hest both for interest and enjoyment. As I look back on my
life with this great Fijian prince and his people, it all somehow
seems unreal and an existence far apart from the commonplace life of
civilization. When I was in Suva (the capital) the colonial secretary
gave me a letter of introduction to Ratu Lala, and so one morning I
sailed from Suva on an Australian steamer, taking with me my jungle
outfit and a case of whisky, the latter a present for the Prince,--and
a more acceptable present one could not have given him.

After a smooth passage we arrived the same evening at Levuka, on
the island of Ovalau. After a stay of a day here, I sailed in a
small schooner which carried copra from several of the Outlying
islands to Levuka. Her name was the _Lurline,_ and her captain
was a Samoan, whilst his crew was made up of two Samoans and four
Fijians. The captain seemed to enjoy yelling at his men in the
Fijian language, with a strong flavouring of English "swear words,"
and spoke about the Fijians in terms of utter contempt, calling them
"d----d cannibals." The cabin wag a small one with only two bunks, and
swarmed with green beetles and cockroaches. Our meals were all taken
together on deck, and consisted of yams, ship's biscuit and salt junk.

We had a grand breeze to start with, but toward evening it died down
and we lay becalmed. All hands being idle, the Samoans spent the time
in singing the catchy songs of Samoa, most of which I was familiar with
from my long stay in those islands, and their delight was great when
I joined in. About midnight a large whale floated calmly alongside,
not forty yards from our little schooner, and we trembled to think what
would happen if it was at all inclined to be playful. We whistled all
the next day for a breeze, but our efforts were not a success until
toward evening, when we were rewarded in a very liberal manner, and
arrived after dark at the village of Cawa Lailai, [1] on the island
of Koro. On our landing quite a crowd of wild-looking men and women,
all clad only in sulus, met us on the beach. Although it is a large
island, there is only one white man on it, and he far away from here,
so no doubt I was an interesting object. I put up at the hut of the
"Buli" or village chief, and after eating a dish of smoking yams, I was
soon asleep, in spite of the mosquitoes. It dawned a lovely morning and
I was soon afoot to view my surroundings. It was a beautiful village,
surrounded by pre