The sailors knocked many of them upon the head with clubs as they lay sleeping on the shores.

One of these afforded much sport, though rather of a barbarous sort if one had taken time to think at all on the subject.

Sleeping on the brink of a small lagoon in the interior of one of these islands, he was roused by the approaching footsteps of his enemy.

Seeing the man close to him, with upraised club over his head, he dropped into the water.

This was so shallow as not to protect him from the stones that were hurled at him from all sides, and so small that he was completely surrounded.