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Chapter 4
Summer passed and fall came. The leaves turned yellow, and dark read, and gold. This was a beautiful season in Virginia. Pocahontas and Mary spent a lot of time together, along with Nakoma, in the fields. It was time to harvest the corn and squash and other foods which the native people grew in their fields.
John was busy too. He was fishing along the river with the other men. They had to catch a lot of fish so that the village would have plenty of food to store for the winter. And the winters were harsh in This part of the "new world". And Kunoko was fishing, too.
Everyone worked hard to gather food and prepare it for storage. But in the midst of all this excitement and preparations Mary still felt restless. She enjoyed the work very much. And she loved to be with her friends. But she still longed to have someone to love, and for someone to love her. So one day she left the village, by herself, and went to Grandmother Willow's grove.
"Good afternoon, Grandmother Willow," said Mary as she setled herself on the large stump in front of the tree spirit. "Good afternoon, my dear," said the wise tree, "How are you today?" "I am not sure," said Mary, "I mean, I'm happy about harvest and the preparations for winter. But on the other hand, I'm sad because I still have nobody to love. And nobody loves me either." "Well," said Grandmother Willow, "You can't rush such things. You have to give them time. Life will take it's course, and there's nothing you can do to change it. Life is like the river. It flows along and all you can do is stear your canoe, but you can't change the path of the river itself." Mary sighed. "Yes, you are right, of course," she said, "but I feel so lonely. And I do not know how much longer I can bare this." "I know it's hard," replied the willow, "but you never know what waits for you ahead on the path of life. So don't lose hope. Hope dies last, as you know. So be strong, and don't give up." "Thank you," said Mary as the slid from the stump and ran towards the village.
Meanwhile, Kunoko and Kickata were having a serious conversation. Kickata was getting a bit impatient about the fact that Kunoko still hadn't picked a wife. But Kunoko said that he didn't like any of the native women in this village, though he did like only one woman. "Well, who is it," asked Kickata. "I want to take Mary, the English girl, as my wife," said Kunoko. Kickata gave him a look of disappointment. "Do you have anything against her," asked Kunoko. "No, I do not," said Kickata, "But I didn't like the way you refer to her as 'the English girl'. She is a part of the tribe as much as you are. She has learned our language, and our ways. She is no different then the rest of us.And if you are going to call her that then I doubt the fact that you want to marry her." Kunoko lowered his head. "I am sorry. I just wanted to specify for you because I thought you didn't know," he said. "Well, then, I hope that this is the first, and last time, I hear you referring to her as 'the English girl'."