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But the Indian said, "Yes, give me some money, and you can take my
little girl, and carry her away with you. I have got more girls in my
house." The little Indian girl wanted to go with us, so the captain
gave her father some money, and when the ship sailed, he took her
along with him. But the poor Indian girl did not live till our ship
got home. She was taken very sick, and died. We all felt very bad
when she left us. We had taught her a great many things. She could
read a little. She knew all her letters, and could spell out such easy
words as there are in your little primers and picture books. She did
not know any thing about God, and Christ, and heaven, before she came
to the ship. But some of us told her about them. She was glad to hear
about them. Oh, how her bright eyes did sparkle when she heard that
Christ came into the world, and died for such little girls as she! How
happy it made her, to think that He loved her! By and by, she used to
pray every night, when she went to bed. I taught her to say that sweet
little prayer which you know so well, and love so well:

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep:
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Oh, I was very sorry when our little Anna died! We called her Anna.
She had another name at home, but we liked Anna better than we did
her old name. I was very sorry when she died, and we were all sorry.

[Illustration: The Fishermen.]