With what delight did I recognize my child.

He was naked above the waist, and wore a little tunic of woven leaves, which reached to his knees, a necklace and bracelets of shells, and a variety of coloured feathers mingled with his bright curls; one of these fell over his face, and doubtless prevented him from seeing us.

The chief seemed much engaged with him, and continually took some ornament from his own dress to decorate him.
"It is my child!" said I, in great terror, to Mr.Willis, "my dearest and youngest! They have taken him from his mother.

What must be her grief! He is her Benjamin--the child of her love.

Why have they taken him?
Why have they adorned him in this manner?
Why have they brought him here ?" "Have no fear," said the missionary; "they will do him no harm.