"That’sthelowestglassIeversawinthePolynesianoranyotherseasduringthirtyyears。It’sright，too，forIhavetesteditbythreeothers，"hesaid。
"Whatdoesitmean？"Iaskedratheranxiously。
"SouthSeacycloneoftheworstbreed，"hereplied。"ThatcursedDaneknewitwascomingandthat’swhyhelefttheship。
Prayasyouneverprayedbefore，"andagainhestretchedouthishandtowardsthewhiskybottle。ButIsteppedbetweenhimandit，shakingmyhead。Thereonhelaughedforthethirdtimeandleftthecabin。ThoughIsawhimonceortwiceafterwards，thesewerereallythelastwordsofintelligibleconversationthatIeverhadwithCaptainAstley。
"Itseemsthatweareinsomedanger，"saidBastin，inanunmovedkindofway。"Ithinkthatwasagoodideaofthecaptain’s，toputupapetition，Imean，butasBickleywillscarcelycaretojoininitIwillgointothecabinanddosomyself。"
Bickleysnorted，thensaid：
"Confoundthatcaptain！Whydidheplaysuchatrickuponusaboutthebarometer？Humphrey，Ibelievehehadbeendrinking。"
"SodoI，"Isaid，lookingatthewhiskybottle。"Otherwise，aftertakingthoseprecautionstokeepusinthedark，hewouldnothaveletonlikethat。"
"Well，"saidBickley，"hecan’tgettotheliquor，exceptthroughthissaloon，asitislockedupforwardwiththeotherstores。"
"That’snothing，"Ireplied，"asdoubtlesshehasasupplyofhisown；rum，Iexpect。Wemusttakeourchance。"
Bickleynodded，andsuggestedthatweshouldgoondecktoseewhatwashappening。Sowewent。Notabreathofwindwasstirring，andeventheseaseemedtobesettlingdownalittle。
Atleast，sowejudgedfromthemotion，forwecouldnotseeeitheritorthesky；everythingwasasblackaspitch。Weheardthesailors，however，engagedinriggingguideropesforeandaft，andbatteningdownthehatcheswithextratarpaulinsbythelightoflanterns。Alsotheywereputtingropesroundtheboatsanddoingsomethingtothesparsandtopmasts。
PresentlyBastinjoinedus，having，Isuppose，finishedhisdevotions。
"Really，itisquitepleasanthere，"hesaid。"Oneneverknowshowdisagreeablesomuchwindisuntilitstops。"
Ilitmypipe，makingnoanswer，andthematchburnedquitesteadilythereintheopenair。
"Whatisthat？"exclaimedBickley，staringatsomethingwhichnowIsawforthefirsttime。Itlookedlikealineofwhiteapproachingthroughthegloom。Withitcameahissingsound，andalthoughtherewasstillnowind，theriggingbegantomoanmysteriouslylikeathinginpain。Abigdropofwateralsofellfromthesidesintomypipeandputitout。Thenoneofthesailorscriedinahoarsevoice：
"Getdownbelow，governors，unlessyouwanttogoouttosea！"
"Why？"inquiredBastin。
"Why？Becosthe’urricaneiscoming，that’sall。Comingasthoughthedevilhadkickeditoutof’ell。"
Bastinseemedinclinedtoremonstrateatthissortoflanguage，butwepushedhimdownthecompanionandfollowed，propellingthespanielTommyinfrontofus。NextmomentIheardthesailorsbatteningthehatchwithhurriedblows，andwhenthiswasdonetotheirsatisfaction，heardtheirfeetalsoastheyranintoshelter。
AnotherinstantandwewerealllyinginaheaponthecabinfloorwithpoorTommyontopofus。Thecyclonehadstrucktheship！Abovethewashofwaterandthescreamingofthegaleweheardothermysterioussounds，whichdoubtlesswerecausedbytheyardshittingtheseas，fortheyachtwaslyingonherside。I
thoughtthatallwasover，butpresentlytherecamearending，crashingnoise。Themasts，oroneofthem，hadgone，andbydegreeswerighted。
"Nearthing！"saidBickley。"Goodheavens，what’sthat？"
Ilistened，fortheelectriclighthadtemporarilygoneout，owing，Isuppose，tothedynamohavingstoppedforamoment。A
mostunholyandhollowsoundwasrisingfromthecabinfloor。Itmighthavebeencausedbyabullockwithitswindpipecut，tryingtogetitsbreathandgroaning。ThenthelightcameonagainandwesawBastinlyingatfulllengthonthecarpet。
