get to Eiulo's island, as Johnny is confident we are
destined to do, one of these days. You shall then astonish the simple
inhabitants, with Pitt's reply to Walpole, or `Now is the winter of our
discontent,' and gain advancement in the state, by your oratorical
gifts. Who knows but you may rise to be prime-minister, or chief Rauti,
to his majesty the king!"

"Pray, let Arthur proceed with his story," said Morton, laughing, "I see
that Johnny is beginning to grow impatient: he probably thinks it high
time for the cannibals to be introduced, and the fighting to commence."

"Well," resumed Arthur, "as soon as the speech-making was over, the
natives, who seemed thus far, quite friendly and inoffensive, came
forward once more, and we all went through the ceremony of rubbing
faces, with a great show of cordiality, though it was easy to perceive
that our party were still under the influence of secret fears and
misgivings.

"Barton and I, received more than our due proportion of these
civilities, and from the wondering exclamations of our new acquaintances
as they examined the articles which composed our dress, and their
remarks to one another upon our complexion, I inferred that some of them
at least, had never seen a white person before. Barton, in particular,
attracted a large share of their attention, owing probably to a
complexion rather florid, and uncommonly fair, notwithstanding a two
years' residence within the tropics, which, together with his light hair
and blue eyes, afforded a striking contrast to the tawny skins and long
black elf-locks of the natives.

"The chief of the party, who had acted as spokesman, was called Mowno.
He was a young man, with a handsome, boyish face, expressive of
good-nature and indolence. Rokoa walked apart with him to make
inquiries, as I had no doubt, connected with the subject of his
brother's fate. Meanwhile Barton produced a piece of tortoise-shell,
and some pearls, which he exhibited to the natives, asking whether they
had any articles of the kind; but after carelessly looking at them, they
shook their heads, and inquired what such things were good for;
whereupon Barton, casting an annihilating glance at the disconcerted
Sinbad, significantly demanded of him what had become of those necklaces
of pearls, worn by the natives of Angatan, and whether these simple,
inoffensive people, were the gigantic cannibals, about whom he had
manufactured such enormous lies.

"After Mowno h