disappointed. He found a fisherman making preparations to cast off
his boat, who cheerfully consented to convey him to the place of
destination. Mr. Armstrong jumped into the boat, and, the wind
favoring, they rapidly scudded down the stream.

The fisherman, a fine, frank fellow, of some thirty years of age, to
whom Mr. Armstrong was well known, at least, by reputation,
although the recognition was not mutual, endeavored to engage him
in conversation, but without effect. Although answering politely any
questions, he made no remarks in return, and the conversation soon
languished for want of material to support it. Poor Josiah Sill,
finding his social qualities not appreciated, soon himself relapsed
into silence, wondering what could induce his companion to seek
Holden, and connecting his reserve in some mysterious way with the
visit. Finding the silence not altogether agreeable, Josiah finally
burst out with "Yankee Doodle," which he amused himself with whistling
together with some other favorite tunes, until they reached the
island. As they approached they caught a glimpse of Holden entering
the house, and Josiah landed his passenger, promising to call for him
on his return in the afternoon, though Armstrong expressed a doubt
whether he should remain so long.

"If you ain't here, there won't be no harm done," said the
good-natured fellow, "and it won't take a minute to stop."

Mr. Armstrong having thanked him and wished him success, advanced to
the cabin.

He found Holden in the outer room, engaged in his usual employment,
when at home, of weaving baskets. A large quantity of prepared