192 MISSIONARY TOUR 
she was seen, and that her supposed lamentations 
were but the noise of the surf, or the whistling of the 
winds. 
From the manner in which we were received at IIo- 
nuapo, we should not think this village had been often 
visited by foreigners; for on our descending from the 
high land to the lava on which the town stands, the 
natives came running out to meet us from all quarters, 
and soon gathered so thickly around us, that we found 
it difficult to proceed. Boys and girls danced and hal¬ 
looed before us; vast numbers walked by our side, or 
followed us, occasionally taking us by the hand, or 
catching hold of some part of our clothes. They seemed 
surprised at our addressing them in their own tongue, 
but were much more so when Mauae, who preceded us 
with a large fan in his hand, told them we were teachers 
of religion,—that we had preached and prayed at every 
place where we had stopped, and should most likely do 
so there before we slept. 
We passed through the town to the residence of the 
head man, situated on the farthest point towards the 
sea. He invited us to his house, procured us water to 
wash our feet with, and immediately sent to an adjacent 
pond for some fish for our supper. While that was 
preparing, the people assembled in crowds around the 
house, and a little before sun-set Mr. Thurston preached 
to them in the front yard. Upwards of 200 were pre¬ 
sent, and, during the whole of the service, sat quietly 
and listened attentively. 
A number of the people at this place had one of their 
lips tataued, after the manner of some of the New 
Zealand tribes. There was more tatauing here than 
we had observed at any other place; but it was very 
