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VISITS TO MADAGASCAR. 
CHAP. XVI. 
“ Mr. Ellis! here is a Sandwich islander. Come and speak 
to him.” I went into the cabin, where the two men were 
sitting on the deck. The white man was the captain of a 
ship which had been upset in the violent gale two days 
before, when everyone on hoard, twenty-two in number, ex¬ 
cept the two just rescued, had perished. The islander, a 
young man, was one of the crew; and, having made no 
answer to the questions addressed to him by our hflmane 
captain, I had been called down. 
The man was sitting on the deck, his head bent down, and 
his long, black, and dripping hair hanging over his eyes and 
down his face. Looking at him, I said, “Aroha ehoaino, 
aroha: Salutation, dear friend—affection.” The man lifted 
up his head, swept with his hand his long, black hair to one 
side of his forehead, and looking earnestly at me, like one to 
whom consciousness was hut just returning, and startled by 
the sound of his native language, returned my salutation. 
In answer to a few inquiries, he told me he was a native of 
Oahu, the island on which I had at one time resided. He 
said he was up aloft furling sail, when the ship suddenly 
went over, and all in an instant were plunged into the deep; 
that there were other islanders on board, but they soon sank. 
The doctor of our ship then gave the men a little suitable 
refreshment, and they were wrapped in flannels, and put to 
bed. Captain Dundas took the raft, a very fragile affair, and 
brought it to England, intending to deposit it in the Crystal 
Palace. 
The next day I went down to the berths where the Sandwich 
islander was lying, and found him very much revived. After 
conversing with him about the wreck, and the loss of all his 
shipmates, I said, “ Gfod has very mercifully preserved you. 
You must remember his goodness, and pray to him.” He 
said, “ I did pray to him in the night, when I was in the sea. 
I did pray to Giod in the morning, when I saw the captain; I 
