get it. He went down, and staid a long, long time. We thought he never
would come up again. The sailor that threw the knife into the water
began to be sorry he had done it, because he thought the poor Indian
was drowned. But, by and by, he came up again, with the knife in his
mouth. He had been hunting after the knife on the bottom of the sea.

These Indians had boats which were made of the bark of trees. They
were so light, that an Indian could carry one of them on his shoulder.

The man who used to come to the ship so often, brought his little
girl with him one day. She was not more than six or seven years old.
She had never seen any white men before, and at first she was afraid
of us all. But when she saw that the white folks would not hurt her
any more than the Indians would, she liked us very well, and wanted to
stay with us all the time. The captain showed her his watch, and she
looked at it a long time. She thought she had never seen so strange a
thing before. "Is it alive?" she asked her father. He could not tell
whether it was alive or not, any more than the little girl could.

The captain liked the little girl very well. He wanted to take her
home with him. So he asked her father if his little girl might go a
great way off, where the white men lived. The Indians could not talk
like us. They could talk, but they did not use the same words. The
captain made out to tell the Indian what he wanted, by using signs,
just as he would have done if he had been talking with a deaf and dumb
man. And what do you think the father of that little girl said, when
he knew that the captain wanted to take the girl home with him? If
anybody should ask your father if he would let you go away and never
come back again, you can tell what your father would say. He would
say, "No, I cannot spare my dear little child."