chief sent to the chief I lived with, to have me
brought to the Island of Milly, where Lay lived, in order that we
might be killed together. Preparations having been made, the old
chief, whom I called father, with his family and myself, set sail the
next morning for Milly, where we arrived about sun set. He immediately
went to see the chief of Milly, to inquire the circumstances relating
to the necessity of taking our lives, leaving me and the rest of the
family in the canoe. I shortly perceived William Lay and his master
coming towards the canoe, which produced sensations hard to be
described. Affectionate and sympathizing reader, what must have been
our feelings and conversation at that moment, when nothing seemingly
was presented to our view but _death_? We were allowed an interview of
only a few minutes, when we were again separated.

My master soon returned to the canoe, and entered into very earnest
conversation with his family, which, at the time, I did not fully
understand; but found afterwards it was a relation to his family of
his interview with the natives on the subject of taking our lives; and
that if they killed me, they would first have to kill him, (my
master,) which they were unwilling to do. My kind old master told them
he had preserved me, and always should. Night now coming on, I lay
down to sleep, but fear had taken such possession of my mind, that the
night was spent in wakeful anxiety.

The next morning I asked leave of my master to visit Lay, which he
readily gave. I set out for the hut in company with my master's son;
but on approaching it, Lay called out to me, to inform me that I must
not come--that the natives did not like to have us together. On my
turning to go back, Lay's master called to me to come. I went and sat
down, and entered into conversation with Lay, to ascertain what the
intention of the natives towards us were. He told me it was the
design of the high chief to kill us. I observed to him, that we were
in the hands of the natives; still there was a higher and more
powerful Hand that could protect us, if it were the Divine pleasure so
to do. I then bade him farewell, and returned to the canoe, never
expecting to see each other again till we should meet on the tranquil
ocean of eternity.

My master being now ready to return to his Island, the canoe was
launched, and we set sail, and arrived the same night, having been
absent two days.--The natives expressed much joy on seeing me