hut. On the walls, on pegs, hung a number of baskets, of different
sizes--some finished, and some in an unfinished condition.

The Recluse, upon leaving his guest, proceeded to the west side of
the little island, and cast a searching glance in every direction,
to ascertain if any one were in sight. No boat was visible, and he
immediately retraced his steps.

Noiselessly he stole back to the couch of his guest, whom he found
apparently asleep, though, in truth, the slumber was simulated out
of deference to the anxieties of the old man. Several times he passed
backwards and forwards from the chamber to the door before he had the
satisfaction to find the object of his search. At length, a canoe was
discovered coming up the river, containing two persons, who, on nearer
approach, were seen to be Indians, a man and a woman, belonging to
the remnant of a tribe, lingering about their ancient hunting-grounds
along the banks of the river. The game, indeed, that once abounded in
the woods, had disappeared, and the blue stream and swelling hills,
and green plains, and intrusive industry and increasing villages of
the whites, but reminded them of present weakness and former power.
But, the sensibility to degradation was blunted. They had, gradually,
become assimilated to their condition; the river abounded in shell and
other fish; they could maintain existence, scanty and mean though
it was, and they preferred this certainty to the nobler, but more
precarious life of the Western tribes. As the canoe approached, the
Recluse beckoned with his hand, and the bow was turned towards the
islet.

"Welcome, Esther," he said, "goest thou to the town?"