we steered to the north, intending to go to the cove where Jenkins and his companions were last seen in the boat, in the hope of still finding them alive.

We reached the spot in a day's sail; but the Indians had all removed to some other place to spend the winter, and we could learn no tidings whatever of our companions. We could see nothing of the boat, and we could find no trace that enabled us to form any opinion as to their fate. We fired several cannon, but the wild geese and ducks that rose from the water, seemed to be the only living things that heard the sound. At length we were obliged to leave the place, under the sad conviction that our hearty friend and shipmate, and the two seamen, had found a watery grave.

CHAP. XXI.

THE VESSEL GOES TO NOOTKA. SOMETHING ABOUT JEWITT. ABOUT THE INDIANS. SHOOTING WALRUSES. THE MARQUESAS ISLANDS. EASTER ISLAND.

We now continued to sail to the northward along the coast, and stopped at various places to trade with the Indians. But wherever I went, and whatever I did, Jenkins was still uppermost in my mind. I could not persuade myself that he was dead, and I felt as though I had left my old friend to perish; though it was not in my power to prevent the vessel sailing when she did. We went near Nootka Sound. Some time before, a vessel from Boston had been taken by the Indians there, and the captain and all the crew but two were murdered: we did not like, therefore, to go among these savages. The two individuals of the crew who were not killed,

were named Jewitt and Thompson. They remained in captivity with the Indians for two years. They were at length set free, and taken back to Boston. Jewitt wrote a very interesting book, giving an account of his captivity. I advise you to read this book, if you can find it.

We continued our course to the north, until we began to find large masses of ice in the water. The weather was now extremely cold, and there were few Indians on the coast. Those whom we saw were very short, and looked very much like the people of Lapland, of whom I in Tales of Europe. you, my

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One day we saw several strange animals upon the shore, and some of us went in a boat toward the place. As we came near to them, we saw that they were seahorses or walruses. fired our guns at them, but they were too large to be killed by our bullets. They all scrambled into the water, and disappeared from our view.

The creatures are very common on the northern coasts, and the people who dwell there kill a great many of them for food.

Having now obtained a large quantity of furs, we set sail for China. It was our design to dispose of our furs there for tea, silks, and other goods, and carry them back to Boston. For a long time we sailed in a southerly direction.

Our object was to go near to the Equator, so

that we might take advantage of the trade winds, which here always blow in a westerly direction. Passing a little to the south of the Sandwich islands, we laid our course nearly in a direct line for Canton. I will now tell you about some of the groups of islands which occupy that portion of the Pacific Ocean in which we sailed.

The group of islands called Marquesas, I shall describe first. They are five in number, but none of them are large. The whole number of the people does not exceed fifty thousand. It is admitted by all voyagers, that they are the finest race of savages in the Pacific Ocean. The men are very curiously tattooed. They are as proud of being finely tattooed, as some people are among us of being finely dressed.

Captain Krusenstern, a Russian voyager, went to these islands several years ago, and there he found a Frenchman, tattooed almost like the rest of the natives. How he came there I can