Such was the state of things, when one morning a canoe was seen entering the harbor of Boston, containing a couple of Indians.  They paddled directly up to the wharf, where several persons were standing, looking on, while others were engaged in various employments connected with commerce, and sedately stepping on shore, one of them hauled the canoe upon the beach, beyond the rising of the tide.  This being done, they advanced in the direction of the group of white men.  The one who was evidently the leader, as well from his walking first, (the other stepping in his track,) as well as from the superior richness of his dress, which was the skin of a moose loosely disposed over his shoulders as a robe, and that of a deer divested of its hair, beautifully tanned, and painted in bright colors, for a breech cloth, with the feathers of some bird in his scalp lock; while the garments of his follower were merely deer skins dressed with the hair; pronounced, as soon as they came within about a rod of the white men, the single word “Taranteen,” and then both stopped.  So similar were the dress and general appearance of the Indian tribes to one another, that the eye alone would have been insufficient to detect a difference; but the utterance of the word indicated at once to which one the new comers belonged, and their desire to have it immediately understood.  Various questions were now asked by the curious, who thronged around the savages, but no answer was returned save the word Taranteen, and some words that sounded like an attempt at French.

The gallant Captain Sparhawk, who, to judge from the part he took in the conversation, and the emphasis wherewith he expressed his opinions, was the principal personage present, having exhausted his stock of Spanish, and German, and French phrases which he had picked up in his trading voyages, as well as sundry uncouth sounds it was his pleasure to call Indian, in a vain attempt to make himself understood, at last decided that the only proper course was to take them before the Governor.  At the mention of Winthrop’s name, the Indian’s face was lighted up with a look of intelligence, and he made a motion With his head as though he knew for whom it was intended.

“Do ye see now, my hearties,” cried the gratified Captain, “the ignorant beggar understands me after all.  I mistrusted, from the beginning, that he was only playing ’possum, as they say down in Virginny.  For look ye, ye lubbers, it would be strange if a man who has been buen’ camarada with the Spaniard, and guter Gesell with the Dutchman, and parleywood with Mounseer, and made the weight of his ship in gold for his owners, out of these here salvages, shouldn’t be able to speak their gibberish.  It’s not so hard after all, do ye see, when one gets the weather guage of it.  But here, some o’ ye, gallivant the red skins up to the Governor, (a good enough fellow in his way, I dare say, if he were not so d——­d hard on drinking healths,) with my compliments, with