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by artillery. On viewing the strength of this place,! 

 could not help felicitating myself on the lucky circum- 

 stance which had induced me to attack them by land, 

 for 1 believed we should have failed in an attempt on this 

 place. I had determined, on first starting, not to return 

 until I had destroyed this fort, and now intended putting 

 my design in execution. To have thrown it down by re- 

 moving the stones singly would have required more time 

 than we had to spare, and concluding that, by our united 

 efforts, we should be enabled to demolish the whole at 

 once, I directed the Indians and my own men to put their 

 shoulders to the wall, and endeavour, by efforts made at 

 the same instant, to throw it down ; but it was built with 

 so much solidity that no impression could be made on it ; 

 we therefore left it as a monument to future generations 

 of their skill and industry. This fortification appeared of 

 ancient date, and time alone can destroy it. We succeeded 

 in making a small breach in the wall through which we 

 passed on our route to the beach, a route which was fami- 

 liar to us, but had now become doubly intricate from the 

 number of trees which had since been cut down and placed 

 across the pathway, as much to impede our advance as to 

 embarrass us in our retreat. We fancied the same had 

 been practised on the bank of the river. 



On my arrival at the beach, I met Tavee and many of 

 his tribe, together with the chiefs of the Happahs. Tavee 

 was the bearer of a white flag, and several of the same em- 

 blems of peace were flying on the different hills around 

 his valley. He was desirous of knowing whether I rntend- 

 ed going to their valley, and wished to be informed when 

 he should again bring presents, and what articles he should 

 bring. He inquired if 1 would still be his friend, and re- 

 minded me that I was Temaa Typee, the chief of the val- 

 ley of Shou6me, and that his name was Tavee. I gave him 

 assurances of my friendship, requested him to return and 

 allay the fears of the women, who, he informed me, were 

 in the utmost terror, apprehensive of an attack from me. 

 The chiefs of the Happahs invited me to return to their 

 valley, assuring me that an abundance of every thing was 

 already provided for us. 



Gattanewa met me on the side of the hill as I was as- 

 cending. The old man's heart was full, he could not 



