rder to enable him the better to perform his new duties, and the
distance was too slight to interpose any serious obstacle, or even
inconvenience.

Such was the state of things, when some weeks after the freshet, Mr.
Armstrong acquainted his daughter, at the breakfast-table, with his
intention to visit Holden that day.

"It is a long time," he said (four days had elapsed), "since we have
seen him, and there are things upon my mind I would gladly speak
about."

A few months before, such a declaration from her father would have
suprised Faith, but now she regarded it as quite natural. The intimacy
between the family and the Recluse had become such, and the commanding
character of the latter had acquired so great an influence over
both its members, that neither of them saw anything strange in the
deference paid him. She, therefore, acquiesced with some common-place
remark in the proposal, begging to be remembered to the old man.

Accordingly, after breakfast, Mr. Armstrong walked down to the wharf,
thinking it probable he might find some boat going down the river, by
which he might be left at the island, intending, should he not
find the Solitary there, to go to the Indian settlement. Nor was he
disappointed. He found a fisherman making preparations to cast off
his boat, who cheerfully consented to convey him to the place of
destination. Mr. Armstrong jumped into the boat, and, the wind
favoring, they rapidly scudded down the stream.

The fisherman, a fine, frank fellow, of some thirty years of age, to
whom Mr. Armstrong was well known, at least, by reputation,
although the recognition was not mutual, endeavored to engage him
in conversation, but without effect. Although answering politely any
questions, he made no remarks in return, and the conversation soon
languished for want of material to support it. Poor Josiah Sill,
finding his social qualities not appreciated, soon himself relapsed
into silence, wondering what could induce his companion to seek
Holden, and connecting his reserve in some mysterious way with the
visit. Finding the silence not altogether agreeable, Josiah finally
burst out with "Yankee Doodle," which he amused himself with whistling
together with some other favorite tunes, until they reached the
island. As they approached they caught a glimpse of Holden entering
the house, and Josiah landed his passenger, promising to call for him
on his return in the afternoon, though Armstrong expressed a doub