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just before me. But that which astonished him most, was to know how I killed the other Indian so far off; so, pointing to him, he made signs to me to let him go to him .; so I bade him go, as well as I could. When he came to him, he stood like one amazed, looking at him, turning him first on one side, then on the other, looked at the wound the bullet had made, which, it seems, was just in his breast, where it had made a hole, and no great quantity of blood had followed; but he had bled inwardly, for he was quite dead.

12. He took up his bow and arrows, and came back; so I turned to go away, and beckoned him to follow me, making signs to him that more might come after them. Upon this, he made signs to me that he should bury them with sand, that they might not be seen by the rest, if they followed; and so I made signs to him again to do so. He fell to work; and in an instant, he had scraped a hole in the sand with his hands, big enough to bury the first in, and then dragged him into it, and covered him; and did so by the other also: I believe he had buried them both in a quarter of an hour.

13. Then calling him away, I carried him, not to my castle, but quite away to my cave, on the farther part of the island. Here I gave him bread and a bunch of raisins to eat, and a draught of water, which I found he was indeed in great distress for, by his running; and having refreshed him, I made signs for him to go and lie down to sleep, showing him to a place where I had laid some rice straw, and a blanket upon it, which I used to sleep upon myself sometimes; so the poor creature lay down, and went to sleep.

14. He was a comely, handsome fellow, perfectly wellmade, with straight, strong limbs, not too large, tall, and well shaped; and, as I reckon, about twenty-six years of age. He had a very good countenance, not a fierce and surly aspect, but seemed to have something very manly in his face; and yet he had all the sweetness and softness of a European in his countenance too, especially when he smiled. His hair was long and black, not curled like wool; his forehead very high and large; and a great vivacity and sparkling sharpness in his eyes.

15. The color of his skin was not quite black, but very

tawny; and yet not an ugly, yellow, nauseous tawny, as the Brazilians and Virginians, and other natives of America are, but of a bright kind of a dun olive color, that had in it something very agreeable, though not very easy to describe. His face was round and plump; his nose small, not flat like the negroes; a very good mouth, thin lips, and his fine teeth well set, and as white as ivory.

16. After he had slumbered, rather than slept, about half an hour, he awoke again, and came out of the cave to me, for I had been milking my goats, which I had in the inclosure just by when he espied me, he came running to me, laying himself down again upon the ground, with all the possible signs of an humble, thankful disposition, making a great many antic gestures to show it. At last, he lays his head. flat upon the ground, close to my foot, and sets my other foot upon his head, as he had done before; and after this, made all the signs to me of subjection, servitude, and submission, imaginable, to let me know how he would serve me so long as he lived.

17. I understood him in many things, and let him know I was very well pleased with him. In a little time I began to speak to him, and teach him to speak to me; and, first, I let him know his name should be FRIDAY, which was the day I saved his life; I called him so for the memory of the time. I likewise taught him to say Master; and then let him know that was to be my name: I likewise taught him to say Yes and No, and to know the meaning of them. I gave him some milk in an earthen pot, and let him see me drink it before him, and sop my bread in it; and gave him a cake of bread to do the like, which he quickly complied with, and made signs that it was very good for him.

18. I kept there with him all that night; but as soon as it was day, I beckoned to him to come with me, and let him know I would give him some clothes; at which he seemed very glad, for he was stark naked. As we went by the place where he had buried the two men, he pointed exactly to the place, and showed me the marks that he had made to find them again, making signs to me that we should dig them up again, and eat them.

19. At this I appeared very angry, expressed my ab

horrence of it, made as if I would vomit at the thoughts of it, and beckoned with my hand to him to come away; which he did immediately, with great submission. I then led him up to the top of the hill, to see if his enemies were gone; and pulling out my glass, I looked, and saw plainly the place where they had been, but no appearance of them or their canoes; so that it was plain they were gone, and had left their two comrades behind them, without any search after them.

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XXX. THE HUMAN MIND.

W. C. BRYANT.

1. The human mind-that lofty thing!
The palace and the throne,

Where reason sits a sceptered king,

And breathes his judgment tone.
Oh! who with silent step shall trace
The borders of that haunted place,
Nor in his weakness own,
That mystery and marvel bind
That lofty thing-the human mind!

