im
alive. Had we possessed any salt, Kallolo said that there would have
been no danger, as a few grains would have effectually neutralised the
effects of the poison.

"Sure he would come if the mistress were to call him," observed Tim.

Arthur, thinking so too, ran back and brought Marian; who, indeed, was
very willing to come. On our retiring out of sight, she began to call
to Ara, using the endearing expressions she had been accustomed to apply
to him. He looked down and nodded, and then flew to a lower bough. She
went on, and held out her hand with some palm-fruit, of which he was
especially fond. Again he descended; and at length, attracted partly by
her sweet voice, and partly, it may be suspected, by the sweet fruit,
came and perched on her hand. Then she took him back in triumph to the
settlement, telling him, as she did so, how imprudent he had been to run
away so far.

"Remember, Ara," I heard her say, with all the gravity possible,
"people, when they begin to act imprudently, never can tell where they
may stop. You might have been caught by a tree-snake, or by some savage
vulture, and we should never have seen you more. Promise me never to go
wandering again without a proper escort;--you will, won't you?"

"Haul away! ye ho, boys!" answered Ara. "Ha! ha! ha!"

This was the only reply she could obtain. She, however, as the bird
nestled affectionately in her arms, seemed perfectly satisfied that he
would not again go gadding.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

NAMING OUR VESSEL--SAMBO'S SUGAR MANUFACTORY--THE WONDERFUL COW-TREE--
TIM'S "BEAUTIFUL PIG?"--TREED BY PECCARIES--A JAGUAR RENDERS US A
VALUABLE SERVICE--PEACH-PALMS--KALLOLO CAPTURES THE CURIOUS JACANA--A
LUCKY FIND--IN SEARCH OF TURTLES--GOOD LUCK--LAUNCH OF THE "GOOD
HOPE"--"FLY! FLY! THE SAVAGES ARE COMING!"--A NARROW ESCAPE--OUR
VILLAGE SET ON FIRE.

We had a grand discussion one evening as to the name to be bestowed on
our new vessel. Various appellations were suggested. Arthur proposed
that she should be called the "Marian;" Tim, who had a voice in the
matter, suggested the "Erin."

"The `Fair Maiden' would be a fitting name," said the mate Peter, bowing
with the gallantry of a sailor to my young sister.

"Oh no! pray don't name the vessel after me," exclaimed Marian; "for
though I am obliged to Mr Peter, yet I am sure I am no longer a `fair
maiden.'"

It had never occurred to me to think about the matter; but now, as I
looked at h