When about an eighth of a mile from
the land, he got into his small boat,
and rowed ashore. Jerry, with bare
legs, ran into the water to meet him,
jumped into his arms, and gave him a
kiss. Mary with baby in her arms,
followed by Paul waving his hat, ran
eagerly to greet him.
"But where's mother?" asked John
Payson, after he had embraced all his
little ones more than once.
"Mother's gone to the village after
news," replied Mary.
They had not been seated long in
their little house, when Paul raised the
cry, "Mother's coming 1" John Payson
stepped behind the door, and hid, mo
tioning to the children to keep quiet
Mother came in, looking very sad. "Not
a word of news about yonr father," said
she. "What will become of us ?"
"Papa dar, dar !" cried baby, scream
ing the words out with all her might,
and pointing in great excitement at the
door.
The next moment mother and father
were pressed in each others arms. What
a happy hour it was for the poor fisher
man aud his family 1 You may be sure
their prayers that night were full of
gratitude and pious content
I.n- the forests of Brazil grows a curi
ous plant, about as high as a man ; with
a twisted stem covered with knots. This
is the mandive; and from its roots come
two things, bread and poison : the sweet
white flour which forms the bread of
the people, and the deadly poison in
which the Indian dips his arrow points.
