Upon the afternoon of which I now speak speak , in the midsummer of the year of grace 1621 , as I sat upon my doorstep , my long pipe between my teeth and my eyes upon the pallid stream below , my thoughts thought were busy with these matters , -- so busy that I did not see a horse and rider emerge emerge from the dimness of the forest into the cleared space before my palisade , nor knew , until his voice voice came come up the bank , that my good friend , Master John Rolfe , was without and would speak to me .