Karakoee, when my farther progress was
prevented by the natives, who compelled me to sit down upon the ground,
while they still retained their hold upon my arms. The din and tumult now
became tenfold, and I perceived that several of the priests were on the
spot, all of whom were evidently urging Mow-Mow and the other chiefs to
prevent my departure; and the detestable word--"Roo-ne! Roo-ne!" which I
had heard repeated a thousand times during the day, was now shouted on
every side of me. Still I saw that the Kannaka continued his exertions in
my favour--that he was boldly debating the matter with the savages, and was
striving to entice them by displaying his cloth and powder, and snapping
the lock of his musket. But all he said or did appeared only to augment
the clamours of those around him, who seemed bent upon driving him into
the sea.

When I remembered the extravagant value placed by these people upon the
articles which were offered to them in exchange for me, and which were so
indignantly rejected, I saw a new proof of the same fixed determination of
purpose they had all along manifested with regard to me, and in despair,
and reckless of consequences, I exerted all my strength, and, shaking
myself free from the grasp of those who held me, I sprang upon my feet and
rushed towards Karakoee.

The rash attempt nearly decided my fate; for, fearful that I might slip
from them, several of the islanders now raised a simultaneous shout, and
pressing upon Karakoee, they menaced him with furious gestures, and
actually forced him into the sea. Appalled at their violence, the poor
fellow, standing nearly to the waist in the surf, endeavoured to pacify
them; but at length, fearful that they would do him some fatal violence,
he beckoned to his comrades to pull in at once, and take him into the
boat.

It was at this agonizing moment, when I thought all hope was ended, that a
new contest arose between the two parties, who had accompanied me to the
shore; blows were struck, wounds were given, and blood flowed. In the
interest excited by the fray, every one had left me except Marheyo,
Kory-Kory, and poor dear Fayaway, who clung to me, sobbing convulsively. I
saw that now or never was the moment. Clasping my hands together, I looked
imploringly at Marheyo, and moved towards the now almost deserted beach.
The tears were in the old man's eyes, but neither he nor Kory-Kory
attempted to hold me, and I soon reached the Kannaka, who had an