had left on the rocks.

When I returned, with my arms full, I found that he had put them on, and
his other clothes were beside him. "I feel more like a Christian now,"
said he.

"A Christian," said I, "what is that?"

"I will tell you by-and-bye. It is what I have not been for a long,
long while," replied he. "Now, what have you brought this time?"

"Here," said I, "what is this?"

"This is a roll of duck, to make into frocks and trousers," replied he.
"That is bees'-wax." He then explained to me all the tools,
sailing-needles, fish-hooks, and fishing-lines, some sheets of
writing-paper, and two pens, I had brought up with me. "All these are
very valuable," said he, after a pause, "and would have added much to
our comfort, if I had not been blind."

"There are more things yet," said I; "I will go and fetch them."

This time I replaced the remaining articles, and brought up the chest.
It was a heavy load to carry up the rocks, and I was out of breath when
I arrived and set it down on the cabin floor.

"Now I have the whole of them," said I. "Now, what is this?"

"That is a spy-glass--but, alas! I am blind--but I will show you how to
use it, at all events."

"Here are two books," said I.

"Give them to me," said he, "and let me feel them. This one is a Bible,
I am quite sure by its shape, and the other is, I think, a Prayer-book."

"What is a Bible, and what is a Prayer-book?" replied I.

"The Bible is the word of God, and the Prayer-book teaches us how to
pray to him."

"But who is God? I have often heard you say, `O God!' and `God damn'--
but who is he?"

"I will tell you to-night, before we go to sleep," replied Jackson,
gravely.

"Very well, I shall remind you. I have found a little box inside the
chest, and it is full of all manner of little things--strings and
sinews."

"Let me feel them."

I put a bundle into his hand.

"These are needles and thread for making and mending clothes--they will
be useful by-and-bye."

At last the whole contents of the chest were overhauled and explained.
I could not well comprehend the glass bottles, or how they were made,
but I put them, with the pannikins, and everything else, very carefully
into the chest again, and hauled the chest to the further end of the
cabin, out of the way. Before we went to bed that night, Jackson had to
explain to me who God was, but as it was only the commencement of
several conversations on the subject, I shall not a