n board. These he laid at the feet of the Indians and
pointed to the boy's map on the sand. The red men pulled charred sticks
from the fire and drew on the paper offered the full coast line, so far
as they knew, even to the Merrimac River with its impeding sandbars, then
not even heard of by white men.

By the time the French had started for their vessel Jacques had become
sure that the many stories he had heard of the fierceness of the Indians
were not entirely true, for already he had found an Indian boy a good
companion. Instead of thrusting his knife into his scalp, he followed the
example of his leaders and laid it at Nonowit's feet. The little
red-skin, pleased with his gift, instinctively offered to Jacques his bow
and arrows. These the French lad safely tucked away for Raoul, now
thinking it a much finer gift than many scalps.

Monsieur Champlain was even more pleased than Jacques to carry to his
countrymen so true a map of the coast of the New World, though at that
time he did not know it was to be the map of New England, nor that he had
landed on the New Hampshire shore.

VISITORS FROM ENGLAND.

Eleven years passed and Nonowit was a grown Indian who knew the forest
lands along the Piscataqua and the rocky turns of the coast. But in all
this time he had not forgotten the two strange experiences of his
boyhood: a sailing vessel, seen in the river, and later the meeting of
white men face to face. Never did his eye run along the ocean horizon
without thought of those white-winged sails.

One morning in May, 1614, Nonowit paddled miles from the shore and pulled
his canoe upon the rocks of a small island, the largest of a group that
could be seen from the coast. Leaving his bark in safety, he crossed to
the opposite shore of the island, where he first laid sticks for a fire
and then threw out his line for a fish. A full catch held his attention
until the tide had risen to an unusual height. Suddenly he thought of his
canoe. He hastened over the rocks to find it far afloat. There he was
left alone on the island with only the fish of the ocean for food and the
sky to cover his head. That day and the next he watched for a stray
canoe. On the morning of the third day, as he scanned the ocean to the
East, he discerned a distant white speck.

Slowly it shaped itself, and he realized that once again he was watching
the approach of a white man's vessel. It seemed to be heading for his
very island. Nonowit watc