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<h2> BUILDING A HOUSE OF LOGS </h2>
<p>While the others were hunting here and there for the gold which it had
been said could be picked up in Virginia as one gathers acorns in the old
world, Captain Smith set about making a house of logs such as would
protect him from the storms of winter as well as from the summer sun.</p>
<p>This he did by laying four logs on the ground in the form of a square, and
so cutting notches in the ends of each that when it was placed on the top
of another, and at right angles with it, the hewn portions would
interlock, one with the other, holding all firmly in place. On top of
these, other huge tree trunks were laid with the same notching of the
ends. It was a vast amount of labor, thus to roll up the heavy logs in the
form of a square until a pen or box had been made as high as a man's head,
and then over that was built a roof of logs fastened together with wooden
pins, or pegs, for iron nails were all too scarce and costly to be used
for such purpose.</p>
<p>When the house had been built thus far, the roof was formed of no more
than four or five logs on which a thatching of grass was to be laid later,
and the ends, in what might be called the "peak of the roof," were open to
the weather. Then it was that roughly hewn planks, or logs split into
three or four strips, called puncheons, were pegged with wooden nails on
the sides, or ends, where doors or windows were to be made.</p>
<p>Then the space inside this framework was sawed out, and behold you had a
doorway, or the opening for a window, to be filled in afterward as time
and material with which to work might permit.</p>
<p>After this had been done, the ends under the roof were covered with yet
more logs, sawn to the proper length and pegged together, until, save for
the crevices between the timbers, the whole gave protection against the
weather.</p>
<p>Then came the work of thatching the roof, which was done by the branches
of trees, dried grass, or bark. My master put on first a layer of branches
from which the leaves had been stripped, and over that we laid coarse
grass to the depth of six or eight inches, binding the same down with
small saplings running from one side to the other, to the number of ten on
each slope of the roof. To me was given the task of closing up the
crevices between the logs with mud and grass mixed, and this I did the
better because Nathaniel Peacock worked with me, doing his full share of
the labor.</p>
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<h2> KEEPING HOUSE </h2>
<p>When we came ashore from the ships, no one claimed Nathaniel as servant,
and he, burning to be in my company, asked Captain Smith's permission to
enter his employ. My master replied that it had not been in his mind there
should be servants and lords in this new world of Virginia, where one was
supposed to be on the same footing as another; but if Nathaniel were
minded to live under the same roof with us, and would cheerfully perform
his full share of the labor, it might be as he desired.</p>
<p>Because our house was the first to be put up in the new village, and,
being made of logs, was by far the best shelter, even in comparison with
the tents of cloth, Nathaniel and I decided that it should be the most
homelike, if indeed that could be compassed where were no women to keep
things cleanly. I am in doubt as to whether Captain Smith, great traveler
and brave adventurer though he was, had even realized that with only men
to perform the household duties, there would be much lack of comfort.</p>
<p>The floor of the house was only the bare earth beaten down hard. We lads
made brooms, by tying the twigs of trees to a stick, which was not what
might be called a good makeshift, and yet with such we kept the inside of
our home far more cleanly than were some of the tents.</p>
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<h2> LACK OF CLEANLINESS IN THE VILLAGE </h2>
<p>There were many who believed, because there were no women in our midst, we
should spare our labor in the way of keeping cleanly, and before we had
been in the new village a week, the floors of many of the dwellings were
littered with dirt of various kinds, until that which should have been a
home, looked more like a place in which swine are kept.</p>
<p>From the very first day we came ashore, good Master Hunt went about urging
that great effort be made to keep the houses, and the paths around them,
cleanly, saying that unless we did so, there was like to be a sickness
come among us. With some his preaching did good, but by far the greater
number, and these chiefly to be found among the self called gentlemen,
gave no heed.</p>
<p>It was as if these lazy ones delighted in filth. Again and again have I
seen one or another throw the scrapings of the trencher bowls just outside
the door of the tent or hut, where those who came or went must of a
necessity tread upon them, and one need not struggle hard to realize what
