swept away into the heart of the gathering storm. She was liker
such an one. Such birds were caught at times, but never tamed and
never kept.

The lightning, which had played incessantly in pale flashes across
the low clouds in the south, now leaped to higher peaks and
became more vivid, and the muttering of the thunder changed to
long, booming peals. Thirteen years before, the Virginia storms
had struck us with terror. Compared with those of the Old World
we had left, they were as cannon to the whistling of arrows, as
breakers on an iron coast to the dull wash of level seas. Now they
were nothing to me, but as the peals changed to great crashes as of
falling cities, I marveled to see my wife sleeping so quietly. The
rain began to fall, slowly, in large sullen drops, and I rose to cover
her with my cloak. Then I saw that the sleep was feigned, for she
was gazing at the storm with wide eyes, though with no fear in
their dark depths. When I moved they closed, and when I reached
her the lashes still swept her cheeks, and she breathed evenly
through parted lips. But, against her will, she shrank from my
touch as I put the cloak about her; and when I had returned to my
seat, I bent to one side and saw, as I had expected to see, that her
eyes were wide open again. If she had been one whit less beautiful,
I would have wished her back at Jamestown, back on the Atlantic,
back at whatever outlandish place, where manners were unknown,
that had owned her and cast her out. Pride and temper! I set my
lips, and vowed that she should find her match.

The storm did not last. Ere we had reached Piersey's the rain had
ceased and the clouds were breaking; above Chaplain's Choice
hung a great rainbow; we passed Tants Weyanoke in the glory of