CAPTAIN SMITH'S DEPARTURE
IT is not well for me to dwell upon our parting with the
master whom we had served more than two years, and who had
ever been the most friendly friend and the most manly man
one could ask to meet.
Our hearts were sore, when, after having done what little
we might toward carrying him on board the ship, we came back
to his house, which he had said in the
 presence of witnesses
should be ours, and there took up our lives with Master Hunt.
But for that good man's prayers, on this first night we would
have abandoned ourselves entirely to grief; but he devoted his
time to soothing us, showing why we had no right to do other
than continue in the course on which we had been started by
the man who was gone from us, until it was, to my mind at
least, as if I should be doing some grievous wrong to my
master, if I failed to carry on the work while he was away,
as it would have been done had I known we were to see him
again within the week.
With Captain Smith gone, perhaps to his death; with half a
dozen men who claimed the right to stand at the head of the
government until Lord De la Warr should come; and with the
savages menacing us on every hand, sore indeed was our plight.
 With so many in the town, for there were now four hundred
and ninety persons, and while the savages, because of having
been so sorely wronged, were in arms against us, it was no
longer possible to go abroad for food, and as the winter
came on we were put to it even in that land of plenty, for
enough to keep ourselves alive.