‘Apae!Kaoha! te Haoe.Mau oti oe anao nei.’
‘Apae!Kaoha! te Haoe.Mau oti oe anao nei.’
‘Apae!Kaoha! te Haoe.Mau oti oe anao nei.’
‘Apae!
Kaoha! te Haoe.
Mau oti oe anao nei.’
“To the canoe we bore him, and thrusting it into the breakers, we called the last words, ‘E avei atu!’
“He was gone forever from Fatuhiva. And thus I got this latter name I have, Puhi Enata, the Man with the Gun.”
The old sorcerer rolled a leaf ofpandanusabout a few grains of tobacco.
“And you never had word of him?”
“Aoe, no,” he said meditatively. “He went upon that ship at Taiohae. But, American, I think often that when that man who was Tokihi came to dance in his own island, to sit at his own tribe’s feasts, or when the ardor of love would seize him, always he tried to be calm.”