Give me plenty of victims, and you will have plenty of yam.

Make haste, then; kill, eat; let us feast Tu-Kila-Kila! To-morrow the man and woman I have sent from the sun will come ashore on the reef, and reach Boupari." At the words, he stepped forward and raised that heavy tomahawk.

With one blow each he brained the two bound and defenceless victims on the altar-stone of his fathers.

The rest, a European hand shrinks from revealing.

The orgy was too horrible even for description.
And that was the land toward which, that moment, Felix Thurstan was struggling, with all his might, to carry Muriel Ellis, from the myriad clasping arms of a comparatively gentle and merciful ocean!.