John Smith and his companions after this explored a large portion of the State, and a second time came to rest at the home of Powhatan and his beautiful daughter.  The name of the place was Werowocomoco.  His visit this time fell on the eve of the coronation of Powhatan.  The king, being absent when Smith came, was sent for; meanwhile Pocahontas called together a number of Indian maidens to get up a dramatic entertainment and ballet for the handsome young Englishman and his companions.  They made a fire in a level field, and Smith sat on a mat before it.  A hideous noise and shrieking were suddenly heard in the adjoining woods.  The English snatched up their arms, apprehending foul play.  Pocahontas rushed forward, and asked Smith to slay her rather than suspect her of perfidy; so their apprehensions were quieted.  Then thirty young Indian maidens issued suddenly from the wood, all naked except a cincture of green leaves, their bodies painted.  Pocahontas was a complete picture of an Indian Diana:  a quiver hung on her shoulder, and she held a bow and arrow in her hand; she wore, also, on her head a beautiful pair of buck’s horns, an otter’s skin at her girdle, and another on her arm.  The other nymphs had antlers on their heads and various savage decorations.  Bursting from the forest, they circled around the fire and John Smith, singing and dancing for an hour.  They then disappeared into the wood as suddenly as they had come forth.  When they reappeared, it was to invite Smith to their habitations, where they danced around him again, singing, “Love you not me?  Love you not me?” They then feasted him richly, and, lastly, with pine-knot torches lighted him to his finely decorated apartments.

Captain John Smith was, without doubt, an imperial kind of man.  His personal appearance was fine, his sense and tact excellent, his manners both cordial and elegant.  There is no doubt, as there is no wonder, that the Indian maiden felt some tender palpitations on his account.  Once again, when, owing to some misunderstanding, Powhatan had decreed the death of all the whites, Pocahontas spent the whole pitch-dark night climbing hills and toiling through pathless thickets, to save Smith and his friends by warning them of the imminent danger.  Smith offered her many beautiful presents on this occasion, evidently not appreciating the sentiment that was animating her.  To this offer of presents she replied with tears; and when their acceptance was urged, Smith himself relates, that, “with the teares running downe her cheeks, she said she durst not be seen to have any, for, if Powhatan should know it, she were but dead; and so she ran away by herself, as she came.”