and sugar. Then these articles attracted
their attention.

"Is this a fruit?" he asked as a lump of sugar was handed him.

"No, it is made from cane, or from some vegetables."

"Made from vegetables? How can it be made from them? There is part of
the flavor of fruit, but I cannot taste any vegetables in it."

Then the Professor explained that all fruit, as well as vegetables, had
the same taste, and that they took out only that part and left the
other.

"But what is this white liquid which you use in the new drink?"

"It is called 'cream,' and the cream is made from milk?"

"And what is milk made of?"

"It is taken from cows, a large animal, that people raise for that
purpose."

As there was nothing on the island that was as large as a cow, or that
resembled it in any manner, the Chief's curiosity was unbounded.

"I would like to see the animal from which this was obtained."

"But we have no animal with us."

"Then it never spoils?"

"Oh, yes, it will quickly grow sour and unpleasant if allowed to remain
in a warm place."

He looked around in bewilderment, and the Professor seeing his
embarrassment, continued: "In the ship we have a way to prevent the
cream and the milk, as well, from spoiling. We will show you that."

Thus one article after the other called for some comment, and
explanation. To the natives from Wonder Island this meal was an object
lesson of only a few of the many things which they had learned from the
white people.

But Sutoto and his bride could not be forgotten. When the meal was
finished, the Professor arose, and said: "I have some news to impart to
you. When the white people first came to Wonder Island, they found
Uraso, and Muro, and they were the first to come to our aid against
powerful tribes."

"One of their neighbors had at its head a wise Chief, Suros, known and
respected by friend and foe alike, and he readily adopted the ideas of
the white men, and offered his tribe to save us from destruction at the
hands of those who were unfriendly."

"Sutoto was the nephew of the wise Chief Suros, and I have come to tell
you that he is dead, and that we have been mourning for him."

Every one who glanced at Sutoto, saw that it greatly affected him. This
address was translated to the Chief, by Uraso, as the Professor
proceeded, the latter speaking it in such measured sentences, that it
could be quickly grasped by the interpreter.

"We have all been sad, since his death, and we