Some of the Indian names still survive; and Mysie’s indignation was roused, when a descendant of the Mayhews, pointing out the hamlets of Menemshee and Nashaquitsa, (commonly called Quitsy,) added, contemptuously,—­

“But them’s only nicknames given by the colored folks; it’s all Chilmark by rights.”

“I suppose they are the names used by the ancestors of these Indians, before a white man ever saw the island,—­are they not?” inquired she, somewhat dryly.

“Like enough, like enough,” replied the other, carelessly, and not in the least appreciating the rebuke.

From the lady before referred to Mysie received an answer to her oft-repeated question,—­

“Is there any tradition how the island received its name?”

“Oh, yes,” was the unexpected and welcome answer.  “All the islands near here were granted by the King of England to a gentleman whose name is forgotten; but he had four daughters, among whom he divided his new possessions.

“This one, remarkable then, as now, in a degree, for its abundance of wild grapes, he gave to Martha as her Vineyard.

“The group to the north, consisting of Pennikeese, Cuttyhunk, Nashawena, Naushon, Pasqui, and Punkatasset, are called the Elizabeth Islands, from the daughter who inherited them.

“That little island to the southwest of us was Naomi’s portion.  It is now called Noman’s Land, and is remarkable only for the fine quality of the codfish caught and cured there.

“The strangest of all, however, was the name given to the island selected by Ann, which was first called Nan-took-it, and is now known as Nantucket.”

“Thank Heaven, that I at last know something about Martha!” ejaculated Mysie.

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At length, every corner filled with specimens, every face deeply imbrowned by sun and wind, and the Baron with only the ghost of a pair of shoes to his feet, our travellers set their faces homeward,—­Caleb resolving to renew his acquaintance with the birds at some future period, his imagination having been quite inflamed by the accounts of plover and grouse to be found here in their season.  The latter, however, are very strictly protected by law during most of the season, on account of the rapidity with which they were disappearing.  They are identical with the prairie-fowl, so common at the West, and are said to be delicious eating.

Desirous to improve their minds and manners by as much travel as possible, the trio resolved to leave the island by the way of Edgartown, the terminus of the steamboat route.  Bidding adieu to their kind and obliging host and hostess, the twelve children, and the pleasant new friend, they set out, upon the most charming of all autumn days, for Edgartown, fully prepared to be dazzled by its beauty and confounded by its magnificence.

“Edgartown is a much finer place than Holmes’s Hole, I understand,” remarked Caleb to their driver.