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round, and, in a loud powerful voice, vociferated for Tornga 

 with great impatience, at the same time blowing and snorting 

 like a Walrus. His noise, impatience, and agitation, increas- 

 ed every moment, and he at length seated himself on the deck, 

 varying his tones, and making a rustling with his clothes. 



" Suddenly the voice seemed smothered, and was so ma- 

 naged as to sound as if retreating beneath the deck, each mo- 

 ment becoming more distant, and ultimately giving the idea 

 of being many feet below the cabin, when it ceased entirely. 

 His wife now, in answer to my queries, informed me very 

 seriously, that he had dived, and that he would send up Tornga. 

 Accordingly, in about half a minute, a distant blowing was 

 heard very slowly approaching, and a voice, which differed 

 from that we at first had heard, was at times mingled with 

 the blowing, until at length both sounds became distinct, and 

 the old woman informed me that Tornga was come to answer 

 my questions. I accordingly asked several questions of the 

 sagacious spirit, to each of which inquiries I received an an- 

 swer by two loud slaps on the deck, which I was given to un- 

 derstand was favourable. A very hollow, yet powerful voice, 

 certainly much different from the tones of Toolemak, now 

 chanted for some time, and a strange jumble of hisses, groans, 

 shouts, and gabblings like a tufkey, succeeded in rapid order. 

 The old woman sang with increased energy ; and, as I took 

 it for granted that this was all intended to astonish the Ka- 

 bloona, I cried repeatedly that I was very much afraid. This, 

 as I expected, added fuel to the fire, until the poor immortal, 

 exhausted by its own might, asked leave to retire. The voice 

 gradually sunk from our hearing, as at first, and a very indis- 

 tinct hissing succeeded : in its advance, it sounded like the 

 tone produced by the wind on the base chord of an Eolian 

 harp ; this was soon changed to a rapid hiss like that of a 

 rocket, and Toolemak, with a yell, announced his return. I 

 had held my breath at the first distant hissing, and twice ex- 

 hausted myself, yet our conjurer did not once respire, and 

 even his returning and powerful yell was uttered without a 

 previous stop or inspiration of air *." 



* Captain Lyon's Private Journal, pp. 359, 360. 



