Frost painted a few pictures for the bright-eyed Indian lads and lasses. They were so few, however, that the children enjoyed both seasons all the more on account of the change. When the snow fell, it was always a wonderful sight. It would last only a few hours, so the boys must make the most of the sport it brought them.

Of course there were festivals in the village from time to time. All work was laid aside while men, women and children gave themselves up to feasting and dancing, games and music.

Best of all was the festival when the tall stalks of corn were turning yellow in the fields and the children cried, "The corn is ready! The corn is ready!" This was the time for the corn dance and the feast when

the roasted ears were served with many other things

of which Powhatan and his little friends were fond.

The women of the village had much to keep them busy besides cooking and housekeeping. They had to beat down the stumps and bushes in the places chosen for planting the corn. Then when the grain had come up, the children helped in pulling out the weeds so it would have a chance to grow. There was tobacco to be gathered and dried for smoking. There were tuckahoe roots to dig and juicy berries to pick. The skins of animals killed by the hunters must be prepared for the garments of the older people.

The men

were not idle, by any means. They hunted and fished. They held councils and made war upon their enemies. They made tomahawks of deer's horns or sharpened stones. They fashioned arrows, pointed them with stone, and glued turkey feathers to the other end so they would go straight. They took large stones and slowly hollowed them out for mortars and dishes, for in those days there were no white men with whom to trade skins and corn for knives and blankets, pots and kettles.

By the time Powhatan had grown up into a young warrior, he had heard stories of the pale-faces. Some of his people had seen these strange men and the wonderful ships in which they came sailing into the harbors. It was said that there was no death for the white men, neither did sickness come to them. They must have some power from heaven which the Indians did not know about. They sailed along the shores of the beautiful country but did not settle there. They soon went away and nothing more was heard of them.

By this time Powhatan had shown great bravery in battle. It was his family right that he should be the chief over eight tribes. But he was not satisfied. He thought: "I will become greater yet. Men shall fear me and look up to me from far and near."

It was not long before he became ruler over thirty tribes. He was now a mighty chief and lived in grand style, for an Indian. He had homes in two different places. Sometimes he was pleased to stay in one of them, sometimes in another. Then again he would go away on long hunting trips in the forest. A lodge was built there, so that he might have a place to rest himself and be comfortable when he was tired.

When he traveled he was attended by forty or fifty grim warriors who guarded him both by day and by night.

He had a fleet of canoes in which he took much pride. A good deal of time was spent in making these boats. Each of them had once been the trunk of a tree. A big fire was made close to the roots and burned its way through the trunk. At last the giant fell. The branches were cut off and the trunk was shaped into a dug-out, as such a boat is now called. Fire was needed, as well as sharp shells and tomahawks for scraping, before the canoe was finished.

His

Powhatan was very rich, even for a chief. subjects brought him pearls and furs, besides quantities of corn and game, for tribute. They hastened. to do his bidding and were afraid of his anger.

He had many children, but the dearest of all was his beautiful daughter, Pocahontas, whose story you