urking-place by night, repaired to the beach, and taking a large canoe,
which they discovered there, set sail in her, steering boldly southward,
in search of a considerable island which was believed to lie in that
direction. Soon after sunrise they came in sight of land, but, on
approaching it, they found that the surf was bursting with great fury
upon a barrier reef, stretching between them and the shore; and it was
not until they had coasted along it for many hours, that they succeeded
in effecting a landing. Eiulo had heard both his father and Wakatta
speak of the island as a singularly beautiful spot, nearly as large as
Tewa, and abounding in bread-fruit and cocoa-nut trees. Here the
fugitives remained for several months, until, becoming wearied of their
solitary life, and possessed by an irresistible longing to revisit their
homes, they came to the determination to venture back, and learn the
state of things there, at every hazard. They accordingly set sail one
day at noon, in order that they might reach their destination under
cover of night, in which they succeeded.

Seeking a temporary place of concealment in the woods, they seized
favourable opportunities to discover themselves to some friends, on whom
they could rely. They learned that the victorious allies had been
guilty of the most intolerable cruelty towards the people of Tewa. Many
of the prisoners had been slain, as sacrifices to the gods, and many
more had been made slaves. Atollo had established himself as chief at
the conquered island, and had gathered about him a band of the most
ferocious and desperate men, who practised every species of cruelty and
oppression upon the inhabitants. The latter, driven to the utmost verge
of endurance, were now ready to incur any risk in an attempt to deliver
themselves from a yoke so galling. They needed only a leader, and the
experience and prowess of Wakatta, together with the presence of their
ancient and rightful chief and his son, inspired them with confidence
and courage. Gathering a small, but resolute, band of warriors, they
awaited the favourable moment to strike a decisive blow; and then,
emulating the secrecy and suddenness of Atollo's recent enterprise, they
sallied forth at night, from their rendezvous in the forest and fell
upon him and his adherents. Wakatta was unable to restrain the ferocity
of his followers, excited by the insults and injuries they had suffered,
and they killed on the spot