These Indians had boats which were made of the bark of trees.  They were so light, that an Indian could carry one of them on his shoulder.

The man who used to come to the ship so often, brought his little girl with him one day.  She was not more than six or seven years old.  She had never seen any white men before, and at first she was afraid of us all.  But when she saw that the white folks would not hurt her any more than the Indians would, she liked us very well, and wanted to stay with us all the time.  The captain showed her his watch, and she looked at it a long time.  She thought she had never seen so strange a thing before.  “Is it alive?” she asked her father.  He could not tell whether it was alive or not, any more than the little girl could.

The captain liked the little girl very well.  He wanted to take her home with him.  So he asked her father if his little girl might go a great way off, where the white men lived.  The Indians could not talk like us.  They could talk, but they did not use the same words.  The captain made out to tell the Indian what he wanted, by using signs, just as he would have done if he had been talking with a deaf and dumb man.  And what do you think the father of that little girl said, when he knew that the captain wanted to take the girl home with him?  If anybody should ask your father if he would let you go away and never come back again, you can tell what your father would say.  He would say, “No, I cannot spare my dear little child.”

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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.