302 EXCLAMATIGNS OF JOY. 
of trusting to their skill in swimming for safety, 
when two words from me changed all this ter- 
ror into equally clamorous joy. I called to 
them “ Totabu,” the word into which they had 
tortured my name; and ‘‘ Aidarah,” an expres- 
sion signifying both friend and good. They 
stood motionless, waiting for a repetition of the 
cry, to convince themselves that their ears had 
not deceived them; but on my reiterating “* To- 
tabu Aidarah,” they burst into the wildest ac- 
clamations of joy; called aloud to the shore, 
‘© Hei Totabu, Totabu !” and leaving their canoe 
to take care of itself, swam to land, incessantly 
repeating their exclamations of joy. 
The inhabitants of Otdia, who had been ob- 
‘ serving us from behind the bushes, now that the 
well-known name resounded through the island, 
sprang from their concealment, giving vent to 
their rapture in frolic gestures, dances, and 
songs. Numbers hurried to the strand; others 
ran into the water as high as their hips, to be 
the first to welcome us. I was now generally 
recognised, and called Rarik, because, accord- 
ing to the custom prevailing here, I had sealed 
