For a long time they saw upon the woody banks no savages.

Then without warning they came upon ambuscades of great numbers "so strangely painted, grimed and disguised, shouting, yelling and crying, as we rather supposed them so many divils." Smith, in midstream, ordered musket-fire, and the balls went grazing over the water, and the terrible sound echoed through the woods.

The savages threw down their bows and arrows and made signs of friendliness.

The English went ashore, hostages were exchanged, and a kind of amicableness ensued.

After such sylvan entertainment Smith and his men returned to the boat.