'Your loving cousin,

'J. C. P.'


This strange Sunday was spent in conversation with different sets of
natives, and that some distinct ideas were conveyed was plain from
what old Iri was overheard saying to a man who was asking him whether
he had not a guest who spoke Bauro: 'Yes,' said Iri, adding that 'he
said men were not like dogs, or pigs, or birds, or fishes, because
these cannot speak or think. They all die, and no one knows anything
more about them, but he says we shall not die like that, but rise up
again.'

On Monday, the 7th of October, Grera was revisited, and Toto, a last
year's scholar, came forth with his welcome in a canoe; but it was
rather a mixed success, for the danger of the vessel on her previous
visit was a warning against bringing her into the harbour, where
there was no safe anchorage, and this disappointed the people.
Thirteen, indeed, slept on board, and the next morning sixty canoes
surrounded the vessel, and some hundred and sixty came on deck at
once; but they brought only one pig and a few yams, and refused to
fetch more, saying it was too far--a considerable inconvenience,
considering the necessity of providing the Melanesian passengers with
vegetable food. The whole nine slept in the inner cabin, Orariri on
Patteson's sofa, 'feet to feet, the others on the floor like herrings
in a barrel.'

The great island of New Caledonia was next visited. The Bishop had
been there before, and Basset, one of the chiefs, lamented that he