t be
got to utter a word. Tamaku at once began to ask him questions, which
he answered with apparent readiness in the same language, differing but
slightly in sound.

"Can you make out how he came to be among the natives?" asked the
commander, when Tamaku and the boy had ceased speaking.

"He not know much," answered the Kanaka; "long time wid dem--say dey
find him in a boat at sea, and bring him here and make him slavey."

"Try and find out his name," said the commander; "whether it is Tom or
Dick, or Jack or Harry."

Scarcely had he uttered the last word when the boy exclaimed, "Harry!
Harry! dat my name," and seemed almost overcome by hearing it uttered.

"Well, Harry, my boy, can't you talk a little more English? Since you
remember your name, tell us something about your father and mother, or
any of your other friends," continued the commander.

"Father--mother," repeated the boy, with a look of pleasure, as if they
were words once familiar to his tongue.

"Well done, my boy," exclaimed the commander, pleased with the result of
his experiment; "you'll remember more words by-and-by, when you get on
board. And we'll not yet pay your drunken friends a visit to let them
wish you good-bye."

It was difficult to say whether the boy understood him; but, at all
events, the commander's kind tone of voice gave him confidence, and he
seemed contented and happy.

As we had only just time to get round the island, the commander did not
put on shore anywhere; also, with so small a party, he thought it
imprudent to go among the natives, who might prove hostile--especially
if they found that he was carrying off their slaves. Popo and the white
boy appeared well-pleased at this; and it was evident that the latter
had no great affection for those among whom he had lived so long.

Frequently during the remainder of the day we heard the boy saying to
himself, "Yes, yes--Harry--father--mother," as if pleased with the sound
of those long-forgotten words. Then I was nearly certain that I heard
him muttering to himself a verse of a child's hymn; but the words were
indistinct.

He listened attentively to every word we said, and now and then uttered
a word after us.

"I suspect that in the course of a few days he will be able to tell us
more about himself than he can do now," observed the captain; "in the
meantime, we must not bother him too much."

We got on board just before darkness set in. Popo was greeted warmly by