There were no boards from which to fashion a coffin, so they wrapped the
unknown in an old sail, and that evening, when the western sky was aglow
with color buried him in the grave Abel had made. And over the grave
Abel read in Eskimo a chapter from the Testament, and said a prayer, and
to the doleful accompaniment of lapping waves upon the shore he and Mrs.
Abel sang, in Eskimo, one of the old hymns for, as Christians, they must
needs give the stranger a Christian burial, the only service they could
render him.

Abel and his wife looked upon the advent of the little boy as a Divine
blessing. They firmly believed that God had sent him to them to increase
their happiness, and they lavished upon him all the love and affection
of their simple hospitable natures. They were deeply solicitous for his
health, and responding to gentle care the fever quickly left him, for he
was, naturally, a strong and well-developed child.

They understood few words of English, but they soon discovered that the
boy called himself "Bobby," and Bobby was accepted as his name. Bobby,
on his part, spoke English indifferently, and of all other tongues and
especially the Eskimo tongue, he was wholly ignorant. At that period of
his life it was quite immaterial to him, indeed, what language he spoke
so long as the language served to make his wants known; and he began to
acquire an Eskimo vocabulary sufficient for his immediate needs, and his
efforts in this direction afforded his foster parents a vast deal of
pleasure.

Mrs. Abel Zachariah, considering the clothing Bobby wore quite too fine
for ordinary use, and unsuited to the climate and the conditions of his
new surroundings and life, fashioned for him a suit of coarse but warmer
fabric. When this was finished to her liking she dressed him in it, and