on "angona," of which I had partaken the night
before. "Angona" is the same as "kava" in Samoa, and is the national
beverage in Fiji. Masirewa now only wore a "sulu" and discarded his
singlet. I suppose it was a case of "In Rome do as Rome does," but
he certainly looked better in the dark skin he wore at his birth. I
was shown the large rock by the river where more than a thousand
people had been killed for their cannibal feasts. They were usually
prisoners captured in the Rewa district, also a few white men. They
were cut open alive and their hearts torn out, and their bodies were
then cut up for cooking on the rock, which I noticed was worn quite
smooth. Sometimes they would boil a man alive in a huge cauldron.

While staying at Namosi the "Buli" gave me some lessons in throwing
native spears, and in using the bow. Whilst practising the latter I
narrowly missed, by a few inches, shooting a woman who stepped out
suddenly from behind a hut.

I was out most of the day shooting pigeons in the woods close by,
accompanied by the "Buli," Masirewa, and several boys. The woods
were full of a wonderfully beautiful creeper, a delicate pink and
white _clerodendron_ which grew in large bunches; there was also a
very pretty _hoya_ (wax flower) scrambling up the trees. We filled
ourselves with the juicy pink fruit of the "kavika," or what is
generally known as the Malacca or rose-apple. The trees were plentiful
in the woods, grew to a large size, and were literally loaded with
fruit, the fallen fruit resembling a pink carpet. Another very good
fruit was the "wi," a golden fruit about the size of a large mango. I
have seen both cultivated in the West Indies.

On my return to the village I had a most interesting interview
with these ex-cannibals, one old and two middle-aged men, thanks
to Masirewa, my interpreter. He first asked them how they liked
human flesh, and they all shouted "Venaka, venaka!" (good). Like the
natives of New Guinea, they said it was far better than pig; they also
declared that the legs, arms and palms of the hands were the greatest
delicacies, and that women and children tasted best. The brains and
eyes were especially good. They would never eat a man who had died a
natural death. They had eaten white man; he was salty and fat, but he
was good, though not so good as "Fiji man." One of them had tasted a
certain Mr. ----, and the meat on his legs was very fat. They chopped
his feet off above the boots, which t