"He’sbrokenhisneckorsomething，"Isaid。
Bickleycrepttohimandhavinglooked，sangout：
"It’sallright！He’sonlysea—sick。Ithoughtitwouldcometothatifhedranksomuchtea。"
"Sea—sick，"Isaidfaintly——"sea—sick？"
"That’sall，"saidBickley。"Thenervesofthestomachactingonthebrainorvice—versa——thatis，ifBastinhasabrain，"headdedsottovoce。
"Oh！"groanedtheprostrateclergyman。"IwishthatIweredead！"
"Don’ttroubleaboutthat，"answeredBickley。"Iexpectyousoonwillbe。Here，drinksomewhisky，youdonkey。"
Bastinsatupandobeyed，outofthebottle，foritwasimpossibletopouranythingintoaglass，withresultstoodreadfultonarrate。
"Icallthatadirtytrick，"hesaidpresently，inafeeblevoice，gloweringatBickley。
"IexpectIshallhavetoplayyouadirtierbeforelong，foryouareaprettybadcase，oldfellow。"
Asamatteroffacthehad，foronceBastinhadbegunreallywethoughtthathewasgoingtodie。Somehowwegothimintohiscabin，whichopenedoffthesaloon，andashecoulddrinknothingmore，Bickleymanagedtoinjectmorphiaorsomeothercompoundintohim，whichmadehiminsensibleforalongwhile。
"Hemustbeinapoorway，"hesaid，"fortheneedlewentmorethanaquarterofaninchintohim，andhenevercriedoutorstirred。Couldn’thelpitinthatrolling。"
ButnowIcouldheartheenginesworking，andIthinkthatthebowofthevesselwasgotheadontotheseas，forinsteadofrollingwepitched，orrathertheshipstoodfirstupononeendandthenupontheother。Thiscontinuedforawhileuntilthefirstburstofthecyclonehadgoneby。Thensuddenlytheenginesstopped；Isupposethattheyhadbrokendown，butIneverlearned，andweseemedtoveerabout，nearlysinkingintheprocess，andtorunbeforethehurricaneatterrificspeed。
"Iwonderwherewearegoingto？"IsaidtoBickley。"Tothelandofsleep，Humphrey，Iimagine，"herepliedinamoregentlevoicethanIhadoftenheardhimuse，adding："Good—bye，oldboy，wehavebeenrealfriends，haven’twe，notwithstandingmypeculiarities？IonlywishthatIcouldthinkthattherewasanythinginBastin’sviews。ButIcan’t，Ican’t。It’sgoodnightforuspoorcreatures！"
ChapterVI
LandAtlasttheelectriclightreallywentout。Ihadlookedatmywatchjustbeforethishappenedandwounditup，which，Bickleyremarked，wassuperfluousandawasteofenergy。Itthenmarked3。20inthemorning。WehadwedgedBastin，whowasnowsnoringcomfortably，intohisberth，withpillows，andmanagedtotieacordoverhim——no，itwasalargebathtowel，fixingoneendofittothelittlerackoverhisbedandtheothertoitsframework。Asforourselves，welaydownonthefloorbetweenthetablelegs，which，ofcourse，werescrewed，andthesettee，protectingourselvesasbestwewereablebyhelpofthecushions，etc。，betweentwoofwhichwethrusttheterrifiedTommywhohadbeenslidingupanddownthecabinfloor。Thusweremained，expectingdeatheverymomenttillthelightofday，averydimlight，strugglingthroughaport—holeofwhichtheironcoverhadsomehowbeenwrenchedoff。Orperhapsitwasnevershut，Idonotremember。
Aboutthistimetherecamealullinthehellish，howlinghurricane；thefactbeing，Isuppose，thatwehadreachedthecentreofthecyclone。Isuggestedthatweshouldtrytogoondeckandseewhatwashappening。Sowestarted，onlytofindtheentrancetothecompanionsofaithfullysecuredthatwecouldnotbyanymeansgetout。Weknockedandshouted，butnooneanswered。Mybeliefisthatatthistimeeveryoneontheyachtexceptourselveshadbeenwashedawayanddrowned。
