The black man approached; and conceive my surprise when I heard him cry, in my own language-- "Don't be alarmed, father, it is I, your son Fritz." "Is it possible," said I; "can I believe it?
and Jack?
What have you done with my Jack?
Where is he?
Speak...." Ernest did not ask.

Alas! he knew too well; he had seen with his telescope that it was his dear brother Jack that was in the canoe with the savages; but he had not dared to tell me.

I was in agony.

Fritz, harassed with fatigue, and overwhelmed with grief, sunk down on the ground.
"Oh father!" said he, sobbing, "I dread to appear before you without my brother! I have lost him.

Can you ever forgive your unfortunate Fritz ?" "Oh yes, yes; we are all equally unfortunate," cried I, sinking down beside my son, while Ernest seated himself on the other side to support me.