been mulcted of the cowries. Privily, I had made up to him an
additional hundred and fifty sticks, and he had come to regard me with
a respect that was almost veneration, which was curious, seeing that
he was an old man, twice my age at least.

"What name you fella kanaka all the same pickaninny?" I began on him.
"This fella trader he one fella. You fella kanaka plenty fella too
much. You fella kanaka just like 'm dog--plenty fright along that
fella trader. He no eat you, fella. He no get 'm teeth along him. What
name you too much fright?"

"S'pose plenty fella kanaka kill 'm?" he asked.

"He die," I retorted. "You fella kanaka kill 'm plenty fella white man
long time before. What name you fright this fella white man?"

"Yes, we kill 'm plenty," was his answer. "My word! Any amount! Long
time before. One time, me young fella too much, one big fella ship he
stop outside. Wind he no blow. Plenty fella kanaka we get 'm canoe,
plenty fella canoe, we go catch 'm that fella ship. My word--we catch
'm big fella fight. Two, three white men shoot like hell. We no
fright. We come alongside, we go up side, plenty fella, maybe I think
fifty-ten (five hundred). One fella white Mary (woman) belong that
fella ship. Never before I see 'm white Mary. Bime by plenty white man
finish. One fella skipper he no die. Five fella, six fella white man
no die. Skipper he sing out. Some fella white man he fight. Some fella
white man he lower away boat. After that, all together over the side
they go. Skipper he sling white Mary down. After that they washee
(row) strong fella plenty too much. Father belong me, that time he
strong fella. He throw 'm one fella spear. That fella spear he go in