their bows and arrows, would go out in quest of squirrels and pigeons, which then were plenty in the adjacent woods, which they shot in large numbers, and Manteo was delighted in spending so many happy hours with White Feather, hunting in the forests and sailing in her canoe on the Wiccapee. She anticipated that the day was not far distant when she would be united to him whom she looked upon as one far excelling her own people, and the love she cherished for him penetrated her inmost soul. As the Spring advanced, the song birds appeared, and the forest trees were bedecking themselves in their brilliant garments. The wild flowers were expanding their leaves, the apple trees in the Indian orchard were unfolding their buds, and some of them were tossing their snowy banners to the breeze. The valley of Fishkill Hook never appeared more beautiful in its primitive state. On a pleasant morning, Van Horn, the Sachem, and his daughter, were enjoying themselves sailing in their canoe on the Wiccapee. The warm zephyrs of Spring were gently wafting its waters; all was still in the surrounding forests except the singing of birds and the barking of squirrels, when the Sachem appointed the time when White Feather should marry his daughter. He intended to make a grand feast on that occasion, but as the marriage would not take place in several months, he would delay preparations for the present. The Sachem now placed the utmost confidence in Van Horn, and he allowed him unlimited freedom to rove whereever he liked, and sometimes he would be absent from home several days, lying out nights in the woods when the weather was pleasant, subsisting on wild fruit,

which abounded. One day, when near the river, he heard the report of a musket. It was the first noise of fire arms he had heard since he was taken by the Indians. He hastened to the spot from whence the noise proceeded, and there beheld one of his countrymen, who was greatly surprised on seeing him. Van Horn was completely overcome with joy, and related his whole history from the day when he enlisted under Henry Hudson to the time he was captured by the Indians, and his subsequent life. He informed the stranger that the Sachem lived several leagues in the country, and that if he did not make his escape soon, he would be obliged to marry his daughter. The stranger informed Van Horn that he belonged to a ship that sailed from Amsterdam, and had arrived on the American coast several weeks before, and that they had been trading with the natives, and the ship lay out in the river nearly opposite. Van Horn thought that no time should be lost, for if any of the Indians should see him attempting to escape, he probably would lose his life, so they hastened with all speed to the river, and entered the small boat and rowed with all speed to the ship. The captain and crew were all his own countrymen, who had been sent from Amsterdam to trade with the natives and explore the country. The Captain received Van Horn kindly, who related his adventures in a country heretofore unknown to the civilized world, and how long he had remained there, and his living with savages, which was listened to with thrilling interest. When the Sachem received the intelligence that another ship had ascended the river, and Van Horn had got on board of her and made his

escape, he was mortified and chagrined, and he regretted he had not made a slave of him, as it was customary with the Indians to make slaves of their prisoners or put them to death.

When Manteo was informed of White Feather's escape, and that he had betrayed her, a wild cry of agony came up from the very depths of her soul, and she was so overwhelmed with grief that she remained for months in her father's wigwam, excluding herself from the world and continually weeping. The intense mental agony that she endured, told fearfully on her constitution, and the tender assiduities of her father and friends to make her happy once more, all proved unavailing. Death came at last to her relief, and terminated her existence, and ended her sufferings. Her remains were interred in the burying ground of the Sachems, which was then on the farm now owned by Charles Burroughs.

Soon after, other vessels were sent out by the Dutch East India Company to trade with the natives, and trading posts were established at Fort Orange, now Albany, and on the island of Manhattan, now New York, and the Dutch commenced permanent settlements in those places which they purchased of the Indians. The Dutch settlements commenced extending up the Hudson, and a trade was carried on with the Indians in Fishkill, and large tracts of land were purchased of them in Westchester county, and finally, in 1683, the Indians in Fishkill sold their tract, comprising the original town and a portion of the town of Poughkeepsie, to Francis Rombout and others. Rombout was a distinguished merchant in the city of New

York. His only daughter, Kathrina, inherited her father's right in the Patent, and with her husband, Roger Brett, came and located on the Patent, and built the house now known as the old Teller Mansion, at Matteawan, in 1710.

Van Horn arrived at Amsterdam after being absent from his native country two years. The joy of his parents on seeing their son once more, was indescribable, for they supposed, from the intelligence they had received from Hudson, he was cruelly put to death by the savages. Van Horn then related to his parents his two years adventures, the manners and customs of the Indians, and his happy deliverance, for which he felt grateful to a kind Providence, in conducting him safely back to his parents and friends.

But Hudson was reserved for a more terrible fate. He soon discovered the great Northern bay which bears his name. There, after an unwise delay, he was compelled to pass a distressing and dangerous winter. In the spring, in addition to all of his other misfortunes, he found a spirit of dissatisfaction and mutiny growing among his crew, and at length manifesting itself in open violence. They proceeded so far that on the 22d of June, 1611, a majority of the crew arose, took command of the ship, put Hudson, his son, and seven others, most of whom were sick or lame, into a boat, turned them adrift on the ocean, and abandoned them to their fate. This was the last that was ever heard of Henry Hudson.

THE SQUATTER'S DAUGHTER.

A TALE OF THE EARLY SETTLERS OF PUTNAM COUNTY.

Putnam County was formed from Dutchess County, June 12th, 1812. This county was originally the great Highland Patent granted June 17th, 1697, to Adolph Philipse, a merchant of New York city, who died in 1743, without issue, leaving his estate to his nephew, Frederick Philipse. The latter had five children, Frederick, Philip, Susannah, Mary and Margaret. This patent was divided into nine lots, three each four miles square, bordering on the Hudson, and denominated water lots; three each four miles wide by twelve long, extending north and south of the patent, and denominated long lots-and three each four miles square upon the east border, and denominated back lots. This patent was considered the most unproductive of any purchased on the Hudson, and large portions of it were then considered of little value, embracing all the rough, rocky and mountainous portions of Putnam county. In those mountainous districts the squatters would locate, and the first patentee, Adolph Philipse, who then resided in New York, and was engaged in the mercantile business, did not molest them, and during