2. The human heart-that restless thing!
The tempter and the tried;
The joyous, yet the suffering-

The source of pain and pride;
The gorgeous-thronged-the desolate,
The seat of love, the lair of hate-
Self-strong, and self-defied!

Yet do we bless thee as thou art,
Thou restless thing-the human heart!

3. The human soul-that startling thing!
Mysterious and sublime!

The angel sleeping on the wing
Worn by the scoffs of time-
The beautiful, the veiled, the bound,
The earth-enslaved, the glory-crown'd,
The stricken in its prime!

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From heaven in tears to earth it stole,
That startling thing-the human soul!

4. And is this man

-Oh! ask of him,

The gifted and forgiven

When o'er his vision, drear and dim,
The wrecks of time are driven-

If pride or passion in their power,
Can chain the tide, or charm the hour,
Or stand in place of heaven!

He bends the brow, he bows the knee-
"God, Creator to none but thee!"

XXXI.-OUTWARD BOUND.

EMILY C. JUDSON.

1. Hurra, hurra, how gayly we ride! How the ship careers! How she leaps! How gracefully she bends! How fair her white wings! How trim her hull! How slim her tall taper masts! What a beautiful dancing fairy! Up from my narrow shelf in the close cabin have I crept for the first time since we loosed cable and swung out upon the tide, and every drop of blood in my veins jostles its neighbor drop exultingly, for here is sublimity unrivaled.

2. The wild, shifting, restless sea, with its playful waves chasing one another laughingly, ever and anon leaping up, shivering themselves by the force of their own mad impulse, and descending again in a shower of pearls; the soft azure curvature of the sky shutting down upon its outer rim as though we were fairly caged between blue and blue; and the ship, the gallant ship, plowing her own path in the midst, bearing human souls upon her tremulous breast, with her white wings high in air and her feet in the grave. And then the tumult, the creaking of cordage, the dash of waters, and the howling of winds-" the wind and the sea roaring!"

3. I have felt my heart swell and my blood tingle in my veins when I stood in the silent forests of Alderbrook, and I

have looked up at the solemn old trees in awe mingled with strange delight; the awe and delight have both deepened at the blaze of the lightning and bellowing of the thunder amid the wild echoing rocks of Astonroga, and now, in this strange uproar, they come upon my heart and make it bound like the arrow from the bended bow. The trees were the temples built by the Almighty for his worship, and there is something awfully beautiful in their shadows; the lightnings "go and say unto Him, here we are!" and "He shut up the sea with doors and made the cloud the garment thereof, and thick darkness the swaddling band for it."

4. And here, as I stand poised upon the wild elements, I feel myself near, very near, to the only Protector who has a hand to save, and in the hollow of that all-powerful hand I rest in perfect security. God, my God, I go forth at thy bidding; and, in the words of thine own inspired poet, "Thou art my buckler, the horn of my salvation, and my high tower." The sea can not separate Thee from me, the darkness of midnight can not hide thy face, nor can the raging of the storm drown thy still small voice. My heart leaps joyfully as I trust in Thee.

5. On, brave little wrestler with the elements! On, right gallantly! I love the bounding, the dashing, and the roaring, and my heart shall know no faltering while my "Father is at the helm."

6. Hurra! Gallantly ride we in this skeleton ship, while the sunlight glints gayly on white bare mast and slender spar. Gallantly ride we over wave and hollow, over foam and rainbow; now perched upon the white ridge, poising doubtfully and trembling like a frightened steed; now plunging down, down into the measureless trough which seems yawning to engulf us forever.

7. Wildly blows the gale, more and more wildly bound the mighty billows, with a roaring as though all the monsters of the deep were swarming around us. But not so. Neither the wide mouth of the shark, the brown back of the porpoise, nor the spouting nostril of the whale is visible; the brilliant dolphin in his opal jacket has retreated to his own haunts below the storm, and the little "Portuguese man-of-war” has drawn in the pink and purple fringes of his silver sail, and

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