I take his weapons from him, link him on to me, and walk him up the hill.
I speak kindly to him, show him flag, and tell him we are _maino_, and
warn him that his people must on no account ascend the hill. All right,
he will stop the fighting. I sit down to write this, when again they
rush up for me, saying Kone was to be killed. Leaving Bob with arms in
charge, I go down to the village, and without my hat. More canoes have
arrived. What a crowd of painted fiends! I get surrounded, and have no
way of escape. Sticks and spears rattle round. I get a knock on the
head, and a piece of stick falls on my hand. My old Lavao friend gets
hold of me and walks me to outskirt. Arua and Lauma of Lolo assure me
they will not ascend the hill, and we had better not interfere with them.
"Right, friend; but you must stop, and on no account injure my friend
Kone." It would frighten them were we to go armed to the village; but
then we dare not stay here twenty-four hours after. I can do more for
the natives unarmed.
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