Thenwereturnedtothesaloon，which，exceptforalittlewatertricklingaboutthefloor，wasmarvelouslydry，and，beinghungry，retrievedsomebitsoffoodandbiscuitfromitscornersandate。Atthismomentthecyclonebegantoblowagainworsethanever，butitseemedtous，fromanotherdirection，andbeforeitspedourpoorderelictbarque。ItblewalldaytillformypartIgrewutterlywearyandevenlongedfortheinevitableend。IfmyviewswerenotquitethoseofBastin，certainlytheywerenotthoseofBickley。Ihadbelievedfrommyyouthupthattheindividualityofman，theego，sotospeak，doesnotdiewhenlifegoesoutofhispoorbody，andthisfaithdidnotdesertmethen。Therefore，Iwishedtohaveitoverandlearnwhattheremightbeupontheotherside。
Wecouldnotspeakmuchbecauseofthehowlingofthewind，butBickleydidmanagetoshouttomesomethingtotheeffectthathispartnerswould，inhisopinion，makeanendoftheirgreatpracticewithintwoyears，which，headded，wasapity。Inoddedmyhead，notcaringtwopencewhathappenedtoBickley’spartnersortheirbusiness，ortomyownproperty，ortoanythingelse。
Whendeathisathandmostofusdonotthinkmuchofsuchthingsbecausethenwerealisehowsmalltheyare。IndeedIwaswonderingwhetherwithinafewminutesorhoursIshouldorshouldnotseeNatalieagain，andifthisweretheendtowhichshehadseemedtobeckonmeinthatdream。
Onwesped，andon。AboutfourintheafternoonweheardsoundsfromBastin’scabinwhichfaintlyremindedmeofsometune。I
crepttothedoorandlistened。Evidentlyhehadawakenedandwassingingortryingtosing，formusicwasnotoneofhisstrongpoints，"Forthoseinperilonthesea。"DevoutlydidIwishthatitmightbeheard。Presentlyitceased，soIsupposehewenttosleepagain。
Thedarknessgatheredoncemore。Thenofasuddensomethingfearfulhappened。TherewerestupendousnoisesofakindIhadneverheard；therewereconvulsions。Itseemedtousthattheshipwasflungrightupintotheairahundredfeetormore。
"Tidalwave，Iexpect，"shoutedBickley。
Almostashespokeshecamedownwiththemostappallingcrashontosomethinghardandnearlyjarredthesensesoutofus。Nextthesaloonwaswhirlingroundandroundandyetbeingcarriedforward，andwefeltairblowinguponus。Thenoursensesleftus。AsIclaspedTommytomyside，whimperingandlickingmyface，mylastthoughtwasthatallwasover，andthatpresentlyI
shouldlearneverythingornothing。
Iwokeupfeelingverybruisedandsoreandperceivedthatlightwasflowingintothesaloon。Thedoorwasstillshut，butithadbeenwrenchedoffitshinges，andthatwaswherethelightcamein；alsosomeoftheteakplanksofthedecking，jaggedandsplintered，werestickingupthroughthecarpet。Thetablehadbrokenfromitsfasteningsandlayuponitsside。Everythingelsewasoneconfusion。IlookedatBickley。Apparentlyhehadnotawakened。Hewasstretchedoutstillwedgedinwithhiscushionsandbleedingfromawoundinhishead。Icrepttohiminterrorandlistened。Hewasnotdead，forhisbreathingwasregularandnatural。Thewhiskybottlewhichhadbeencorkedwasuponthefloorunbrokenandaboutathirdfull。Itookagoodpullatthespirit；tomeittastedlikenectarfromthegods。ThenItriedtoforcesomedownBickley’sthroatbutcouldnot，soIpouredalittleuponthecutonhishead。Thesmartofitwokehiminahurry。
"Wherearewenow？"heexclaimed。"Youdon’tmeantotellmethatBastinisrightafterallandthatweliveagainsomewhereelse？Oh！Icouldneverbearthatignominy。"
"Idon’tknowaboutlivingsomewhereelse，"Isaid，"althoughmyopinionsonthatmatterdifferfromyours。ButIdoknowthatyouandIarestillonearthinwhatremainsofthesaloonoftheStaroftheSouth。"
"ThankGodforthat！Let’sgoandlookforoldBastin，"saidBickley。"Idopraythatheisallrightalso。"
"Itismostillogicalofyou，Bickley，andindeedwrong，"
groanedadeepvoicefromtheothersideofthecabindoor，"tothankaGodinWhomyoudonotbelieve，andtotalkofprayingforoneoftheworstandmostinefficientofHisservantswhenyouhavenofaithinprayer。
