He afraid! oh
dear no! But he looked pale for a native, and no quantity of hoop-iron
would induce him to move from that platform and the side of those dear
wives that night. Enough for one day, one month, one year, so, "Good-
bye, Tamate; I shall be off in the morning to see you." Arriving on
board late, we were welcome: they feared we had been spirited away.
The following day we got round to Ellengowan Bay. After visiting all the
villages, I went right up to the head of the bay to see Silo and its
chief. The tide was very low, and after pulling the boat some distance
through mud we left her in charge of the two rowers, the mate and I going
to the village. He had hoop-iron cut in seven-inch lengths in his
pockets. The old chief received us graciously, and began giving me a
long story of what he wished to do in the way of pigs and food, if I
would only stay two days. It was a sickly looking hole, and not being
quite rid of fever, I hoped to get on board and away in an hour. A large
crowd gathered round, all under arms, very noisy, and certainly not
gentle.
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