名著故事三十五篇thirty

名著故事三十五篇thirty名著故事三十五篇Thirty-fiveFamousStories花崗國中：張獻敏整理1.KingAlfredandtheCakesManyyearsagotherelivedinEnglandawiseandgoodkingwhosenamewasAlfred.Noothermaneverdidsomuchforhiscountryashe;andpeoplenow,allovertheworld,speakofhimasAlfredtheGreat.Inthosedaysakingdidnothaveaveryeasylife.Therewaswaralmostallthetime,andnooneelsecouldleadhisarmyintobattlesowellashe.Andso,betweenrulingandfighting,hehadabusytimeofitindeed.Afierce,rudepeople,calledtheDanes,hadcomefromoverthesea,andwerefightingtheEnglish.Thereweresomanyofthem,andtheyweresoboldandstrong,thatforalongtimetheygainedeverybattle.Iftheykepton,theywouldsoonbethemastersofthewholecountry.Atlast,afteragreatbattle,theEnglisharmywasbrokenupandscattered.Everymanhadtosavehimselfinthebestwayhecould.KingAlfredfledalone,ingreathaste,throughthewoodsandswamps.Lateinthedaythekingcametothehutofawoodcutter.Hewasverytiredandhungry,andhebeggedthewoodcutter’swifetogivehimsomethingtoeatandaplacetosleepinherhut.Thewomanwasbakingsomecakesuponthehearth,andshelookedwithpityuponthepoor,raggedfellowwhoseemedsohungry.Shehadnothoughtthathewastheking.“Yes,”shesaid,“Iwillgiveyousomesupperifyouwillwatchthesecakes.Iwanttogooutandmilkthecow;andyoumustseethattheydonotburnwhileIamgone.”KingAlfredwasverywillingtowatchthecakes,buthehadfargreaterthingstothinkabout.Howwashegoingtogethisarmytogetheragain?AndhowwashegoingtodrivethefierceDanesoutoftheland?Heforgothishunger;heforgotthecakes;heforgotthatwasinthewoodcutter’shut.Hismindwasbusymakingplansfortomorrow.Inalittlewhilethewomancameback.Thecakesweresmokingonthehunger;heforgotthecakes;heforgotthathewasinthewoodcutter’shut.Hismindwasbusymakingplansfortomorrow.Inalittlewhilethewomancameback.Thecakesweresmokingonthehearth.Theywereburnedtoacrisp.Ah,howangryshewas!“Youlazyfellow!”shecried.“Seewhatyouhavedone!Youwantsomethingtoeat,butyoudonotwanttowork!”Ihavebeentoldthatsheevenstruckthekingwithastick;butIcanhardlybelievethatshewassoillnatured.Thekingmusthavelaughedtohimselfatthethoughtofbeingscoldedinthisway;andhewassohungrythathedidnotmindthewoman’sangrywordshalfsomuchasthelossofthecakes.Idonotknowwhetherhehadanythingtoeatthatnight,orwhetherhehadtogotobedwithouthissupper.Butitwasnotmanydaysuntilhehadgatheredhismentogetheragain,andhadbeatentheDanesingreatbattle.2.KingAlfredandtheBeggarAtonetineDanesdroveKingAlfredformhiskingdom,andhehadtoliehiddenforalingtimeonalittleislandinariver.Oneday,allwhowereontheisland,exceptthekingandqueenandoneservant,wentouttofish.Itwasaverylonelyplace,andnoonecouldgettoitexceptbyaboat.Aboutnoon,araggedbeggarcametotheking’sdoor.Andaskedforfood.Thekingcalledtheservant,andasked,“Howmuchfoodhaveweinthehouse?’’