age down the coast, attended by
the man who lies yonder, an American, named Perry, a native of
Baltimore, who, it afterwards transpired, fled from that city, having
killed an opponent in a political quarrel.

"Albert Perry was well educated, bold, and politic, and he formed a
friendship with my father which ended only with life, and, as I believe,
served him but too faithfully through good and ill, until death broke
the bond between two men who were not fitted to lead the comparatively
calm, eventless life which the laws of society, and the wants of the
many prescribe to all; under penalty of social ostracism to the few who
scorn to be fettered by a multitude of social conventionalities.

"With this man as mate, and a crew of four Esquimaux, my father found
himself, in July, in one of the little harbors, on the Newfoundland
shore, of the Straits of Belle Isle. The night was dark, but calm, and
at about ten he retired, to be awakened an hour later by Perry.

"'Come on deck, captain; there's something going on up in the mountains
yonder that I cannot make out.'

"My father, already half dressed, was soon upon deck, and found the
whole crew on the after-deck, gazing eagerly at the hills, which,
covered with forest, surrounded the low land at the head of the bay.
Near the summit of the highest, a fire of large size had been kindled,
and lit up the dark sky above it, and the tops of the surrounding trees,
with a deep crimson glow, while from time to time unearthly and savage
cries were borne on the night air to the ears of the wondering voyagers.

"'Have you any idea what that means, captain?' asked the American.

"'What do you say, Krasippe?' said my father, addressing a
huge-shouldered Esquimaux, grizzled and scarred, who had followed his
fortunes from Greenland, and knew all the lore of his wandering
brethren of the Labrador coast.

"'Me tink it red Injin. Have dance; deer now come north. Marcus
Jungsten, down at Hopedale, tell me he see such ting five year ago.'

"'But the red Indians are all dead, captain,' said Perry, who had spent
a year or two on the coast, and heard many stories of the unconquerable
ferocity and final extinction of that strange race--the aborigines of
Newfoundland.

"'Such, indeed, is _said_ to be the case, but I have met several who
have seen and heard similar things, such as we hear and see to-night,
and they refer them to the presence of remnants of that savage and
solitary race. I shal