"Gotyouthere，myfriend，"Isaid。
Bickleymurmuredsomethingaboutforceofhabit，andlookedsmallerthanIhadeverseenhimdobefore。
Somehowweforcedthatdooropen；itwasnoteasybecauseithadjammed。Withinthecabin，hangingoneithersideofthebathtowelwhichhadstoodthestrainnobly，somethinglikeadampgarmentoveralinenline，wasBastinmostofwhosebunkseemedtohavedisappeared。Yes——Bastin，paleanddishevelledandlookingshrunk，withhishairtouzledandhisbeardapparentlygrowingallways，butstillBastinalive，ifveryweak。
Bickleyranathimandmadeacursoryexaminationwithhisfingers。
"Nothingbroken，"hesaidtriumphantly。"He’sallright。"
"Ifyouhadhungoveratowelformanyhoursinmostviolentweatheryouwouldnotsaythat，"groanedBastin。"Myinsideisapulp。Butperhapsyouwouldbekindenoughtountieme。"
"Bosh！"saidBickleyasheobeyed。"Allyouwantissomethingtoeat。Meanwhile，drinkthis，"andhehandedhimtheremainsofthewhisky。
Bastinswallowediteverydrop，murmuringsomethingabouttakingalittlewineforhisstomach’ssake，"oneofthePaulineinjunctions，youknow，"afterwhichhewasmuchmorecheerful。
Thenwehuntedaboutandfoundsomemoreofthebiscuitsandotherfoodwithwhichwefilledourselvesafterafashion。
"Iwonderwhathashappened，"saidBastin。"Isupposethat，thankstotheskillofthecaptain，wehaveafterallreachedthehavenwherewewouldbe。"
Herehestopped，rubbedhiseyesandlookedtowardsthesaloondoorwhich，asIhavesaid，hadbeenwrenchedoffitshinges，butappearedtohaveopenedwiderthanwhenIobserveditlast。AlsoTommy，whowasrecoveringhisspirits，utteredaseriesoflowgrowls。
"Itisamostcuriousthing，"hewenton，"andIsupposeImustbesufferingfromhallucinations，butIcouldswearthatjustnowIsawlookingthroughthatdoorthesameimproperyoungwomanclothedinafewflowersandnothingelse，whosephotographinthatabominableandlibellousbookwasindirectlythecauseofourtempestuousvoyage。"
"Indeed！"repliedBickley。"Well，solongasshehasnotgotonthebroken—downstaysandtheSalvationArmybonnetwithoutacrown，whichyoumayremembersheworeaftershehadfallenintothehandsofyourfraternity，IamsureIdonotmind。InfactI
shouldbedelightedtoseeanythingsopleasant。"
Atthismomentadistinctsoundoffemaletitteringarosefrombeyondthedoor。TommybarkedandBickleysteppedtowardsit，butIcalledtohim。
"Lookout！Wheretherearewomentherearesuretobemen。Letusbereadyagainstaccidents。"
Sowearmedourselveswithpistols，thatisBickleyandIdid，BastinbeingfortifiedsolelywithaBible。
Thenweadvanced，aremarkableanddilapidatedtrio，anddraggedthedoorwide。Instantlytherewasascurryandwecaughtsightofwomen’sformswearingonlyflowers，andbutfewofthese，runningoverwhitesandtowardsgroupsofmenarmedwithodd—lookingclubs，someofwhichwerefashionedtotheshapesofswordsandspears。TomakeanimpressionIfiredtwoshotswithmyrevolverintotheair，whereuponbothmenandwomenfledintogrovesoftreesandvanished。
"Theydon’tseemtobeaccustomedtowhitepeople，"saidBickley。"Isitpossiblethatwehavefoundashoreuponwhichnomissionaryhassetafoot？"
"Ihopeso，"saidBastin，"seeingthatunworthyasIam，thentheopportunitiesformewouldbeverygreat。"
Westoodstillandlookedaboutus。Thiswaswhatwesaw。Alltheafterpartoftheshipfromforwardofthebridgehadvanishedutterly；therewasnotatraceofit；shehadasitwerebeencutintwo。More，weweresomeconsiderabledistancefromtheseawhichwasstillragingoveraquarterofamileawaywheregreatwhitecombersstruckuponareefandspoutedintotheair。Behinduswasacliff，apparentlyofrockbutcoveredwithearthandvegetation，andagainstthiscliff，inwhichtheprowoftheshipwasburied，she，orwhatremainedofher，hadcometoanchorforthelasttime。
