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THE YOUNG PLANTERS
WE found ourselves, in the year 1614, the owners of an hundred
acres of land which Nathaniel and I had chosen some distance back
from the river, so that we might stand in no danger of the shaking
sickness, and built ourselves a house like unto the one we had
helped make for Captain Smith.
With the coming of Lord De la Warr all things were changed.
The governing of the people was done as my old master, who
never saw Virginia again, I grieve to say, would have had it.
We became a law-abiding people, save when a few hot-heads stirred
up trouble and got the worst of it.
When Nathaniel Peacock and I settled down as planters on our
own account, there were eleven villages in the land of Virginia,
and, living in them, more than four thousand men, women, and
It was no longer a country over which the savages ruled without
check, though sad to relate, the brown men of the land shed the
blood of white men like water, ere they were driven out from
 It is well I set down here at the end, that but for Captain
John Smith and Master Hunt, Nathaniel Peacock and I might
have remained in London to become worthless vagabonds,
whereas we stand to-day free men, planters who are fairly
well respected among our fellows; and I hope, as well as
believe, that no man within this land of Virginia can say
that he was ever wronged or made sorrowful by Nathaniel
Peacock or Richard of Jamestown.