At once a cry of alarm rang through the village, for a foe must surely be in pursuit of the canoe to cause it to come on as it did. Men, women and children ﬂocked to the shore to know the cause. What could it be? Was there to be an attack on the village by another tribe 6! There had been strange stories told of a people, whose skins were white, having come across the mighty waters and settled upon the land to the south and far to the north, but those on the Avon had not seen these pale faces. They had not yet learned to dread them, to find out that man's inhumanity to man dwelt in the white heart as in the red. They had only to fear foes of their own race, and these they could meet, as they often had be fore. They were yet to learn the bitter lesson that civilization advances into new lands with the Bible in one hand, and the sword in the other.