“Mylord,”saidtheservant,“wehaveonlyoneloafandalittlewine.”ThenthekinggavethankstoGod,andsaid,“Givehalfoftheloafandhalfofthewinetothispoorman.”Theservantdidashewasbidden.Thebeggarthankedthekingforhiskindness,andwentonhisway.Intheafternoonthemenwhohadgoneouttofishcameback.Theyhadthreeboatsfulloffish,andtheysaid,“Wehavecaughtmorefishtodaythaninalltheotherdaysthatwehavebeenonthisisland.”Thekingwasglad,andheandhispeopleweremorehopefulthantheyhadeverbeenbefore.Whennightcame,thekinglayawakeforalongtime,andthoughtaboutthethingsthathadhappenedthatday.Atlasthefanciedthathesawagreatlightlikethesun;andinthemidstofthelighttherestoodanopenbookinhishand.Itmayallhavebeenadream,andyettothekingitseemedveryrealindeed.Helookedandwondered,butwasnotafraid“Whoareyou?’’heaskedoftheoldman.“Alfred,myson,bebrave,”saidtheman,“forIamtheonetowhomyougavethisdaythehalfofallthefoodthatyouhad.Bestrongandjoyfulofheart,andlistentowhatIsay.”RiseupearlyinthemorningandblowyourhornthreetimessoloudlythattheDanesmayhearit.Bynineo’clock,fivehundredmenwillbearoundyou,readybeledintobattle.Goforthbravely,andwithinsevendaysyourenemiesshallbebeaten,andyoushallgobacktoyourkingdomtoreigninpeace.”Thenthelightwentout,andthemanwasseennomore.Inthemorningthekingaroseearly,andcrossedovertothemainland.Thenheblewhishornthreetimesveryloudly;andwhenhisfriendsheardittheywereglad,buttheDaneswerefilledwithfear.Atnineo’clock,fivehundredofhisbravestsoldiersstoodaroundhimreadyforbattle.Hespoken,andtoldthemwhathehadseenandheardinhisdream;andwhenhehadfinished,theyallcheeredloudly,andsaidthattheywouldfollowhimandfightforhimaslongastheyhadstrength.Sotheywentoutbravelytobattle;andtheybeattheDanes,anddrovethembackintotheirownplace.AndKingAlfredruledwiselyandwelloverallhispeoplefortherestofhisdays.3.DiogenestheWiseManAtCorinth,inGreece,therelivedaverywisemanwhosenamewasDiogenes.Mencamefromallpartsofthelandtoseehimandhearhimtalk.Butwiseashewas,hehadsomeveryqueerways.Hedidnotbelievethatanymanoughttohavemorethingsthanhereallyneeded;andhesaidthatnomanneededmuch.Andsohedidnotliveinahouse,butsleptinatuborbarrel,whichherolledaboutfromplacetoplace.Hespenthisdayssittinginthesun,andsayingwisethingstothosewhowerearoundhim.Atnoononeday,Diogeneswasseenwalkingthroughthestreetswithalightedlantern,andlookingallaroundasifinsearchofsomething.“Whydoyoucarryalanternwhenthesunisshining?”someonesaid.“Iamlookingforanhonestman,”answeredDiogenes.WhenAlexandertheGreatwenttoCorinth,alltheforemostmeninthecitycameouttoseehimandtopraisehim.ButDiogenesdidnotcome;andhewastheonlymanforwhoseopinionsAlexandercared.Andso,sincethewisemanwouldnotsometoseetheking,thekingwenttoseewiseman.HefoundDiogenesinanout-of-the-wayplace,lyingonthegroundbyhistub.Hewasenjoyingtheheatandthelightofthesun.Whenhesawthekingandagreatmanypeoplecoming,hesatupandlookedatAlexander.Alexandergreetedhimandsaid,---“Diogenes,Ihaveheardagreatdealaboutyourwisdom.IsthereanythingthatIcandoforyou?”“Yes,”saidDiogenes.