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added to its pathetic character. After the last chorus, he spread open
his arms, rushed forward, and gave me a stage embrace. This
performance, including the pantomime, must have been of a very moving
character, for when we had finished, I actually saw tears in the eyes of
several of our audience. This evidence of the gentle and
unsophisticated character of these simple people, affected me almost as
much as our music had moved them, and I could not help thinking to how
much better account such amiable impressibility was capable of being
turned.

"Having thus performed his promise, Barton now insisted that we ought to
be entertained in our turn with some music, and after a little
persuasion, three young girls sang, or rather chaunted, several
plaintive, but somewhat monotonous airs. Their voices, though neither
strong nor clear, were soft and melodious, like the cooing of their
native wood-pigeons. In vain we asked for something livelier and more
spirited. Barton humming the tune of `Yankee Doodle,' to make them the
better understand what we wanted. All their melodies seemed to be of a
slow and measured character, and those specimens which we heard,
embraced a comparatively narrow range of notes.

"Just as the native girls finished singing, we were joined by a fresh
party of eight or ten men, who came across the brook, and mingled with
the others. I heard Barton say to Rokoa, `There is the old priest
again,' but on looking around I could not see him. The new-comers did
not appear to be in the same holiday humour as the throng around us;
they walked gravely about without joining in the general mirth and
gaiety, and manifesting none of the curiosity in regard to ourselves,
which the others had evinced. I, however, thought nothing of this at
the time, supposing that they had been of the number of those whom we
had seen in the morning by the sea-shore, although I did not recognise
any of them.

"Presently, Olla and her companions commenced begging us for more music.
One young lady in particular, (the same who had pronounced us to be
inhabitants of the moon), pressed Barton with unceasing importunities,
mingled with threats of a renewal of hostilities in case of
non-compliance. Finding all attempts at excuse or evasion utterly
unavailing, he suddenly snatched a wreath of yellow candle-nut-blossoms
from the head of his tormentress, crowned himself therewith, and
springing upon the top of the rock, assumed an o