ed to understand this
sort of reasoning, and promised to do as he advised. He sat up till a
late hour talking with them. The whole party then lay down in the
"gunyio," or camp, with a few boughs or sheets of bark over their heads
as their only covering, though most of them had bright fires burning at
their feet outside. It was some time before Peach's busy brain would
let him go to sleep. At last he went off, and began to snore. Not long
after, a black might have been seen passing close to him. "Oh you one
white villain!" he exclaimed, shaking his head at him, "you call black
man savage, you ten times worse; but black fellow teach you that you no
more clever than he."

Saying this, the black disappeared among the trees around.

STORY FIVE, CHAPTER 4.

A short time before this, Troloo, who had learned to be very useful with
the sheep, had gone off without giving any warning. It was the way of
black fellows, so Joseph could not complain, though he was very sorry to
lose him, especially when there was so much work to be done.

Joseph did not let any of his family be idle. They had learned to make
and to do all sorts of things. They made all their candles and soap.
They spun wool when their fingers had nothing else to do, and then
knitted it into socks and waistcoats. The boys could knit, and when
they were out shepherding, they had plenty of time to make all the socks
they could wear. The younger ones, among other things, learned to make
baskets out of long reeds, which they gathered near the creek. One day,
when they had used up all their reeds, Nancy, with little Bill and Mary,
set out to gather a fresh stock. When they got down to the edge of the
creek they saw some long reeds growing on the other side. "See, see,
how fine and tall they are, Nancy; we must go over and get them," cried
little Bill. "I know a place higher up where we can cross easily."

Nancy saw no harm in doing as Bill said, for they could get no reeds on
that side. They went on and on, and still they did not get to the place
he spoke of. "It can only be a little farther; come on, Nancy," he
cried out, running on with Mary. Nancy followed. "Here it is," he
said, at last, and they began to cross. The water deepened. "No fear;
do you, Nancy, lift up Mary, and I can get across easily enough," said
Bill. They all got safe over. The creek twisted a good deal, and Bill
thought, and Nancy thought also, that they would make a shor