“Youcanstandalittleononeside,soasnottokeepthesunshinefromme.”Thisanswerwassodifferentfromwhatheexpected,thatthekingwasmuchsurprised.Butitdidnotmakehimangry;itonlymadehimadmirethestrangemanallthemore.Whenheturnedtorideback,hesaidtohisofficers,---“Saywhatyouwill;ifIwerenotAlexander.IwouldliketobeDiogenes.”4.KingCanuteontheSeashoreAhundredyearsormoreafterthetimeofAlfredthegreattherewasakingofEnglandnamedCanute.KingCanutewasaDane;buttheDaneswerenotsofierceandcruelthenastheyhadbeenwhentheywereatwarwithkingAlfred.ThegreatmenandofficerswhowerearoundkingCanutewerealwayspraisinghim.“Youarethegreatestmanthateverlived,”onewouldsay.Thenanotherwouldsay.“Oking!Therecanneverbeanothermansomightyasyou.”GreatCanute,thereisnothingintheworldthatdarestodisobeyyou.”Thekingwasamanofsense,andhegrewverytiredofhearingsuchfoolishspeeches.Onedayhewasbytheseashore,andhisofficerswerewithhim.Theywerepraisinghim,astheywereinthehabitofdoing.Hethoughtthatnowhewouldteachthemalesson,andsohebadethemsethischaironthebeachclosebytheedgeofthewater.“AmIthegreatestmanintheworld?”heasked.“Oking!”theycried,“thereisnoononemightyasyou.”“Doallthingsbyme?”heasked.“Thereisnothingthatdarestodisobeyyou.Oking!”theysaid.“Theworldbowsbeforeyou,andgivesyouhonor.”“Willtheseaobeyme?”heasked;andhelookeddownatthelittlewaveswhichwerelappingthesandathisfeet.Thefoolishofficerswerepuzzled,buttheydidnotdaretosay“no.”“Commandit,Oking!Anditwillobey,”saidone.“Sea,”criedCanute,“Icommandyoutocomenofarther!Waves,stopyourrolling,anddonotdaretotouchmyfeet!”butthetidecamein,justasitalwaysdid.Thewaterrosehigherandhigher.Itcameuparoundtheking’schair,andwetnotonlyhisfeet,butalsohisrobe.Hisofficersstoodabouthim.Alarmed,andwonderingwhetherhewasnotmad.ThenCanutetookoffhiscrown,andthrewitdownuponthesand.“Ishallneverwearitagain,”hesaid.“Anddoyou,mymen,learnalessonfromwhatyouhaveseen.Thereisonlyonekingwhoisallpowerful;anditishewhorulesthesea,andholdstheoceaninthehollowofhishands.Itishewhomyououghttopraiseandserveaboveallothers.”5.AndroclusandtheLionInRometherewasonceapoorslavewhosenamewasAndroclus.Hismasterwasacruelman,andsounkindtohimthatatlastAndroclusranaway.Hehidhimselfhidhimselfinawildwoodformanydays”buttherewasnofoodtobefound,andhegrewsoweakandsickthathethoughtheshoulddie.Soonedayhecreptintoacaveandlaydown,andsoonhewasfastasleep.Afterawhileagreatnoisewokehimup.Alionhadcomeintothecave,andwasroaringloudly.Androcluswasverymuchafraid,forhefeltsurethatthebeastwouldkillhim.Soon,however,hesawthatthelionwasnotangry,butthathelimpedasthoughhisfoothurthim.ThenAndroclusgrewsoboldthathetookholdofthelion’slamepawtoseewhatwasthematter.Thelionstoodquitestill,andrubbedhisheadagainsttheman’sshoulder.Heseemedtosay,---“Iknowthatyouwillhelpme.”Androclusliftedthepawfromtheground,andsawthatitwasalong,sharpthornwhichhurtthelionsomuch.Hetooktheendofthethorninhisfingers;thenhegaveastrong,quickpull,andoutitcame.Thelionwasfullofjoy.Hejumpedaboutlikeadog,andlickedthehandsandfeetofhisnewfriend.Androcluswasnotatallafraidafterthis;andwhennightcame,heandthelionlaydownandsleptsidebyside.Foralongtime,thelionbroughtfoodtoAndrocluseveryday;andthetwobecamesuchgoodfriends,thatAndroclusfoundhisnewlifeaveryhappyone.OnedaysomesoldierswhowerepassingthroughthewoodfoundAndroclusinthecave.Theyknewwhohewas,andsotookhimbacktoRome.Itwasthelawatthattimethateveryslavewhoranawayfromhismastershouldbemadetofightahungrylion.Soafiercelionwasshutupforawhilewithoutfood,andatimewassetforthefight.Whenthedaycame,thousandsofpeoplecrowdedtoseethesport.Theywenttoseeplacesatthattimeverymuchaspeoplenowadaysgotoseeacircusshoworagameofbaseball.Thedooropened,andpoorAndrocluswasbroughtin.hewasalmostdeadwithfear,fortheroarsofthelioncouldalreadybeheard.Helookedup,andsawthattherewasnopityinthethousandsoffacesaroundhim.Thenthehungrylionrushedinwithasingleboundhereachedthepoorslave.Androclusgaveagreatcry,notoffear,butofgladness.Itwashisoldfriend,thelionofthecave.Thepeople,whohadexpectedtoseethemankilledbythelion,werefilledwithwonder.TheysawAndroclusputhisarmsaroundthelion’sneck;theysawthelionliedownathisfeet,andlickthemlovingly;theysawthegreatbeastrubhisheadagainsttheslave’sfaceasthoughhewantedtobepetted.Theycouldnotunderstandwhatitallmeant.AfterawhiletheyaskedAndroclustotellthemaboutit.Sohestoodupbeforethem.And.Withhisarmaroundthelion’sneck,toldhowheandthebeasthadlivedtogetherinthecave.“Iamaman,”hesaid;“butnomanhaseverbefriendedme.Thispoorlionalonehasbeenkindtome;andweloveeachotherasbrothers.”Thepeoplewerenotsobadthattheycouldbecrueltothepoorslavenow.“Liveandbefree!”theycried.“Liveandbefree!”otherscried,“Lettheliongofreetoo!Givebothofthemtheirliberty!”andsoAndrocluswassetfree,andthelionwasgiventohimforhisown.AndtheylivedtogetherinRomeformanyyears.6.TheBlindMenandtheElephantTherewereoncesixblindmenwhostoodbytheroadsideeveryday,andbeggedfromthepeoplewhopassed.Theyhadoftenheardofelephants,buttheyhadneverseenone;for,beingblind,howcouldthey?Itsohappenedonemorningthatanelephantwasdrivendowntheroadwheretheystood.Whentheyweretoldthatthegreatbeastwasbeforethem,theyaskedthedrivertolethimstopsothattheymightseehim.Ofcoursetheycouldnotseehimwiththeireyes;buttheythoughtthatbytouchinghimtheycouldlearnjustwhatkindofanimalhewas.Thefirstonehappenedtoputhishandontheelephant’sside.“Well,well!”hesaid,“nowIknowallaboutthisbeast.Heisexactlylikeawall.”Thesecondfeltonlyoftheelephant’stusk.“Mybrother,”hesaid,“youaremistaken.Heisnotatalllikeawall.Heisroundandsmoothandsharp.Heismorelikeaspearthananythingelse.”Thethirdhappenedtotakeholdoftheelephant’strunk.“Bothofyouarewrong,”hesaid.”Anybodywhoknowsanythingcanseethatthiselephantislikeasnake.”Thefourthreachedouthisarms,andgraspedoneoftheelephant’slegs.“Oh,howblindyouare!”hesaid.“Itisveryplaintomethatheisroundandtalllikeatree.”Thefifthwasaverytallman,andhechancedtotakeholdoftheelephant’sear.“Theblindestmanoughttoknowthatthisbeastisnotlikeanyofthethingsthatyouname,”hesaid.