the terrible storm. I am allowed to
walk through the village, disarm one or two, and, on my return to our
friend Kone's end of the village, he whispers to me, "There is Arua,"
understanding him to mean the chief, or _vata tauna_ (sorcerer). I
recognize in him the man introduced to me on a former visit, and who in
wrath cleared out from my presence. Now might be his time to pay me out.
I take his weapons from him, link him on to me, and walk him up the hill.
I speak kindly to him, show him flag, and tell him we are _maino_, and
warn him that his people must on no account ascend the hill. All right,
he will stop the fighting. I sit down to write this, when again they
rush up for me, saying Kone was to be killed. Leaving Bob with arms in
charge, I go down to the village, and without my hat. More canoes have
arrived. What a crowd of painted fiends! I get surrounded, and have no
way of escape. Sticks and spears rattle round. I get a knock on the
head, and a piece of stick falls on my hand. My old Lavao friend gets
hold of me and walks me to outskirt. Arua and Lauma of Lolo assure me
they will not ascend the hill, and we had better not interfere with them.
"Right, friend; but you must stop, and on no account injure my friend
Kone." It would frighten them were we to go armed to the village; but
then we dare not stay here twenty-four hours after. I can do more for
the natives unarmed. I am glad I am able to mix with both parties; it
shows they mean us no harm, and speaks well for the future. No one was
killed, but several were severely wounded, and a few houses destroyed.
They have made peace at last, and I have had a meeting in the village
with all; the Loloans have promised to be quiet. I told them we could
not stay if they were to be constantly threatening. In the afternoon the
chiefs came up, and I promised to visit them all. My head aches a
little. Had I been killed, I alone should have been to blame, and not
the natives. The Delena natives say: "Well, Tamate, had you not been
here, many of us would have been killed, and the remainder gone to Naara,
never to return." There is some pleasure in being of a little use even
to savages.

The next Sunday we had a splendid service. All the young fellows dressed
for it by painting their faces. It was amusing and interesting to hear
them interpret all I said from Motuan into Loloan; and when I attempted
to use a Lolo word, they corrected me if I wrongly pron