They fear not the gods, and the customs of our fathers are not in them." Ula crept nearer, with one lithe round arm laid caressingly close to her master's neck.

"Then why do you make them Korong ?" she asked, with feminine curiosity, like some wife who seeks to worm out of her husband the secret of freemasonry.

"Why do you not cook them and eat them at once, as soon as they arrive?
They are very good food--so white and fine.
That last new-comer, now--the Queen of the Clouds--why not eat her?
She is plump and tender." "I like her," Tu-Kila-Kila responded, in a gloating tone.

"I like her every way.

I would have brought her here to my temple and admitted her at once to be one of Tu-Kila-Kila's wives--only that Fire and Water would not have permitted me.