He seemed to be between 30 and 40 years old, was jolly, and had a thoughtful countenance, much marked by the smallpox.

He wore a string of bits of dried reed round his neck, which I asked him to exchange for a black stock.

He smiled at the proposal, but made no offer of what I wanted; which our young friend, Imeerawanyee, observing, flew to him, and taking off the necklace, directly fixed it about my neck.

I feared he would be enraged, but he bore it with serenity, and suffered a gentleman present to fasten his black stock upon him, with which he appeared to be pleased.

To increase his satisfaction, some other trifle was given to him.
Having remained here an hour we went in quest of Baneelon, agreeably to the directions which his companions pointed out.