y met again.

"Accessory to what?" said the wondering youth.

"D---- your thick skull, you young ass, why, accessory to makin' love to
his girls."

This amused us immensely, but as the lad saw that English was serious,
and was equally determined not to take the presents back, he wrote
a note as follows and showed it to the old fellow, who said it might
possibly pass with Bully:--

[Illustration: Accounts 296]

Below this he added:--

Capt. Hayes,

Dear ------ The above-mentioned I have supplied as per bill.
I will feel obliged if you will pay the 120.00 to any of our
firm's vessels on my account, I hope that, as I have not
charged you native prices, you will pay me soon,

Yours, Ac.

He then handed the bill to old Tuna, and told her that she must give it
to the captain when he reached Nukutavake. When he did meet Bully a long
time afterwards in Samoa, Hayes paid up like a man. But long before
this old Tuna had given the trader's bill and letter to Hayes. Two years
later the young trader found awaiting him at the American Consulate at
Tahiti, the following letter:--

Mr. ------

Dear Sir,--I received your note and bill for supplying some
of my household with some rotten cheese-cloth out of your
store, which you have the infernal impertinence to call
muslin; also, five bottles of stinking bilge-water, labelled
musk. I don't know who you are, but you can tell your
employers from me, that I will see them roasted before I
will give my good money for their filthy and disgusting
Sydney trade goods, and when I drop across you, you will get
a head put on you that will teach you not to again presume
to interfere in my domestic affairs.

Yours very sincerely,

Wm. Henry Hayes.

III

Three or four years passed by, during which time the writer cruised
about from island to island in the North and South Pacific--sometimes
living ashore as a trader, sometimes voyaging to and fro among the many
groups as supercargo or recruiter in the labour trader; and then one day
the schooner, in which I then served as supercargo, reached Samoa, and
there I accepted the dignified but unsatisfactory financial position of
inter-island supercargo to a firm of merchants doing business in Apia,
the distracted little capital of the Navigator's Island. At this time,
the late Earl of Pembroke, the joint author with Dr. Kingsley of "South