sently there was a movement on deck, the anchor was hove up, the fore and main sails were hoisted, and the object on which his hopes and ardent prayers had centred throughout the cold night, receded from his view, through the straits, bound, probably, for California. Bitterly disappointed, the captive watched the fast vanishing sail with tearful eyes; and the old chief, who had been on the look-out, started for his horse, that had been hampered, and turned out to crop among the scanty vegetation.
The Indians now renewed their journey; but the hope of reaching the strange land which they called "Holland," appeared to be more remote than ever. More than three months were spent in incessant wanderings, sleeping at night in dense forests or in low marshy countries, and by day obtaining a scanty subsistence by hunting wild animals. Bourne gradually became reduced to a pitiable condition. All his clothing was worn out, and he gladly accepted a raw skin with which to cover his shoulders, and protect him in some degree from the terrible storms of wind and rain so frequent in that country. Sometimes the tribe appeared to be weary of escorting him, and determined to put an end to his existence; but Bourne, with the aid of the Spanish language, and many Indian words which he had acquired, was now enabled to communicate with them freely, and he still contrived to stave off their designs by promises of large bribes. Resorting to stratagem, he gave them to understand that they were dealing with no inferior personage, but with one who was at home a great chief. He informed them that if they were good to him they would receive rewards, but that if they did
