Virginia Watson, The Princess Pocahontas
“ The wrinkled squaw looked up, a drawn smile upon her lips, and said:"And so Princess Pocahontas comes to old Wansutis for a love potion.""Nay," cried the girl angrily, coming closer, "not so; I desire of thee something quite different—herbs that will make a man forget.""The same herb for both," snapped the squaw; "for whom wilt thou brew it, for thine adopted son, thou who art no squaw and too young to have a son? I have no such herb, maiden, and if I had, thinkest thou I had not given it to Claw-of-the-Eagle to drink. Speak to her, son, and tell her if a man ever forgets." ”
