“‘And yet you may again behold my parents, for it is their intention to visit Maryland in a short time.’ Surprise and joy beamed in the countenance of the Indian, and from that hour he continued cheerful, but his greatest present enjoyment arose from the frequent visits of his young friend, to whom he daily became more attached. ’Tis true, the tutor of James disapproved of his spending so much time with one whom he considered an untutored savage, but the warm-hearted boy knew his Indian favorite to be possessed of pure and lofty principles, with noble and generous feelings. “Wiccónsat now mingled once more with the white inhabitants, and pointed out to the inquiring youth whatever was interesting. The remains of the Indian village were still visible, and the few chiefs that visited the town still fondly called it Youcómico. But their tribe had removed to a greater distance, and there was now little communication between them and the colonists. “Several months elapsed and the time drew near when the young Briton expected once more to embrace his parents. They had informed him, by letter, of their intention to embark on board the Huntress, which would sail in two weeks, and nearly a month had passed since the reception of this letter. It was probable then, that they were near the American coast.” Here the narrator paused. “Why do you not proceed?” asked Frank. “Because I think it will be better to finish the story as we return. It grows late, and I wish to gather some little remembrance.” From various parts of the ruins he now selected something to carry with him, and was loading Basil and Luke with similar trophies, who appeared to place little value on them, as they dropped some at every step. At length they returned to the boat, in which they deposited the cumbrous relics, and left the shore. But a new object excited the curiosity of Egerton, and, with a look of entreaty, he turned to his friend. “You have been very patient and kind, dear Frank, and now we are in the boat, let us go a little further up the river! That point above must be the spot on which stood the wigwam of Wiccónsat.” “You will find it a difficult matter to prove that,” returned Frank, “however, we will go.” “It’s a good place for fishing,” said Basil, “and we have a line.” The first object that struck their view on landing at the point, was a collection of half decayed boards. “See here! conviction strong!” cried the delighted Egerton. “Nonsense,” said Frank, “they are the remains of some old fishing hut or flat boat. Indian wigwams are not made of boards.” “How incredulous you are,” returned his friend. “Surely the melancholy chief had been long enough among white men to adopt their materials.” “Very well, shall we load the boat with them as relics?” “You are jesting; but I should really like to rebuild it, if we had time. Where are Basil and Luke?”