He was the chief, and was named Gidage. When going round he
said--
"You are no longer Tamate, you are Gidage."
"Right, my friend; you are no longer Gidage, you are Tamate."
I gave him an extra present, and he gave me a return one, saying,
"Gidage, we are friends; stay, and I, Tamate, will kill you a pig."
"No, Tamate. Gidage must go; but hopes to re-return, and will then eat
Tamate's pig."
"No, stay now; we are friends, and you must be fed!"
"No, I cannot stay; but when I return, then pig-eating"--not a very
pleasant employment when, other things can be had.
Pigs are very valuable animals here, and much thought of, and only true
friends can be regaled with them. The women nurse the pig. I have seen
a woman suckling a child at one breast and a small pig at the other; that
was at South Cape. I have seen it also at Hula and Aroma. Proceeding to
the beach, we parted, old and well-known friends.
"Gidage, must you go?"
"Yes; I cannot now stay, Tamate."
"Go, Gidage; how many moons until you return?"
"Tamate, I cannot say; but hope to return.
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