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by a crowd that seemed determined to get my tobacco, at 
any price; one would shove towards me a little bony pig and 
point to my bag, another direct my attention to a fowl, another 
to a bunch of yams. lt began to get tiresome. I set my back 
against a tree, and told them that I would give them no more 
tobacco, simply because I had none, and explained to them 
how foolish it was for them to waste their valuable time in such 
amanner. I don’t know that they understood my address, 
but they did understand what my bag turned upside down 
meant, and so tailed off with disappointed faces. One poor 
woman, who had been eagerly pressing on me a meagre 
dilapidated chicken, rather excited my compassion ; so I gave 
her a piece of turkey red, wherewith to “tie up her bonny 
brown hair.” It never reached its destination, however ; for 
no sooner did she get it than a man (her husband, probably) 
stepped forward, snatched it away, and tied it round his own ugly 
head. I then went on my way, feeling as much disgusted with 
the manners of these people as with their appearance; and I 
wondered if it were possible for any educated man or woman 
to live among such heings, without any other society whatever, 
and be happy. This question I hoped to be able to answer, 
after I had seen more of mission life down here. 
After a pleasant and somewhat novel day spent ashore, we 
rejoined the vessel, and set sail the same evening for Aniwa, 
a small island lying about fifty miles to the north-west of 
Fotuna. 
When the sun rose next morning we were within a mile or 
two of our destination. Aniwa is a coral island—the only real 
coral island in the group—and it presents a decided contrast to 
the great massive block we had left the evening before. The 
highest part of it is not more than roo feet above the sea 
level ; its length is about six miles, and breadth from two to 
three miles. 