"Youseewhathashappened，"Isaid。"Agreattidalwavehascarriedusuphereandretreated。"
"That’sit，"exclaimedBickley。"Lookatthedebris，"andhepointedtotorn—uppalms，bushesandseaweedpiledintoheapswhichstillransaltwater；alsotoanumberofdeadfishthatlayaboutamongthem，adding，"Well，wearesavedanyhow。"
"AndyettherearepeoplelikeyouwhosaythatthereisnoProvidence！"ejaculatedBastin。
"IwonderwhattheviewsofCaptainAstleyandthecreware，orratherwere，uponthatmatter，"interruptedBickley。
"Idon’tknow，"answeredBastin，lookingabouthimvaguely。"ItistruethatIcan’tseeanyofthem，butiftheyaredrownednodoubtitisbecausetheirperiodofusefulnessinthisworldhadended。"
"Let’sgetdownandlookaboutus，"Iremarked，beinganxioustoavoidfurtherargument。
Sowescrambledfromtheremnantoftheship，likeNoahdescendingoutoftheark，asBastinsaid，ontothebeachbeneath，whereTommyrushedtoandfro，gambollingforjoy。Herewediscoveredapathwhichrandiagonallyupthesideofacliffwhichwasnowheremorethanfiftyorsixtyfeetinheight，andpossiblyhadonceformedtheshoreofthisland，orperhapsthatofalake。Upthispathwewent，followingthetracksofmanyhumanfeet，andreachingthecrestofthecliff，lookedaboutus，baskingaswedidsointhebeautifulmorningsun，fortheskywasnowclearofcloudsandwiththatlastawfuleffort，whichdestroyedourship，thecyclonehadpassedaway。
WewerestandingonaplaindownwhichranalittlestreamofgoodwaterwhereofTommydrankgreedily，wefollowinghisexample。Totherightandleftofthisplain，furtherthanwecouldsee，stretchedbushlandoverwhichtoweredmanypalms，ratherraggednowbecauseofthelashingofthegale。Lookinginlandweperceivedthatthegroundslopedgentlydownwards，endingatadistanceofsomemilesinalargelake。Faroutinthislakesomethinglikethetopofamountainofabrowncolourroseabovethewater，andontheedgeofitwaswhatfromthatdistanceappearedtobeatumbledruin。
"Thisisallveryinteresting，"IsaidtoBickley。"Whatdoyoumakeofit？"
"Idon’tquiteknow。AtfirstsightIshouldsaythatwearestandingonthelipofacraterofsomevastextinctvolcano。
Lookhowitcurvestonorthandsouthandatthesloperunningdowntothelake。"
Inodded。
"Luckythatthetidalwavedidnotgetoverthecliff，"Isaid。
"Ifithadthepeopleherewouldhaveallbeendrownedout。I
wonderwheretheyhavegone？"
AsIspokeBastinpointedtotheedgeofthebushsomehundredsofyardsaway，whereweperceivedbrownfiguresslippingaboutamongthetrees。Isuggestedthatweshouldgobacktothemouthofourpath，soastohavealineofretreatopenincaseofnecessity，andawaitevents。Sowedidandtherestoodstill。Bydegreesthebrownfiguresemergedontotheplaintothenumberofsomehundreds，andwesawthattheywerebothmaleandfemale。
Thewomenwereclothedinnothingexceptflowersandalittlegirdle；themenwereallarmedwithwoodenweaponsandalsoworeagirdlebutnoflowers。Thechildren，ofwhomthereweremany，werequitenaked。
Amongthesepeopleweobservedatallpersonclothedinwhatseemedtobeamagnificentfeathercloak，and，walkingaroundandabouthim，anumberofgrotesqueformsadornedwithhideousmasksandbasket—likehead—dressesthatweresurmountedbyplumes。
"Thekingorchiefandhispriestsormedicine—men！Thisissplendid，"saidBickleytriumphantly。
Bastinalsocontemplatedthemwithenthusiasmasrawmaterialuponwhichhehopedtogettowork。
Bydegreesandverycautiouslytheyapproachedus。Toourjoy，weperceivedthatbehindthemwalkedseveralyoungwomenwhoborewoodentraysoffoodorfruit。
"Thatlookswell，"Isaid。"Theywouldnotmakeofferingsunlesstheywerefriendly。"
