Laid them low, many times she came with food.
When Powhatan plotted destruction, through sleet
And storm she came, braving her father’s anger,
Because of the love she bore you.
Now Pocahontas is taken from her people and
Walks a stranger among you.”
Then from among the men stepped fair-haired, blue-eyed young Rolfe and in low accents tried to comfort her.
“Do not be so sorrowful, maiden. We will be as kindred to you. John Rolfe will be your brother and protect you with his life.”
“Let her come to me,” said the matron, Anne Laydon. “She needs a woman’s care. She shall live with me and I will befriend her.” And putting her arm around the waist of the Indian maiden she led her to her cabin.
John Laydon had steadily prospered, and as the first fruits of his gain he erected a pleasant house for Anne. Furniture from the mother country was brought over, a piece at a time, for his cherished wife. Now he welcomed the poor little captive in friendly words.