Identifier: whitedoefateofvi00cott (find matches)
Title: The white doe; the fate of Virginia Dare; an Indian legend
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Cotten, Sallie Southall
Subjects: Dare, Virginia, b. 1587 Indians of North America
Publisher: Philadelphia, J.B. Lippincott Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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railty.When by man released from duranceThese souls, grateful for their freedom,Are his slaves, and ever renderGood or evil at his bidding. Chi-co steeped each one he gathered In a bath of mystic brewing ; Told each purple, pieded pearl-drop * See Appendix, Note 52 SAVAGE SORCERY What the evil was he plotted.Never once his purpose wavered,Never once his fury lessened ;Nursing vengeance as a guerdonWhile the mussel-pearls he polished. Then a new canoe he fashioned, Safe, and strong, and deep he made it; * And then sought to work his magic On the innocent Wi-no-na ; Asked the maiden to go with him In his boat across the water. Come, said he, to Ro-a-no-ak, Where the waves are white with blossoms, Where the grapes hang ripe in clusters, Come with me and drink their juices. And the innocent Wi-no-naListened to his artful pleading ;Went with him in search of pleasure,Glad to show him friendly feeling. While with idle stroke they floatedTo the fragrant lily-blossoms, * See Appendix, Note o.
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SAVAGE SORCERY 53 He a string of pearls gave to her,Smooth and polished, pied and purple.Round her snowy neck she placed themWith no thought of harm or cunning ;And with simple, maiden speechesFilled the time as they sped onward. To each pearl had Chi-co chanted,Each had bathed in mystic water,Each held fast the same weird power,Till the time grew ripe for evil.On the waves they could not harm her,There the Sea-King ruled them ever ;But when on the shore she landedThey would work their evil mission. On the shore of Ro-a-no-ak Chi-co sent his boat with vigor. Lithe and happy she sprang shoreward, When,—from where her foot first lightly Pressed the sand with human imprint,— On—away—towards the thicket, Sprang a White Doe, fleet and graceful. His revenge thus wrought in safety,Drifting seaward Chi-co chanted : 54 SAVAGE SORCERY Go, White Doe, hide in the forest,Feed upon the sweet wild-grasses ;No winged arrow eer shall harm you,No Red Hunter eer shall win you ;Roam forever, flee

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