To Have & To Hold by Mary Johnson Chapter 36 Page 17

In the moment that the world steadied I rose and went toward the door to find my way barred by Rolfe.

“Not you, too, Ralph!” he cried. “I will not let you go. Look for yourself!”

He drew me to the window, Master Sandys gravely making place for us. From the window was visible the neck of land and the forest beyond, and from the forest, up and down the river as far as the eye could reach, rose here and there thin columns of smoke. Suddenly, as we stared, three or four white smoke puffs, like giant flowers, started out of the shadowy woods across the neck. Following the crack of the muskets — fired out of pure bravado by their Indian owners — came the yelling of the savages. The sound was prolonged and deep, as though issuing from many throats.