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every exertion was made for that purpose, though negotiations and threatenings were alternately employed, little more than the principal part of his bones (and that with great difficulty) could be procured. By the possession of them, our navigators were enabled to perform the last offices of their eminent and unfortunate commander. The bones, having been put into a coffin, and the service being read over them, were committed to the deep, on the 21st, with the usual military honors. What were the feelings of the companies of both the ships, on this occasion, must be left to the world to conceive; for those who were present know that it is not in the power of any pen to express them.

that happened between us their petty | Cook could not be recovered. For, though thefts were generally overlooked, but sometimes slightly punished; the boat, which they at last ventured to take away, was an object of no small magnitude to people in our situation, who could not possibly replace her, and therefore not slightly to be given up. We had no other chance of recovering her, but by getting the person of the king into our possession: on our attempting to do that, the natives became alarmed for his safety, and naturally opposed those whom they deemed his enemies. In the sudden conflict that ensued, we had the unspeakable misfortune of losing our excellent commander, in the manner already related. It is in this light the affair has always appeared to me as entirely accidental, and not in the least owing to any previous offence received, or jealousy of our second visit entertained by the natives.

"Pareah seems to have been the principal instrument in bringing about this fatal disaster. We learned afterwards, that it was he who had employed some people to steal the boat: the king did not seem to be privy to it, or even apprised of what had happened, till Captain Cook landed.

A SONG OF WINTER.

[Frances H. Greene (whose maiden name was Whipple), an American prose and poetical writer, was born in Smithfield, R. I., in 1805, died in California in 1875. Educated in Providence, she married an artist in 1842, in which year she printed anony

mously several writings in behalf of the Dorr rebellion in Rhode Island. In 1848 she was editor of The Young

Lady's Journal in New York. Her poems are numer ous, and include Songs of the Winds and Nanuntenoo, a

Her prose writings

Legend of the Narragansetts, which are marked by ener-
gy and close observation of nature.
include Memoir of Eleanor Eldridge (1843); Might and
Right: a History of the Dorr Rebellion (1844); aud Shah-

mah in Pursuit of Freedom (1858).]

His gathering mantle of fleecy snow

The winter-king wrapped around him,
And flashing with ice-wrought gems below
Was the regal zone that bound him.
He went abroad in his kingly state,
By the poor man's door, by the palace-gate.
Then his minstrel winds, on either hand

"It was generally remarked that, at first, the Indians showed great resolution in facing our fire-arms; but it was entirely owing to ignorance of their effect. They thought that their thick mats would defend them from a ball, as well as from a stone; but being soon convinced of their error, yet still at a loss to account how such execution was done among them, they had recourse to a stratagem, which, though it answered no other purpose, served to show their ingenuity and quickness of invention. Observing the flashes of the muskets, they naturally concluded that water would counteract their effect, and therefore, very sagaciously, dipped their mats, or armor, in the sea, just as they came on to face our people; but finding this last resource to fail them, they soon dispersed, and left the beach entirely And they sang a song in their deep, loud voice clear. It was an object they never neglected, even at the greatest hazard, to carry off their slain; a custom probably owing to the barbarity with which they treat the dead body of an enemy,,a and the trophies they make of his bones.' In consequence of this barbarity of disposition, the whole remains of Captain

The music of frost-days humming,
Flew fast before him through all the land,
Crying, "Winter-winter is coming!"

That made the heart of their king rejoice;

For it spake of strength and it told of power,
And the mighty will that moved him—
Of all the joys of the fireside hour,

And the gentle hearts that loved him-
Of affections sweetly interwrought
With the play of wit and the flow of thought.

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