"Thefoodmaybepoisoned，"remarkedBickleysuspiciously。
Thecrowdadvanced，westandingquitestilllookingasdignifiedaswecould，Iasthetallestinthemiddle，withTommysittingatmyfeet。Whentheywereaboutfiveandtwentyyardsaway，however，thatwretchedlittledogcaughtsightofthemaskedpriests。Hegrowledandthenrushedatthembarking，hislongblackearsflappingashewent。
Theeffectwasinstantaneous。Oneandalltheyturnedandfledprecipitately，whoevidentlyhadneverbeforeseenadogandlookeduponitasadeadlycreature。Yes，eventhetallchiefandhismaskedmedicine—menfledlikeharespursuedbyTommy，whobitoneofthemintheleg，evokingaterrifichowl。Icalledhimbackandtookhimintomyarms。Seeingthathewassafeforawhilethecrowdreformedandonceagainadvanced。
Astheycamewenotedthattheywereawonderfullyhandsomepeople，tallandstraightwithregularlyshapedfeaturesandnothingofthenegroaboutthem。Someoftheyoungwomenmightevenbecalledbeautiful，thoughthosewhowereelderlyhadbecomecorpulent。Thefeather—clothedchief，however，wasmuchdisfiguredbyahugegrowthwithanarrowstalktoitthathungfromhisneckandrestedonhisshoulder。
"I’llhavethatoffhimbeforeheisaweekolder，"saidBickley，surveyingthisdeformitywithgreatprofessionalinterest。
Ontheycame，thegirlswiththeplatterswalkingahead。Ononeofthesewerewhatlookedlikejointsofbakedpork，onanothersomeplantainsandpear—shapedfruits。Theykneltdownandofferedthesetous。Wecontemplatedthemforawhile。ThenBickleyshookhisheadandbegantorubhisstomachwithappropriatecontortions。Clearlytheywerequick—mindedenoughfortheysawthepoint。Atsomewordsthegirlsbroughttheplatterstothechiefandothers，whotookfromthemportionsofthefoodathazardandatethemtoshowthatitwasnotpoisoned，wewatchingtheirthroatsthewhiletomakesurethatitwasswallowed。ThentheyreturnedagainandwetooksomeofthefoodthoughonlyBickleyate，because，asIpointedouttohim，beingadoctorwhounderstoodtheuseofantidotes；clearlyheshouldmaketheexperiment。However，nothinghappened；indeedhesaidthatitwasverygood。
Afterthistherecameapause。ThensuddenlyBastintookuphisparableinthePolynesiantonguewhich——toacertainextent——hehadacquiredwithsomuchpains。
"Whatisthisplacecalled？"heaskedslowlyanddistinctly，pausingbetweeneachword。
Hisaudienceshooktheirheadsandhetriedagain，puttingtheaccentsondifferentsyllables。Behold！somebrightspiritunderstoodhimandanswered：
"Orofena。"
"Thatmeansahill，oranisland，orahillinanisland，"
whisperedBickleytome。
"WhoisyourGod？"askedBastinagain。
Thepointseemedoneuponwhichtheywerealittledoubtful，butatlastthechiefanswered，"Oro。Hewhofights。"
"Inotherwords，Mars，"saidBickley。
"Iwillgiveyouabetterone，"saidBastininthesameslowfashion。
ThinkingthathereferredtohimselfthesechildrenofNaturecontemplatedhisangularformdoubtfullyandshooktheirheads。
Thenforthefirsttimeoneofthemenwhowaswearingamaskandawickercrateonhishead，spokeinahollowvoice，saying：
"IfyoutryOrowilleatyouup。"
"Headpriest！"saidBickley，nudgingme。"OldBastinhadbetterbecarefulorhewillgethisteethintohimandcallthemOro’s。"
Anotherpause，afterwhichthemaninafeathercloakwiththegrowthonhisneckthataservantwassupporting，said：
"IamMarama，thechiefofOrofena。Wehaveneverseenmenlikeyoubefore，ifyouaremen。Whatbroughtyouhereandwithyouthatfierceandterribleanimal，orevilspiritwhichmakesanoiseandbites？"
NowBickleypretendedtoconsultmewhostoodbroodingandmajestic，thatisifIcanbemajestic。Iwhisperedsomethingandheanswered：
"Thegodsofthewindandthesea。"