Wild Life in Southern Seas. 
35 6 
In the dawn, when she was chill and stiff 
from the dews of the night, some one touched 
her, and she awoke. It was Matara. 
“ Come to my house,” he said. 
She made him no answer, but rising to her 
feet staggered away from him. When she 
came to the village she asked of a man, 
“ Where is Tati ? ” 
He showed her the house where Tati lay 
sleeping with her son. She went in and 
touched the chief on his arm. 
“ Let me lie beside my boy for a little while ; 
my heart is dead and cold.” 
“Wilt thou give up thy false Christ God ? ” 
said her husband. 
“ Nay,” she answered, “ that I cannot do 
I have prayed to Him in the night, and He 
hath made me strong ; but, O Tati, let me 
have my child to comfort me. Let me but 
press his face to my bosom, which is aching 
for love of him.” 
“ Go,” he said, and he pushed her outside 
the house. 
For many days no one saw her. She went 
away to the far north point of the island, 
and lived there in a little, empty house, alone. 
