The Hawaiian gazette., 1869-03-31

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then heated for this purpose. The "beach-
comber" sat for a moment or two, in silent
astonishment, staring first at the chief, and
then at his aMoll," and at last exclaimed,
beseechingly-~Don't, for Gods sake, Mr..
Phillipsl Live got nothing agin the
gal she's been a good gal to me. and /
don't want for to go for to see her scoffed,
all on account of little bit Of lark as
she has been and cut up. Oh, don't, Mr..
PhiIlipsr But the chief pretended to be
determined on the sacrifice of the woman,
and called one Of his men with club, with
which, at a signal, he was to deal the death
blow. The man stood over the woman
with the club raised ready to strike, with
his eye on Phillips, awaiting the signal.
Our heretofore petulent and complaining
beach-comber was now all tears and en-
treaties. He crawled on his hands and
knees, native fashion, up to Phillips, and
begged for the life of his "Moll." After
some minutes, during which Phillips did
not utter word, keeping q very stern look
on his face. but occasionally giving me
sly wink, he said to the MAXWELL, l no
eat him this time, but spose you come
again and make talk about that woman, /
knock him on the head, sure. You go
now-good bye" Then, as the fellow and
his "Molp' went out of the door, Phillips
rolled over and over on the mats, laughing
very heartily, and saying-"Didnt scare
that fellow, eh? He big fool. Why he
no knock that gal on the head himself, if
he no do right?"
In the afternoon, the chief and / paid a
visit to Mr.. Jaeger, the Wesleyan mission
ary across the river. We were received
very cordially by the reverend gentleman
and his wife, and l enjoyed pleasant half
hours conversation, in the course of which,
the missionary, learning that was ac-
quainted with 1.-The art preservative Of all
arts"-that is to say, that was printer
observed, that if possible, he should very
much like to have me remain on the islands
and carry on the printing of the Bible,
which, he said, had long ago been COM
menced by the "harum-scarum typo whom
/ mentioned in previous portion of these
sketches, and who it appeared, only work.
ed when he wanted to make a raise, which
was, so to say, semi-Occasionally. The de-
lays were very vexatious, for the natives
were clamorous for books, having proved
to be very apt at learning to read. Here
was another and very strong inducement
for me to endeayor to remain on the isl
ands. i told Mr.. Jaeger, however. that
did not think Captain Wallis would con-
sent to my leaving the vessel, although l
should like very much to do so. He did
not attempt to persuade me, but merely
said that if such thing could be brought
about, it would be very agreeable to him
and his brethren. During this conversa-
ton. Phillips sat on chair near by, appar-
emily very much engrossed in perusing the
catechism in Fijiian, which he had picked
from the table when we entered the room,
but in reality. intently listening to what
was said. As / rose to go, Phillips said
to the missionary-@You like have this
boy make books, eh? get him for you
by and bye" with significant leer at me,
the meaning of which /, recollecting our
previous conversation, understood perfect
ly, but which was not so clear to Mr..
Jaeger.
Returning down the river side towards
the place where we had left our canoe. we
heard the sound of loud singing in English,
proceeding from large house near the
river bank. Listening for moment, Phil
lips said, Il know all about that. That
house belongs to Sydney Bob. and / pretty
sure he got some rum; let's go and sect"
And so we went, and sure enough, there
was Sydney Bob" the mission printer, and
one or two other beach-combers, discuss
ing the merits of keg of old New Eng
land rum, which the printer aforesaid, had
brought with him from recent visit to
our brig. We received boisterous well
come. and Phillips and were Immediately
furnished each with tin cup full of the
fiery stuff Phillips took his dose down
as kindly as babe would take to its
mothers milk, but it was most decidedly
uphill work with me to swallow the burn
ing potion, a little of which did manage
to get down, although with wry face and
a disturbed stomach. But to see those
men pouring down one tin pot full of raw
rum after another, was to me a perfect
matter Of wonderment- They soon began
to get garrulous, but the printer and Phil
lips held their senses better than the rest.
The latter informed the typo that l had
been ''book-maker." as he styled it, and
Of course the Free-masoDry of the aart
and mystery" Of Faust and Gutenberg
brought US al once on friendly terms. He
remembered having met me before at Mbi-
wa, but did not then know that 1 was
typo But now, taking me aside, he ex-