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MISSIONARY TOUR 
Some women, more courageous than the rest, or 
urged on by affection, advanced side by side with 
their husbands to the front of the battle, bearing a 
small calabash of water in one hand, and a spear, a 
dart, or a stone, in the other; and in the event of the 
husband’s being killed, they seldom survived. 
A pile of stones, somewhat larger than the rest, 
marked the spot where the rival chief and his affec¬ 
tionate and heroic wife expired. A few yards nearer 
the sea, an oblong pile of stones, in the form of a tomb, 
about ten feet long and six wide, was raised over the 
grave in which they were both interred. A number of 
lowly flowering bushes grew around, and a beautiful 
convolvulus in full bloom almost covered it with foli¬ 
age and flowers. We could not view this rudely con¬ 
structed tomb without renewed lamentation over the 
miseries of war, and a strong feeling of regret for the 
untimely end of the youthful pair, especially for the 
affectionate Manona, whom even the horrors of savage 
fight, in which the demon of war wears his most terrific 
form, could not prevent from following the fortune, 
and sharing the dangers, that she might administer to 
the comfort, of her much-loved husband. This feeling 
was not a little increased by the recollection of the de¬ 
lusion of which they were the ill-fated victims, and in 
support of which they were prodigal of their blood. 
Alas ! they knew not, till from the fatal field they en¬ 
tered the eternal world, the value of that life which 
they had lost, and the true nature of that cause in 
which they had sacrificed it. The piles of stones rose 
thick around the spot where they lay ; and we were 
informed that they were the graves of his Jcalm , (parti¬ 
cular friends and companions,) who stood by him to 
