After half an hour's walk, the missionary told us we were now near our good friends.

I saw no sign of a habitation, nothing but trees and rocks; at last I saw a light smoke among the trees, and at that moment Francis, who had been watching, ran to meet us.
"Mamma is expecting you," said he, showing us the way through a grove of shrubs, thick enough to hide entirely the entrance into a kind of grotto; we had to stoop to pass into it.

It resembled much the entrance of the bear's den, which we found in the remote part of our island.

A mat of rushes covered the opening, yet permitted the light to penetrate it.

Francis removed the matting, calling-- "Mamma, here we are!" A lady, apparently about twenty-even years of age, of mild and pleasing appearance, came forward to meet me.