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in the morning, and be at Safata in the after¬ 
noon.” 
In five minutes everything was arranged; the 
two ladies were to meet the rest of the party 
a: the Vaisigago ferry, and I hurried ashore, 
delighted at my luck in securing such charming 
companions. Both Mrs. Hollister and her 
daughter spoke Samoan, and were great 
favourites with the natives of the Apia 
district. Early in the afternoon the doctor 
returned—happy with four days’ leave—and 
we were at once joined by Gafalua and his 
people. At the ferry we found the two white 
ladies awaiting us, with another addition to our 
party—the half-caste wife of an American store¬ 
keeper. Then we started. 
Our way lay along the principal roadway or 
street of Apia, as far as the white-walled native 
church, and then made a detour to the left, 
inland. The town of Apia, or properly speak¬ 
ing, the towns of Apia and Matafele combined, 
are laid out in a very irregular manner ; and the 
main street follows the curves of the beach. 
The sun was somewhat fierce, and we hailed 
with delight the cool, shaded road which lay 
before us after we turned off from the town. 
