The Detroit times., 1914-04-07

Does Lieutenant Percy still live?
Yes. Master Tarraday, but pros
trate with sickness"
we will 90 forward" | said.
Belfeld south TO keep his place at
my side.
Not so fast. Master Farraday,' he
entreated. and | somewhat accommo-
dated my pace to his. AFTER Captain
Smith left us. the strong would no
longer gather for the weak" he said.
why was there moi trade with the
savages?' | asked
I'VE sought trade. but for the most
part we got naught but mortal wounds
with clubs and arrows"
But the hogs at the standard
the sheep and goats?" demanded.
"Our officers and the savages made
spoil OF them"
and YOU
Some small portion We tasted, but
our captains and their DULLES were SO
much stronger than we common men,
We burst not, through very fear for
our lives. oppose them; so We got
only scraps OF hide and what our mas
tiers were too dainty to make use Of"
Had | not known conditions almost
as monstrous AS he described that first
have credited no part Of what he told
me.
"Betimes the Indians would bring
us q little grain to barter; and what
bargains the cunning knaves drove.
l have seen a man give back and
breast plate. sword and musket. for
not so much corn as he might easily
hold in his two hands Bnt for the
most part we subsisted on acorns,
roots. and walnuts: nor burst we ven-
ture far from James Town to fish or
gather oysters. The pagans were
ever on the watch to Stay MS with the
very weapons we had sold them"
1T Is too vile to say" l cried.
But he babbled on as he limped and
shuffied at my side.
There is worse still to tell OF this
starving time. Master Farraday--and
the end 10 not yet"
"Worse-my Cod"
$50 great was the famine that a
savage that had been killed and
buried in the woods. the poorer sort
dug up" He extended q shaking
hand and plucked at my sleeve. Lean
nearer. Master Farraday." he said, in
q hoarse whisper. "As God lives.
they dug up the pagan, as say, and
did eat of him."
And now felt he was stark mad.
that his sufRerings had OF q certainty
unseated his reason.
Nor Is that ALL can even tell you
worse. Master Farraday, and you will
listen to me. There was one John
Laydon, who married Ann: that was
maid to Mistress rorrest?"
what of him.
HE did kin his wife, and had eaten
part of her before IL was known
there are some who hold that his eat
ing Of her was only trick to make
us believe starvation had sent him
mad; these maintain that he really
killed the poor wench In . jealous
rage" He glanced up into my face
with burning eyes. You are horror
struck 1t such villainy? Well, 1t
earned him . worthy punishment. for
we burnt him alive. a. he we'll, mer-
tied. But such dish as he did eat, I
never heard Of" Z
mo more OF this!" cried, at last
finding my tongue.
do offend you, SIR" he asked,
and again he rested his hand on the
sleeve OF my doublet.
But drew away, for I saw In those
brown skeleton fingers . likeness to
. vulture's talons. ..
We had emerged from the woods.
and observed that our cornnelds
we're implanted, and that the block
house we had so lately built to guard
the approach from the mainland had
been torn down. turned to my com
panion.
ITO make our winter fires. Az death
emptied the houses We pulled them to
pieces log by log," said he.
(continued.)