Again something like a calm came over my life, and I began to feel hopeful once more.

The next spring you, Lucia, my light and comfort, were born, and from that time I had double cause both for hope and fear.

The birth of a daughter, however, is no cause of joy to an Indian father; if you had been a boy you would have been (or so I fancy) far less consolation to me, but to Christian you would have been more welcome.

He was with me when you were born, but the very next day he left the island for three or four weeks, and from the time of his next return all my former sufferings recommenced.

Often in terror for your life, I carried you to Mary Wanita and implored her to keep you until your father was gone; and even in his absence I scarcely dared to fall asleep with you in my arms, lest he should come in unexpectedly and snatch you from me.
"When you were about a year old Mr.Strafford married.