Lying in the huge winter woods, he expected, on the whole, death before morning.
But "Almighty God mollified the hearts of those sterne barbarians with compassion." And so he was restored to Jamestown, where he found more dead than when he left.

Some there undoubtedly welcomed him as a strong man restored when there was need of strong men.

Others, it seems, would as lief that Pocahontas had not interfered.
The Indians did not get their guns and grindstones.

But Smith loaded a demi-culverin with stones and fired upon a great tree, icicle-hung.

The gun roared, the boughs broke, the ice fell rattling, the smoke spread, the Indians cried out and cowered away.