The Indians themselves began systematically to spoil and murder.

Ratcliffe and fourteen with him met death while loading his barge with corn upon the Pamunkey.

The cold grew worse.
By midwinter there was famine.

The four hundred--already noticeably dwindled--dwindled fast and faster.

The cold was severe; the Indians were in the woods; the weakened bodies of the white men pined and shivered.