I gave the squaws biscuits and beef, and one of them gave me several lumps of tallow in exchange, and I think it worth mentioning that she did not offer me the smallest pieces, but with some extra trouble handed me the largest of all the pieces in the canoe.

No Christian could have done more.

Before pushing off from the sloop the cunning savage asked for matches, and made as if to reach with the end of his spear the box I was about to give him; but I held it toward him on the muzzle of my rifle, the one that "kept on shooting." The chap picked the box off the gun gingerly enough, to be sure, but he jumped when I said, "Quedao [Look out]," at which the squaws laughed and seemed not at all displeased.

Perhaps the wretch had clubbed them that morning for not gathering mussels enough for his breakfast.

There was a good understanding among us all.
From Charles Island the _Spray_ crossed over to Fortescue Bay, where she anchored and spent a comfortable night under the lee of high land, while the wind howled outside.