For long, even those well versed in island manners and the island character daily expected war, and heard imaginary drums beat in the forest.

But for now close upon a year, and against every stress of persuasion and temptation, Mataafa has been the bulwark of our peace.

Apia lay open to be seized, he had the power in his hand, his followers cried to be led on, his enemies marshalled him the same way by impotent examples; and he has never faltered.

Early in the day, a white man was sent from the government of Mulinuu to examine and report upon his actions: I saw the spy on his return; "It was only our rebel that saved us," he said, with a laugh.

There is now no honest man in the islands but is well aware of it; none but knows that, if we have enjoyed during the past eleven months the conveniences of peace, it is due to the forbearance of "our rebel." Nor does this part of his conduct stand alone.