Dduring the colonization of America, several groups of people were sent to remote areas and left to fend for themselves. One such colony was settled in Roanoke, Virginia and is referred to as the Roanoke Colony or the Lost Colony. Where they went has yet to be determined, but one theory suggests they were tempted by life with the Indians.

In 1857, Sir Walter Raleigh sent a group of colonists here to reestablish the remnants of a colony from the past. After a thorough search, nothing was to be found and they began to settle in their new home.

They were assaulted early on by the native people and insisted that their leader return to England for help.

While everyone was freaking out, one young man remained a constant of peace and composure. Jefferson Filmore found it superfluous for their leader to sail all the way back to England to complain to a very busy Queen, but decided not to insist much on the matter. Pretty soon the leader had left and the colony was leaderless.

For the next year they hid in fear of encountering the Native American. But Filmore was not afraid. Here and there he would comment on their ignorance and suggest that they are just friendly folks as the likes of the colonists, but not all would have it.

After a year had past and there was no sign of their vacant leader, the colonists began to worry. Having sent him off because of their fear meant that a full year later, with no sign of him, they were only more fearful.

One evening in August, while the colonists slept soundly, Filmore decided to go on a late night stroll to consider their most dire state. It was then that he came across his very first powwow.

Filmore had never felt quite at home with the land that they had inhabited. He needed to tell the others.

In a clearing in the woods, surprisingly close to where the fearful colony slept, sat a large group of Native Americans. All were quiet and still, gazing off into an apparent nothingness, while the largest one was smoking some sort of pipe. As Filmore stepped cautiously closer, two of them came out of nowhere to stand on each side of him. Maintaining his composure, Filmore looked at each of the men and greeted them with the only thing he could think would not be misconstrued for anything other then peace. Slowly he raised his hand, lifting his index and middle finger in the shape of a “v” and uttered the word “Peace”. “How,” replied the natives. And so he sat.

For hours Filmore listened, watched and smoked. Never had he felt so at peace, so perfectly natural. In all the time that they had been at the Roanoke Colony, Filmore had never felt quite at home with the land that they had inhabited. He needed to tell the others. He needed them to know there was more and that there was peace to be had in this land. The chief sensed the concern in Filmore’s eyes as they prepared to depart at dawn. He touched his arm and handed him the pipe. Filmore knew what he needed to do.

When he returned he began to tell of peaceful encounters that had occurred between him and the natives. But it would take more than that to get the colonists to expand their minds. On a rather dreary night, when the land was calm and beautiful but the colonists were restless and weary, Filmore managed a congregation of sorts. In an attempt to lift their spirits, he took out the pipe and began to smoke it. At first no one noticed, but soon the smoke enriched the whole area with its scent. While one would expect them to be alarmed, the colonists seemed surprisingly subdued and not the least bit suspicious of where this artifact came from.

But the magic it invoked was almost immediate. Soon enough, all of the colonists wanted to be at one with nature and “live free like God intended.” Still feeling “peaceful,” the colonists packed up their camp so as not to alarm anyone looking for them and left a mark on the tree. The mark was a funny word that someone had uttered on accident at some point during the night. They wanted everyone to know how magnificent it sounded and found it hilarious that anyone who came across it would say it.

And so, the Lost Colony became lost. But if you could have asked them, I have a feeling they would have said they had been lost all along.