ed, and the storms
beat upon the island, and it was disjointed and became two islands. To
a high cliff, upon the eastern side of this same Tuckanuck, Moshup
conducted Hiwassee, his daughter, her lover, and a great crowd of
other Indians, who followed to see what wonderful feat he would
perform. Being arrived, he sat down upon the ground, and commenced his
charm. First he dug a great hole in the earth, into which he threw
many heated stones, the while muttering many words, which no one but
himself understood. Then he filled his pipe with tobacco, kindling it
with the rays from a flash of lightning. When this was done, he bowed
once to the rising sun, twice to the North Star, blew thrice in a
conch-shell, muttered more unintelligible words, and commenced smoking
at a great rate. In a few minutes it was as dark as the darkest night,
and a terrible tempest arose. The thunders rolled awfully, the
lightnings flashed, the rains poured down, and abundance of voices
were heard in the east, puffing and blowing as of men in great labour.
Presently there was a hissing sound, like that of live embers dropped
into water--Moshup had emptied his pipe. There now came up a strong
wind from the west, which, gradually dispersing the smoke he had
created, displayed to their view a low dark something in the east. It
was the promised island--the ashes from Moshup's pipe. The couple upon
whom Moshup bestowed this island gave it the name of Nantucket, and
such it bears at this day.

I have no more to say.

NOTE.

(1) _Loved each other with the truest affection._--p. 327.

It has been the practice to accuse American Indians of great coldness
of temper, and to represent them as incapable of sincere and permanent
attachment. It is a mistake. It is true that on the part of the males
all expressions of affection are repressed, from the belief that the
display of any passion or emotion inflicts deep and indelible disgrace
upon a man, especially if he is a warrior. This is the mere result of
education, and proves nothing. It is certain that the females, whom
the tyranny of opinion does not bind in this respect, are full of
tenderness and assiduity. The story of Pocahontas is too well known to
be repeated. When Mr. Nutall was with the Osages, he was near
witnessing a tragical termination to a trifling dispute, from the
belief of an Indian wife that harm was intended to her husband. She
had been several years married to a French hunter, living wi