ver and shot the man who attacked him. Mr. Thorngren was struck
at from aft, fell overboard, and was never again seen. They say, when
the people in the village heard of it, they were very sorry, and that
ever since they have been looked upon with anger, as they have been the
cause of keeping the white man away with his tobacco, beads, and
tomahawks. I asked them, "What now?" "Let us make friends, and never
again have the like." "But your young men could do the same again
without your knowing." "They know better than try it again; they are too
much afraid; and they see that what was then done has greatly injured us
as well as all the other villages." I explained to them the object of
our coming here, and that they must not think we are to buy everything
they bring, and must not be angry when we refuse to give what they
demand. We do not come to steal their food or curios, and, if we do not
want them, they can carry all back; we are not traders. After praying
with them, they said, "Tamate, now let it be friendship; give up your
intention of going to Mekeo (inland district), and come to-morrow, and we
shall make friends and peace." "I shall go; but suppose the mother of
the young man who was shot begins wailing, what then?" "She will
doubtless wail, but you need not fear; come, and you will see." "Then to-
morrow I shall go."

Next morning, the _Mayri_ having arrived the evening before, I carried
into effect the intended visit. The chief of Paitana and two followers,
with my friend Lauma, of Lolo, waited to accompany me. After breakfast
we got into the boat, Lavao in charge. We entered the same creek as for
Motu Lavao, and when up it some distance turned up another to the right,
too narrow to use oars. When two miles up we anchored boat, then walked
or waded for two miles through swamp and long grass. When near the
village we heard loud wailing, and Lavao, who was leading, thought it
better we should wait for the old chief, who was some distance behind. On
coming up they spoke in Lolo, then threw down his club, calling on one of
his followers to pick it up. He went in front, and called on me to
follow close to him, the others coming after; and so we marched into the
village and up on to his platform. Then began speechifying, presenting
cooked food, betel-nuts, pig, and feathers. When all was finished I gave
my present, and said a few words in the Motu dialect. The uncle of the
man shot by Dr. James cam