reciprocated by mine towards him. What age I was at the time my
mother died, I know not, but I had some faint recollection of one who
treated me with kindness and caresses, and these recollections became
more forcible in my dreams, when I saw a figure very different from
that of my companion (a female figure) hanging over me or leading me
by the hand. How I used to try to continue those dreams, by closing
my eyes again after I had woke up! And yet I knew not that they had
been brought about by the dim recollection of my infancy; I knew not
that the figure that appeared to me was the shadow of my mother; but
I loved the dreams because I was treated kindly in them.

But a change took place by the hand of Providence. One day, after we
had just laid in our yearly provision of sea birds, I was busy
arranging the skins of the old birds, on the flat rock, for my annual
garment, which was joined together something like a sack, with holes
for the head and arms to pass through; when, as I looked to seaward,
I saw a large white object on the water.

"Look, master," said I, pointing towards it.

"A ship, a ship!" cried my companion.

"Oh," thought I, "that is a ship; I recollect that he said they came
here in a ship." I kept my eyes on her, and she rounded to.

"Is she alive?" inquired I.

"You're a fool," said the man; "come and help me to pile up this
wood that we may make a signal to her. Go and fetch some water and
throw on it, that there may be plenty of smoke. Thank God, I may