"No angry!" says he, repeating the words several times; "why send Friday home away to my nation ?" "Why," says I, "Friday, did not you say you wished you were there ?" "Yes, yes," says he, "wish we both there; no wish Friday there, no master there." In a word, he would not think of going there without me.

"I go there, Friday ?" says I; "what shall I do there ?" He turned very quick upon me at this.

"You do great deal much good," says he; "you teach wild mans be good, sober, tame mans; you tell them know God, pray God, and live new life." "Alas, Friday!" says I, "thou knowest not what thou sayest; I am but an ignorant man myself." "Yes, yes," says he, "you teachee me good, you teachee them good." "No, no, Friday," says I, "you shall go without me; leave me here to live by myself, as I did before." He looked confused again at that word; and running to one of the hatchets which he used to wear, he takes it up hastily, and gives it to me.

"What must I do with this ?" says I to him.
"You take kill Friday," says he.

"What must kill you for ?" said I again.
He returns very quick--"What you send Friday away for?
Take kill Friday, no send Friday away." This he spoke so earnestly that I saw tears stand in his eyes.