CHAPTER X.
"Mr.Strafford had been some little time on the island before he saw me.
I had seen him, however, and I dare say you will understand how the expression of his face, the honest, manly, kindly look you have often admired, filled me with indescribable consolation, for I felt that there would be near me, in future, a countryman on whose counsel and help I could rely, if I should be driven to extremity.

I waited without any impatience for the visit which he was sure to pay me.

Mary, my best friend, had lately married a young Indian, who had spent much of his life among Europeans, and who was now employed by Mr.Strafford to teach him the Ojibway language, and, in the meantime, to act as interpreter for him.

Through Mary and her husband, Henry Wanita, I knew he would hear of me and be sure to seek me out.

I was right; he came one day when I was, as usual, alone, and before he left I had told him as much of my story as I could tell to any one, except to you.