son Friday was), the tears ran down his face, and the poor soul
was as sad as could be. "No, no," said he, "no more, no, no
more."

As we caught sight of some men at the top of the hill, I gave
word to fire three guns, to show that we were friends, and soon
we saw smoke rise from the side of the creek. I then went on
shore in a boat, with the priest and Friday, and hung out a white
flag of peace. The first man I cast my eyes on at the creek, was
my old friend Carl, who, when I was last on the isle, had been
brought here in bonds.

I gave strict charge to the men in the boat not to go on shore,
but Friday could not be kept back, for with his quick eye he had
caught sight of old Jaf. It brought the tears to our eyes to see
his joy when he met the old man. He gave him a kiss, took him up
in his arms, set him down in the shade, then stood a short way
off to look at him, as one would look at a work of art, then felt
him with his hand, and all this time he was in full talk, and
told him, one by one, all the strange tales of what he had seen
since they had last met.

As to my friend Carl, he came up to me, and with much warmth
shook my hands, and then took me to my old house, which he now
gave up to me. I could no more have found the place, than if I
had not been there at all. The rows of trees stood so thick and
close, that the house could not be got at, save by such blind
ways as none but those who made them could find out. "Why have
you built all these forts?" said I. Carl told me that he felt
sure I should say there was much need of them, when I heard how