soon was the condition of the village.</p>
<p>After a heavy shower many of the paths were covered ankle deep with filth
of all kinds, and when the sun shone warm and bright, the stench was too
horrible to be described by ordinary words.</p>
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<h2> CAVE HOMES </h2>
<p>There were other kinds of homes, and quite a number of them, that were
made neither of cloth nor of logs. These were holes dug in the side of
small hillocks until a sleeping room had been made, when the front part
was covered with brush or logs, built outward from the hill to form a
kitchen.</p>
<p>During a storm these cave homes were damp, often times actually muddy, and
those who slept therein were but inviting the mortal sickness that came
all too soon among us, until it was as if the Angel of Death had taken
possession of Jamestown.</p>
<p>Captain Smith said everything he could to persuade these people, who were
content to live in a hole in the ground, that they were little better than
beasts of the field.</p>
<p>But so long as the foolish ones continued to believe this new world was
much the same as filled with gold and silver, so long they wasted their
time searching.</p>
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<h2> THE GOLDEN FEVER </h2>
<p>But for this golden fever, which attacked the gentlemen more fiercely than
it did the common people, the story of Jamestown would not have been one
of disaster brought about by willful heedlessness and stupidity.</p>
<p>Again and again did Captain Smith urge that crops be planted, while it was
yet time, in order that there might be food at hand when the winter came;
but he had not yet been allowed to take his place in the Council, and
those who had the thirst for gold strong upon them, taunted him with the
fact that he had no right to raise his voice above the meanest of the
company. They refused to listen when he would have spoken with them as a
friend, and laughed him to scorn when he begged that they take heed to
their own lives.</p>
<p>I cannot understand why our people were so crazy. Even though Nathaniel
and I were but lads, with no experience of adventure such as was before
us, we could realize that unless a man plants he may not reap, and because
we had been hungry many a time in London town, we knew full well that when
the season had passed there was like to be a famine among us.</p>
<p>I can well understand, now that I am a man grown, why our people were so
careless regarding the future, for everywhere around us was food in
plenty. Huge flocks of wild swans circled above our heads, trumpeting the
warning that winter would come before gold could be found. Wild geese,
cleaving the air in wedge shaped line, honked harshly that the season for
gathering stores of food was passing, while at times, on a dull morning,
it was as if the waters of the bay were covered completely with ducks of
many kinds.</p>
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<h2> DUCKS AND OYSTERS </h2>
<p>I have heard Captain Smith say more than once, that he had seen flocks of
ducks a full mile wide and five or six miles long, wherein canvasbacks,
mallard, widgeon, redheads, dottrel, sheldrake, and teal swam wing to
wing, actually crowding each other. When such flocks rose in the air, the
noise made by their wings was like unto the roaring of a tempest at sea.</p>
<p>Then there was bed after bed of oysters, many of which were uncovered at
ebb tide, when a hungry man might stand and eat his fill of shellfish,
never one of them less than six inches long, and many twice that size. It
is little wonder that the gold crazed men refused to listen while my
master warned them that the day might come when they would be hungry to
the verge of starvation.</p>
<p>Now perhaps you will like to hear how we two lads, bred in London town,
with never a care as to how our food had been cooked, so that we had
enough with which to fill our stomachs, made shift to prepare meals that
could be eaten by Captain Smith, for so we did after taking counsel with
the girl Pocahontas from Powhatan's village.</p>
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<h2> ROASTING OYSTERS </h2>
<p>In the first place, the shell fish called oysters are readily cooked, or
may be eaten raw with great satisfaction. I know not what our people of
Virginia would have done without them, and yet it was only by chance or
accident that we came to learn how nourishing they are.</p>
<p>A company of our gentlemen had set off to explore the country very shortly
after we came ashore from the fleet, and while going through that portion
of the forest which borders upon the bay, happened upon four savages who
were cooking something over the fire.</p>
<p>The Indians ran away in alarm, and, on coming up to discover what the
brown men had which was good to eat, the explorers found a large number of
oysters roasting on the coals. Through curiosity, one of our gentlemen
