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The visitors were now returning home, and the chief who had 

 captured little Henry Morton, being a little in advance of his party, 

 had approached nearer the settlement than the rest of them, and had 

 thus fallen in with the little boy, whom he determined to carry home 

 as a present to his youngest wife, whom he had just married, and 

 of whom he was very fond. 



The young wife was very much pleased with her acquisition, and 

 named him Mah-to-chee-go, (the little bear.) Henry at first cried a 

 great deal for his father and home, but after a long time, when he 

 had learned to speak the Indian language, and forgotten the Eng- 

 lish, he likewise forgot his home, in a great measure. He called the 

 chief his father, and the young Indian woman his mother, and they 

 called him their son. He learned to shoot, to fish, and to swim, as 

 well as any of the Indian lads ; and by constant exposure to all sorts 

 of weather, he at last acquired very nearly the same complexion as 

 those around him. 



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Years passed on, and the settlement at Plymouth was no longer 

 the only one in Massachusetts. The hand of the Lord had pros- 

 pered his servants, and they were now in a prosperous and happy 

 condition. 



Plymouth had increased considerably in population, although many 

 of the first pilgrims had been taken from them. Mr. Morton had 

 become an old man, for twenty years had passed over his head since 

 he left England, and the hardships to which he had since been ex- 

 posed had left their marks upon him. Ponto was also alive, though 

 twenty years is a great age for a dog, and Ponto was now very in- 

 firm and decrepid ; but Mr. Morton had him still carefully taken 

 care of, for the sake of the son whom he believed to be lost for- 

 ever. 



The colonists were on very bad terms with the Indians, who were 

 naturally indignant at the encroaching disposition evinced by the 

 former, and the battles, or rather skirmishes, between them, were 

 very frequent. During one of these fights several Indian prisoners 

 were taken and brought to Plymouth for trial. They were placed 

 in the jail for security, and many of the inhabitants went to see 

 them. Among these visitors was Mr. Morton, who never neglected 



