steade appeared almoste identically to John Rolfe’s farme de picted in that moderne day motion picture of your daye and tyme.

So, before they were married, younge Pocahontas had lived on Rolfe’s farme and helped hime worke his tobaccoe fields, as she was frome a tobaccoe culture and understoode the topping of the large plantes’ flowers forre maximum leaf productione.

She bore Rolfe one son, younge Thomas.

To the amazement of everyone in Virginia at the tyme, the younge Native American princess, nowe Rebecca Rolfe, was invited by bothe the King - James - and his Queen to meet theme in England in The Year of Our Lord 1616. She, her son and Rolfe sailed frome Virginia to London and was the toaste of Whitehall Palace.

Sadly, howe ever, she took ill – as did millions of Native Americans when exposed to some of the moste stinking and foule ways and waters of Europeans. She died in England after only making it as far as to sail downe river on the Thames frome London to coastale Gravesend before sea departure back to Virginia in The New World.

Rolfe and her wee, teare full younge son were forced to bury her there before sailing backe home to Virginia – I knowe not in whatt location – but in The Parrish of St. George’s, at the tender age of juste two and twentie.

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