by this stream was possessed by a small tribe of Indians, which has long since become extinct, or incorporated with some other Three or four hundred yards from savage nation of the west. where the stream discharges itself in the Hudson, a white family,

of the name of Stacy, had established itself in a log house, by tacit

permission of the tribe, to

whom Stacy had made himself

useful by a variety of little arts, highly estimated by the savages.

In particular, a friendship existed between him and an old Indian, called

Naoman, who had often came to his house and partook

The Indians never forgive injuries nor forget The family consisted of Stacy, his wife, and two

of his hospitality. benefits.

children, a boy and a girl, the former five, and the latter three,

years old.

" One

day Naoman came to Stacy's hut in his absence, lighted He looked very serious, sometimes sat down.

a pipe, and

sighed very deeply, but said not a word. if he was sick. him what was the matter

Stacy's wife asked

He shook his head, and soon went The next day but said nothing, away. sighed, he came again and behaved in the same manner.

Stacy's wife

began to think strange of this, and related it to her husband, who advised her to urge the old man to an explanation, the next Accordingly, when he repeated his visit, the day At last the old she was more importunate than usual. * I am a red man, and the pale faces are our ene Indian said time he came. after,