“Heisexactlylikeahugefan.”Thesixthwasveryblindindeed,anditwassometimebeforehecouldfindtheelephantatall.Atlastheseizedtheanimal’stail.“O,foolishfellows!”hecried.“Yousurelyhavelostyoursenses.Thiselephantisnotlikeawall,oraspear,orasnake,oratree;neitherishelikeafan.Butanymanwithaparticleofsensecanseethatheisexactlylikearope.”Thentheelephantmovedon,andthesixblindmensatbytheroadsideallday,andquarreledabouthim.Eachbelievedthatheknewjusthowtheanimallooked;andeachcalledtheothershardnamesbecausetheydidnotagreewithhim.Peoplewhohaveeyessometimesactasfoolishly.7.GraceDarlingItwasadarkSeptembermorning.Therewasastormatsea.AshiphadbeendrivenonalowrockofftheshoresoftheFarneislands.Ithadbeenbrokenintwobythewaves,andhalfofithadbeenwashedaway.Theotherhalflayyetontherock,andthoseofthecrewwhowerestillalivewereclingingtoit.Butthewavesweredashingoverit,andinalittlewhileittoowouldbecarriedtothebottom.Couldanyonesavethepoor.Half-drownedmenwhowerethere?Ononeoftheislandswasalighthouse;andthere,allthroughthatstormynight,gracedarlinghadlistenedtothestorm.Gracewasthedaughterofthelighthousekeeper,andshehadlivedbytheseaaslongasshecouldremember.Inthedarknessofthenight,abovethenoiseofthewindsandwaves,sheheardscreamsandwildcries.Whendaylightcame,shecouldseethewreck,amileaway,withtheangrywatersallaroundit.Shecouldseethemenclingingtothemasts.“we trytosavethem!”shecried.“Letusgooutintheboatatonce!”“Itisofnouse,grace,”saidherfather.“Wecannotreachthem.”Hewasanoldman,andheknewtheforceofthemightywaves.“Wecannotstayhereandseethemdie,”saidGrace.“Wemustatleasttrytosavethem.”Herfathercouldnotsay“No.”inafewminutestheywereready.Theysetoffintheheavylighthouseboat.Andtheymadestraighttowardthewreck.Butitwashardrowingagainstsuchasea,anditseemedasthoughtheywouldneverreachtheplace.Atlasttheywereclosetotherock,andnowtheywereingreaterdangerthanbefore.Thefiercewavesbrokeagainsttheboat,anditwouldhavebeendashedinpieces,haditnotbeenforthestrengthandskillofthebravegirl.Butaftermanytrials,grace’sfatherclimbeduponthewreck,whilegraceherselfheldtheboat.Thenonebyonetheworn-outcrewwerehelpedonboard.Itwasallthatthegirlcoulddotokeepthefrailboatfrombeingdriftedaway,orbrokenuponthesharpedgesoftherock.Thenherfatherclamberedbackintohisplace.Stronghandsgraspedtheoars,andbyandbyallweresafeinthelighthouse.Theregraceprovedtobenolesstenderasanursethanshehadbeenbraveasasailor.Shecaredmostkindlyfortheshipwreckedmenuntilthestormhaddiedawayandtheywerestrongenoughtogototheirownhomes.Allthishappenedalongtimeago,butthenameofgracedarlingwillneverbeforgottensheliesburiednowinalittlechurchyardbythesea,notfarfromheroldhome.Everyyeaamonumenthasbeenplacedinhonorofthebravegirl.Itisnotalargemonument,butitisonethatspeaksofthenobledeedwhichmadegracedarlingfamous.Itisafigurecarvedinstoneofawomanlyingatrest,withaboat’soarheldfastinherrighthand.8.Cornelia'sJewelsItwasabrightmorningintheoldcityofRomemanyhundredyearsago.Inavine-coveredsummerhouseinabeautifulgarden,twoboyswerestanding.Theywerelookingattheirmotherandherfriend,whowerewalkingamongtheflowersandtrees.