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way. At any rate, no persuasion on my part, no threats, — 
and I spent at least a couple of hours. in the attempt, rv 
would induce him to get out of his hammock. I was in” ee 
despair ; for there was one heavy load left, and, trusting too 
confidently to my powers of persuasion, i had sent onahea i 
all the other people, among some of whom it might have 
been possible to distribute this extra load. To carry it — 
myself was unfortunately beyond my physical power. To a 
abandon it was equally impossible. The threeoldcrones 
when I had reached that painful state of feeling in which. q 
one recognizes that one is in a difficulty from out of “i 
which there is no way, one of the old women seemed 
to have an idea. I can see vividly now the group of 
these three old witches, as they stood chattering and © 
hatching the idea. It must be confessed that though the 4 
simple fashions of these redfolk, when one’s eye is once 
accustomed, are not unsightly in the case of the younger : 
people, yet in the case of the older people, and especially 
of the old women, they are not becoming, The threeold 
hags standing chattering there make a picture admirable 4 
only for its characteristic ugliness; and an effort was 
needed to see through the physical ugliness to the — 
good intentions. At last a course of aétion to meet " 
the emergency was evidently hit upon. The three 
retired into a perfe€tly dark corner of one of the — 
houses, and soon returned with the most pitiable little 
baby that ever was seen, too ill evidently to have been 
carried away, as all the other children had been, by its — 
mother. ‘The recalcitrant young fellow, who had all the j 
time been lying entirely wrapped up in his hammock, — 
