We were then on the edge of a ridge, whence we looked south to the orchards of Henricus.
"That is my arrow-maker," he cried, showing me a round stone whorl.
"He's a careless lad, and he'll lose half his belongings ere he wins to the hills." I was prepared for the wild Cherokees on our journey of yesterday, but it amazed me that the savages should come scouting into the Tidewater itself.

He smiled grimly when I said this, and took from his pocket a crumpled feather.
"That's a Cherokee badge," he said.

"I found that a fortnight back on the river-side an hour's ride out of James Town.

And it wasna there when I had passed the same place the day before.

The Tidewater thinks it has put the fear of God on the hill tribes, and here's a red Cherokee snowking about its back doors." The last day he took me north up a stream called the North Fork, which joined with his own river.