We had
to carry our bags--not a very agreeable job. We had great excitement at
leaving, our old chief insisting on our going back to Uakinumu; but we
had discarded him, and were determined to find our own way should Someri,
Maka's friend, fail us. I gave orders to keep a good look-out on Someri,
who was carrying a bundle, and he was given into Maka's care. Our young
friend was very quiet, and tried skulking behind and moving on fast
ahead. When crossing a ridge about three miles from the village, I was
leading, when we heard Maka calling for Someri. Rua at once returned,
and found the bird had flown, leaving the bundle, but carrying with him
the camp tomahawk, which Maka had foolishly let him have to cut a stick
with. It would be folly to return to get the tomahawk, so we kept south
and west for some distance, when we came to a deserted village; then we
turned west. We crossed the Laroki several times before we came into the
open country; at our last crossing we met a company of natives, all
armed, on watch for Makapili natives, who were expected to attack them.
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