tasted of the fish, and, much to his surprise, found it very agreeable to
the stomach.</p>
<p>Before telling his companions the result of his experiment, he ate all the
oysters that had been cooked, which were more than two dozen large ones,
and then, instead of exploring the land any further on that day, our
gentlemen spent their time gathering and roasting the very agreeable fish.</p>
<p>As a matter of course, the news of this discovery spread throughout the
settlement, and straightway every person was eating oysters; but they soon
tired of them, hankering after wheat of some kind.</p>
<p>Among those who served some of the gentlemen even as Nathaniel and I aimed
to serve Captain Smith, was James Brumfield, a lazy, shiftless lad near to
seventeen years old. Being hungry, and not inclined to build a fire,
because it would be necessary to gather fuel, he ventured to taste of a
raw oyster. Finding it pleasant to the mouth, he actually gorged himself
until sickness put an end to the gluttonous meal.</p>
<p>It can thus be seen that even though Nathaniel and I had never been
apprenticed to a cook, it was not difficult for us to serve our master
with oysters roasted or raw, laid on that which answered in the stead of a
table, in their own shells.</p>
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<h2> LEARNING TO COOK OTHER THINGS </h2>
<p>Then again the Indian girl had shown us how to boil beans, peas, Indian
corn, and pumpkins together, making a kind of porridge which is most
pleasant, and affords a welcome change from oysters; but the great
drawback is that we are not able to come at the various things needed for
the making of it, except when our gentlemen have been fortunate in trading
with the brown men, which is not often.</p>
<p>This Indian corn, pounded and boiled until soft, is a dish Captain Smith
eats of with an appetite, provided it is well salted, and one does not
need to be a king's cook in order to make it ready for the table. The
pounding is the hardest and most difficult portion of the task, for the
kernels are exceeding flinty, and fly off at a great distance when struck
a glancing blow.</p>
<p>Nathaniel and I have brought inside our house a large, flat rock, on which
we pound the corn, and one of us is kept busy picking up the grains that
fly here and there as if possessed of an evil spirit. Newsamp is the name
which the savages give to this cooking of wheat.</p>
<p>I have an idea that when we get a mill for grinding, it will be possible
to break the kernels easily and quickly between the millstones, without
crushing a goodly portion of them to meal.</p>
<p>When the Indian corn is young, that is to say, before it has grown hard,
the ears as plucked from the stalks may be roasted before the coals with
great profit, and when we would give our master something unusually
pleasing, Nathaniel and I go abroad in search of the gardens made by the
savages, where we may get, by bargaining, a supply of roasting ears.</p>
<p>With a trencher of porridge, and a dozen roasting ears, together with a
half score of the bread balls such as I have already written about,
Captain Smith can satisfy his hunger with great pleasure, and then it is
that he declares he has the most comfortable home in all Virginia, thanks
to his "houseboys," as he is pleased to call us.</p>
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<h2> THE SWEET POTATO ROOT </h2>
<p>The Indians have roots, which some of our gentlemen call sweet potatoes,
which are by no means unpleasant to the taste, the only difficulty being
that we cannot get any great quantity of them. Our master declares that
when we make a garden, this root shall be the first thing planted, and
after it has ripened, we will have some cooked every day.</p>
<p>Nathaniel and I have no trouble in preparing the root, for it may be
roasted in the ashes, boiled into a pudding which should be well salted,
or mixed with the meal of Indian corn and made into a kind of sweet cake.</p>
<p>However, we lads have not had good success in baking this last dish,
because of the ashes which fly out of the fire when the wind blows ever so
slightly. Captain Smith declares that he would rather have the ashes
without the meal and sweet potato, if indeed he must eat any, but of
course when he speaks thus, it is only in the way of making sport.</p>
<p>Captain Kendall, who, because he has made two voyages to the Indies,
believes himself a wondrously wise man, says that he who eats sweet
potatoes at least once each day will not live above seven years, and he
who eats them twice every day will become blind, after which all his teeth
will drop out.</p>
<p>Because of this prediction, many of our gentlemen are not willing even so
much as to taste of the root, but Captain Smith says that wise men may
grow fat where fools starve, therefore he gathers up all the sweet
potatoes which the others have thrown away, for they please him exceeding
well.</p>
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