He speaks with eloquence of the nations of the earth, of white men, yellow men, black men, and red men, of his own country and its grandeurs, and would explain antipodes.
Apparently all is waste breath and of no avail, for in an hour see him bound to a tree, a sturdy figure of a man, bearded and moustached, with a high forehead, clad in shirt and jerkin and breeches and hosen and shoon, all by this time, we may be sure, profoundly in need of repair.
The tree and Smith are ringed by Indians, each of whom has an arrow fitted to his bow.

Almost one can hear a knell ringing in the forest! But Opechancanough, moved by the compass, or willing to hear more of seventeenth-century science, raises his arm and stops the execution.
Unbinding Smith, they take him with them as a trophy.

Presently all reach their town of Orapaks.
Here he was kindly treated.

He saw Indian dances, heard Indian orations.
The women and children pressed about him and admired him greatly.

Bread and venison were given him in such quantity that he feared that they meant to fatten and eat him.