This is erroneously termed by us "Milk," but it only becomes thick and milky when the cocoa-nut is very stale, in which condition it is never eaten in these islands.
Tati, with his family, remained here, while we proceeded to Papara, an hour's walk.

The road was delightful, leading mostly through thick groves of fruit-trees; but it would not suit a person with a tendency to hydrophobia, for we were obliged to wade through more than half a dozen streams and brooks.
At Papara, Monsieur -- - possessed some landed property, with a little wooden four-roomed house, in which he was kind enough to give me a lodging.
We here heard of the death of one of Tati's sons, of which he numbered twenty-one.

He had been dead three days, and his friends were awaiting Tati to pay the last honours to the deceased.

I had intended to make an excursion to the Lake Vaihiria, but deferred doing so, in order to be present at the burial.

On the following morning, 6th May, I paid a visit to the hut of the deceased.
Monsieur -- - gave me a new handkerchief to take with me as a present--a relic of the old superstition which the people of this island have introduced into Christianity.