Sooner or later, my day must come; but I can put it off best by making my enemies out of strangers who arrive upon our island, and not out of those of my own household.

All Boupari men who have been initiated know the terrible secret--they know where lies the Death of Tu-Kila-Kila.

The strangers who come to us from the sun or the sea do not know it; and therefore my life is safest with them.

So I make them Korong whenever I can, to prolong my own days, and to guard my secret." "And the Death of Tu-Kila-Kila ?" the woman whispered, very low, still soothing his arm with her hand and patting his cheek softly from time to time with a gentle, caressing motion.

"Tell me where does that live?
Who holds it in charge?
Where is Tu-Kila-Kila's great spirit laid by in safety?
I know it is in the tree; but where and in what part of it ?" Tu-Kila-Kila drew back with a little cry of surprise.