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MISSIONARY TOUR 
While we were engaged in worship at Waiakea, 
Messrs. Bishop and Thurston went over to Pueho, on 
the western shore, and Mr. Thurston preached to about 
100 of the people at the house of Kapapa, the head man. 
When the service was ended, Kapapa accompanied 
them to the east side of the bay, in the double canoe 
which had been hired to convey us to Laupahoelioe. 
As we intended to leave Waiakea early in the morn¬ 
ing, I paid a farewell visit to Maaro this evening. 
The chief seemed more indisposed than when I last 
saw him, was restless, and apparently in much pain. 
After spending some time in religious conversation 
with Maaro and his household, I took leave of them, 
and enjoyed a pleasant walk back through the lonely 
village. The noise of the rolling surf on the distant 
beach was occasionally heard; the passing breeze 
caused a frequent rustling among the slender leaves of 
the cocoa-nut groves; while the rapid stream rippled 
over its pebbly bed in several places close by the path. 
The glimmering lights in the native huts shed their 
enlivening rays through the thick foliage of the sur¬ 
rounding gardens, and the beating of the drum, and the 
sound of the liura , with transient intervals between, 
broke upon the ear from several directions. These 
last, though far more agreeable than the drunken halloo, 
the savage war-cry, or the horrid yell from the myste¬ 
rious and dark heiau, I yet could not but hope would 
soon be exchanged for the words of inspired truth, 
read aloud from the holy scriptures, the cheerful hymn 
of praise, or the solemn language of family devotion, 
so frequently heard from the lowly Tahitian cottage, 
during an evening walk through the happy villages of 
the Society Islands. 