“Didyoueverseesohandsomealadyasourmother’sfriend?”askedtheyoungerboy,holdinghistallbrother’shand.“Shelookslikeaqueen.”“Yetsheisnotsobeautifulasourmother,”saidtheolderboy.“Shehasafinedress,itistrue;butherfaceisnotnobleandkind.Itisourmotherwhoislikeaqueen.”“Thatistrue,”saidtheother.ThereisnowomaninRomesomuchlikeaqueenasourowndearmother.”SoonCornelia,theirmother,camedownthewalktospeakwiththem.Shewassimplydressedinaplainwhiterobe.Herarmsandfeetwerebare,aswasthecustominthosedays;andnoringsnorchainsglitteredaboutherhandsandneck.Forheronlycrown,longbraidsofsoftbrownhairwerecoiledaboutherhead;andatendersmilelighteduphernoblefaceasshelookedintohersons’proudeyes.“Boys,”shesaid,“Ihavesomethingtotellyou.”Theybowedbeforeher,asRomanladsweretaughttodo,andsaid,“Whatisit,mother?”“Youaretodinewithustoday,hereinthegarden;andthenourfriendisgoingtoshowusthatwonderfulcasketofjewelsofwhichyouhaveheardsomuch.”Thebrotherslookedshylyattheirmother’sfriend.Wasitpossiblethatshehadstillotherringsbesidesthoseonherfingers?Couldshehaveothergemsbesidesthosewhichsparkledinthechainsaboutherneck?Whenthesimpleoutdoormealwasover,aservantbroughtthecasketfromthehouse.Theladyopenedit.Ah,howthosejewelsdazzledtheeyesofthewonderingboys！yourgems.”Iamsurethattheboysneverforgottheirmother’sprideandloveandcare;andinafteryears,whentheyhadbecomegreatmeninRome,theyoftenthoughtofthissceneinthegarden.AndtheworldstilllikestohearthestoryofCornelia’sjewels.9.ThreeMenofGothamthereisatowninEnglandcalledGotham,andmanymerrystoriesaretoldofthequeerpeoplewhousedtolivethere.OnedaytwomenofGothammetonabridge.Hodgewascomingfromthemarket,andpeterwasgoingtothemarket.“Whereareyougoing?”saidHodge.“Iamgoingtothemarkettobutsheep,”saidpeter.“Buysheep?”saidHodge.“Andwhichwaywillyoubringthemhome?”“Ishallbringthemoverthisbridge,”saidpeter.“No,youshallnot,”saidHodge.“Yes,butIwill”saidpeter.“Youshallnot,”saidHodge.“Iwill,”saidpeter.Thentheybeatwiththeirsticksonthegroundasthoughtherehadbeenahundredsheepbetweenthem.“Takecare!”criedpeter.“Lookoutthatmysheepdon’tjumponthebridge.”“Icarenotwheretheyjump,”saidHodge;“buttheyshallnotgooverit.”“Buttheyshall.”Saidpeter.“Haveacare,”saidHodge;“forifyousaytoomuch,Iwillputmyfingersinyourmouth.”“Willyou?”saidpeter.JustthenanothermanofGothamcamefromthemarketwithasackofmealonhishorse.Heheardhisneighborsquarrelingaboutsheep;buthecouldseenosheepbetweenthem,andsohestoppedandspoketothem.“ah,youfoolishfellows!”hecried.“Itisstrangethatyouwillneverlearnwisdom.---comehere,peter,andhelpmelaymysackonmyshoulder.”Peterdidso,andthemancarriedhismealtothesideofthebridge.“Nowlookatme,”hesaid,“andlearnalesson.”Andheopenedthemouthofthesack,andpouredallthemealintotheriver.“Now,neighbors,”hesaid,“canyoutellhowmuchmealisinmysack?”