Every now and then he renewed his invitation to go on shore, but was satisfied when given to understand that our visit must be deferred till the morrow.
NATIVE SONG.
He was a merry, active, good-humoured fellow, and gave us a number of songs, one of which I wrote down.

Although unfortunately I cannot give an accompanying translation, yet this song exhibits the remarkable softness of the language from the great number of vowels.
Ama watuya boyama Manyure gerri gege udaeno Dagi ginoa dagi gino ama Watu yebbo.
Manyure gerri gege udaeno Dagi egino da' gino ama Watu yebbo--watu yebbo.
Most of them--perhaps all--were extempore, as on turning his attention to the moon, he struck up a song in which the name of that body was frequently mentioned.

He was treated to an exhibition of the magic lantern in the cabin by Captain Stanley, and a rocket was sent up to his great astonishment and admiration, which he found words to express in "kaiwa" (fire) "kaiwa, oh! dim dim!" August 26th.
Our guest became very uneasy when he saw no canoes from the island coming off, and no symptoms of lowering a boat to land him.

His invitation to the shore and pantomime of killing a pig were repeated time after time, and he became very despondent.

Two canoes from the mainland came alongside, and he got into one which shoved off, but quickly returned and put him on board, as they were not going to the island.