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hedge in front of his house. This was to make things cheerful 
for her during her good man’s absence. 
We were shown the site of the old Devil House on a sort of 
artificial hill near the shore. This heathen temple was reached 
by flights of stone steps which are now in a state of almost com- 
plete ruin. Around the base of the mound were a number of 
stones, resembling gravestones, taken as trophies from other 
tribes; they appeared to be regarded somewhat as battle-flags are 
regarded by European nations. A number of these stones were 
still standing. The Devil House itself had been destroyed in a 
hurricane, but pictures of it are extant. It was much like other 
thatched houses but rather larger and better built. Here the 
rituals of cannibalistic feasts were enacted, for the custom of eat- 
ing human flesh had its religious significance it seems. Only the 
chiefs were allowed to enter the sacred enclosure and the ceremo- 
nials are said to have been quite elaborate. The chief introduced 
me to a very old man, the oldest on the island, very tall and 
straight, with gray hair and beard. His face was a really dignified 
one and quite European in physiognomy. This man was a can- 
nibal in his earlier days and seemed rather proud of the distinc- 
tion. The old coronation stone was not far from the Devil House 
and looked like a simple stone post, about three feet high, planted 
in the ground. I understand that this is the equivalent in Fiji 
of the ‘‘Stone of Scone.’’ The old cannibal said that he had been 
present at the coronation of Cakobau, the last of the Fijian kings, 
and stood in a position assumed by that potentate during the 
ceremony. With permission I took a photograph of both of these 
old relies of by-gone days as they stood together. 
I also secured photographs of Ratu Popé, his house, the native 
village, the kava ceremony, fishermen and their nets, Ratu Popé’s 
thirty-man canoe in course of construction, the Devil House, a 
group of girls under a huge banyan tree, one of women and chil- 
dren seated on the ground, fish pots, women weaving tapa, and 
the graveyard back of the church which contains the grave of 
Cakobau, and several members of his family. 
The chief invited me to stay another day to see the fishermen 
at work, for the men of this village are the most noted and skill- 
ful fishermen in Fiji, being justly celebrated for their success with 
spear, nets, fish-traps, fish-pots, ete. But the wind seemed to be 
rising and it was doubtful if he could put me ashore on the main 
