He also sent toys, sewing materials, small tools for the younger children, and other things that I have forgotten.

After his death a letter was found among his papers, of which I have only the last few lines.

'I cannot suppose you remember me, but I won't forget you, nor God won't forget you for your kindness to the blind white leper at Molokai.' During my husband's absence I had made every preparation for our voyage on the _Equator_, so but little time was lost before we found ourselves on board, our sails set for the south.

The _Equator_, which had easily lived through the great Samoan hurricane, made no such phenomenal runs as the _Casco_, but we could trust her, and she had no 'tricks and ways' that we did not understand.

We liked the sailors, we loved the ship and her captain, so it was with heart-felt regret we said farewell in the harbour of Apia after a long and perfect cruise.
After reading the letters that awaited us in Apia, we looked over the newspapers.