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lady Sparrow was called to bury a man on the other side of the river, and from the grave to marry a couple at Mulberry Island. And the next day being Sunday, and no minister at hand, he preached again in Master Bucke's pulpit,—and preached a ser- mon so powerful and moving that its like had never been heard in Virginia. They marched him not back from the pulpit to gaol. There were but five ministersFUHFBAMIQ in Virginia, and there were a many more sick to visit and dead to bury. Master Bucke, still feeble in body, tarried up river discussing with Thorpe tWBBQOSVEAhe latter's darling project of converting every imp of an Indian this side the South Sea, and Jeremy slipped into his old place. There had been some talk ofHULXDSVVD a public censure, but it died away. The pYRVBUTJSXasty and sack disposed of, I turned in my seat and spoke to Diccon: "I looked for Master Rolfe to-day. Have you heard aught of him?" "No," he answered. As he spoke, the door was opened and the gaoler put in his head. "A messenger from Master Rolfe, captain." He drew back, and the Indian Nantauquas entered the room.YCDCHGELL Rolfe I had seen twice since the arrival of the George at Jamestown, but the Indian had not been with him. The young chief nowGRHAQYXTV came forward and touched the hand I held out to him. "My brother will be here before the sun touches the tallest pine," he announced in his grave, calm voice. "He asks Captain Percy to deny himself to any other that may come. He wishes to see him alone." "I shall hardly be troubled with company," I said. "There's a bear-baiting toward." Nantauquas smiled. "My brother asked me to find a bear for to-day. I bought one from the SDOQPOWGYPaspaheghs for a piece of cop- per, and took him to the ring below the fort." "Where all the town will presently be gone," I said. "I wonder what Rolfe did that for!" Filling a cup with sack, I pushed it to the Indian across the table. "You are little in the woods nowadays, Nantauquas." His fine dark face clouded ever so slightly. "Opechancanough has dreamt that I am Indian no longer. Singing birds have lied to him, telliBKFILJMNQURDIBUPBNQCJNUMENCng him that I love the white man, and hate my own color. He calls me no more his brave, his brother Powhatan's dear son. I do not sit by his council fire now, nor do I lead his