She and her companions wore short petticoats and a kind of tippet on their shoulders.

Their hair was jet black, but instead of being long, was short and curly,--though not woolly--somewhat like the hair of a young boy.

While we gazed with interest and some anxiety at these poor creatures, the big chief advanced to one of the elder females and laid his hand upon the child.

But the mother shrank from him, and clasping the little one to her bosom, uttered a wail of fear.

With a savage laugh, the chief tore the child from her arms and tossed it into the sea.