On my way, I passed the grave, or murai, of King Pomare I.

It consists of a small piece of ground, surrounded by a stone wall, and covered with a roof of palm- leaves.

Some half-decayed pieces of cloth and portions of wearing apparel were still lying in it.
One of my most interesting excursions, however, was that to Fantaua and the Diadem.

The former is a spot which the Indians considered impregnable; but where, nevertheless, they were well beaten by the French during the last war.

Monsieur Bruat, the governor, was kind enough to lend me his horses, and to allow me the escort of a non- commissioned officer, who could point out to me each position of the Indians and French, as he had himself been in the engagement.
For more than two hours, we proceeded through horrible ravines, thick woods, and rapid mountain torrents.