“Thereisnoneatall!”criedHodgeandpetertogether.“Youareright,”saidtheman;“andyouthatstandhereandquarrelaboutnothing,havenomoresenseinyourheadsthanIhavemealinmysack!”10.SirPhilipSidneyAcruelbattlewasbeingfought.Thegroundwascoveredwithdeadanddyingmen.Theairwashotandstifling.Thesunshonedownwithoutpityonthewoundedsoldierslyinginthebloodanddust.Oneofthesesoldierswasanobleman,whomeverybodylovedforhisgentlenessandkindness.Yetnowhewasnobetteroffthanthepoorestmaninthefield.Hehadbeenwounded,andwoulddie;andhewassufferingmuchwithpainandthirst.Whenthebattlewasover,hisfriendshurriedtohisaid.Asoldiercamerunningwithacupinhishand.“Here,SirPhilip,”hesaid,“Ihavebroughtyousomeclear,coolwaterfromthebrook.Iwillraiseyoursothatyoucandrink.”ThecupwasplacedtoSirPhilip’slips.Howthankfullyhelookedatthemanwhohadbroughtit！Thenhiseyesmetthoseofadyingsoldierwhowaslyingonthegroundcloseby.Thewistfullookinthepoorman’sfacespokeplainerthanwords.“Givethewatertothatman,”saidSirPhilipquickly;andthen,pushingthecuptowardhim,hesaid,“Here,mycomrade,takethis.Thyneedisgreaterthanmine.”Whatabrave,noblemanhewas！ThenameofSirPhilipSidneywillneverbeforgotten;foritwasthenameofaChristiangentlemanwhoalwayshadthegoodofothersinhismind.Wasitanywonderthateverybodyweptwhenitwasheardthathewasdead?Itissaid,thatonthedaywhenhewascarriedtothegrave,everyeyeinthelandwasfilledwithtears.Richandpoor,highandlow,allfeltthattheyhadlostafriend;allmournedthedeathofthekindest,gentlestmanthattheyhadeverknown.Acruelbattlewasbeingfought.Thegroundwascoveredwithdeadanddyingmen.Theairwashotandstifling.Thesunshonedownwithoutpityonthewoundedsoldierslyingin11.PocahontasTherewasonceaverybravemanwhosenamewasJohnSmith.HecametoAmericamanyyearsago,whenthereweregreatwoodseverywhere,andmanywildbeastsandIndians.Manytalesaretoldofhisadventures,someofthemtrueandsomeofthemuntrue.Themostfamousofalltheseisthefollowing:---OnedaywhenSmithwasinthewoods,someIndianscameuponhim,andmadehimtheirprisoner.Theyledhimtotheirking,andinashorttimetheymadereadytoputhimtodeath.Alargestonewasbroughtin,andSmithwasmadetoliedownwithhisheadonit.ThentwotallIndianswithbigclubsintheirhandscameforward.Thekingandallhisgreatmenstoodaroundtosee.TheIndiansraisedtheirSmith’shead.ButjustthenalittleIndiangirlrushedin.Shewasthedaughteroftheking,andhernamewasPocahontas.SheranandthrewherselfbetweenSmithandtheupliftedclubs.SheclaspedSmith’sheadwithherarms.Shelaidherownheaduponhis.“Ofather!”shecried,“sparethisman’slife.Iamsurehehasdoneyounoharm,andweoughttobehisfriends.”Themenwiththeclubscouldnotstrike,fortheydidnotwanttohurtthechild.Thekingatfirstdidnotknowwhattodo.Thenhespoketosomeofhiswarriors,andtheyliftedSmithfromtheground.Theyuntiedthecordsfromhiswristsandfeet,andsethimfree.ThenextdaythekingsentSmithhome;andseveralIndianswentwithhimtoprotecthimfromharm.Afterthat,aslongasshelived,Pocahontaswasthefriendofthewhitemen,andshedidagreatmany