sold, for planting sugar, and his father's house quite perished, or

perhaps the last of them struck leprous and immured between the

surf and the cliffs on Molokai? So simply, even in South Sea

Islands, and so sadly, the changes come.

Tari was poor, and poorly lodged. His house was a wooden frame,

run up by Europeans; it was indeed his official residence, for Tari

was the shepherd of the promontory sheep. I can give a perfect

inventory of its contents: three kegs, a tin biscuit-box, an iron

saucepan, several cocoa-shell cups, a lantern, and three bottles,

probably containing oil; while the clothes of the family and a few

mats were thrown across the open rafters. Upon my first meeting

with this exile he had conceived for me one of the baseless island

friendships, had given me nuts to drink, and carried me up the den

'to see my house'--the only entertainment that he had to offer. He

liked the 'Amelican,' he said, and the 'Inglisman,' but the

'Flessman' was his abhorrence; and he was careful to explain that

if he had thought us 'Fless,' we should have had none of his nuts,

and never a sight of his house. His distaste for the French I can

partly understand, but not at all his toleration of the Anglo-

Saxon. The next day he brought me a pig, and some days later one

of our party going ashore found him in act to bring a second. We

were still strange to the islands; we were pained by the poor man's

generosity, which he could ill afford, and, by a natural enough but

quite unpardonable blunder, we refused the pig. Had Tari been a

Marquesan we should have seen him no more; being what he was, the

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