Oh! Truey, what a fine tree yon is! Look! nuts as big as my head, I declare.

Bless me, sis! how are we to knock some, of them down ?" And so the children conversed, both delighted with the new scenes around them.
Although all the young people were inclined to be happy, yet they were checked in their expression of it, by observing that there was a cloud on the brow of their father.

He had seated himself under the great tree, but his eyes were upon the ground, as though he were busy with painful reflections.

All of them noticed this.
His reflections were, indeed, painful--they could not well have been otherwise.

There was but one course left for him--to return to the settlements, and begin life anew.