The corn was just what Smith wanted, but he would not let the savages know how glad he was. His boat was quickly filled with the precious grain and he set out for Jamestown with a happy heart.
His troubles were not yet at an end. One day while he was at work, a bag of gunpowder exploded near him. Poor Captain Smith was badly burned and in great pain. Worse still, the burned flesh did not heal after many days.
"I cannot get well here. I must go back to England," he told his friends.
With a sad heart he bade them good-bye and left them to get along as well as they could by themselves.
When Captain John Smith had gone, one trouble after another fell upon the people of Jamestown. They came near starving to death. They were glad to eat anything which would keep them alive. Dogs, snakes, and even toads were killed for food.
Most of the men had already died when some ships came sailing into the harbor. They brought some more settlers, as well as food and clothing from England. The worst was now over.
Pocahontas was still the friend of the white men. She grew up to be a beautiful young woman and married an Englishman named John Rolfe. The wedding took place in a little church at Jamestown.
From that time the great chief Powhatan was the friend of the white men.
The rest of the story of Pocahontas is soon told. She was a good wife to John Rolfe, and a year after they were married they had a lovely baby boy. John Rolfe went to England on business and took his wife and baby with him. The beautiful Pocahontas was invited to court by the king. She was treated with great honor as an Indian princess, but it did not make her vain or silly.
While she was in England she met her old friend John Smith. She had been told that he was dead and she was much moved at seeing him.