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themselves thus, “ scratch a Yankee and yon will find 
the Eed Indian,”—but I took care not to correct 
the King’s version. 
As I was anxious to get on board before dark, I 
was obliged to decline the hospitable invite of the 
King to stay to dinner, but we had a capital dish of 
oysters, some excellent breadfruit, and more beer for 
lunch; and then, with a stock of pineapples, sugar¬ 
cane, and breadfruit, started for the ship about an 
hour before sunset. The King was kind enough to go 
some way with ns in the gig, pointing out the best 
channel; and when he had placed us in a fair way for 
the bluff, he got into his own canoe—a very beautiful 
“ Dory,” upwards of fifty feet long, cut out of a single 
tree, without a knot or twist of any sort in the wood— 
and paddled rapidly back to the town. For ourselves, 
the return passage to the bluff, and thence to the ship, 
was much quicker and pleasanter than the one in the 
morning, and the ship was reached in good time for 
dinner. 
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