To-morrow we will talk with the spirits he has brought.

To-night we will sleep.

Now all go to your homes; and tell your women of this great taboo, lest they speak to the spirits, and fall into the hands of Fire or of Water." The savages dropped on their faces before the eye of their god and lay quite still.

They made a path as it were from the pyre to the temple door with their prostrate bodies.

Tu-Kila-Kila, walking with unsteady steps over their half-naked forms, turned to his hut in a drunken booze.