The moment we came in sight of the village, Nana, the native who was for’ard, stood up and gave a loud cry, which was immediately answered by some invisible person near us; and then the cry was taken up by some one else nearer the village.  In a few minutes we saw the people coming out of their queer-looking, saddle-backed dwellings and running down to the beach, where, by the time we shot the canoe up on the sand, the whole population was gathered to welcome us.

Standing a little in front of the rest of the villagers was the head man, swarthy-faced, clean-shaved Kusis; beside him Tulpe, his wife, a graceful young woman of about five-and-twenty, and her husband’s little daughter by a former wife.  This child was named Kinie, a merry-faced, laughing-voiced sprite, ten years of age, with long, wavy, and somewhat unkempt hair hanging down over her shining copper-coloured shoulders.

Kusis spoke English well, and the moment I got out of the canoe he shook hands with me, his wife and daughter following suit, and said he was glad that I had left the settlement at Utwe; that King Togusa and Queen Se had sent him word that I intended leaving the other white men, and that if I came to Leasse or any other Tillage on the lee side of the island I was to be well cared for; “but,” he added, “you an’ me will talk ’bout this by and by.  Come first to my house, and eat and smoke.”

Here an old man, renowned as a great wild boar hunter, thrust himself through the surrounding crowd, and asked my name.  His keen, wrinkled visage was all but enshrouded by a mass of snowy-white hair that made him present a very curious appearance ­much like that of a Poland fowl.  He shook hands with me vigorously, and then made a speech to the others, pointing his finger alternately at myself and then to his own breast.  Knowing but little of the difficult Strong’s Island language, I was at first under the impression that the old man was not pleased at the advent of a white man; but I was soon pleasantly undeceived, for at the conclusion of his speech every man, woman, and child came up in turn and solemnly shook hands with me.

Motioning to Sru and Nana ­my crew ­to hand my few little effects, which consisted of clothing, tobacco, and a Winchester rifle and ammunition, out of the canoe, the whole party of us started off for Kusis’s house, the old pig-hunter proudly carrying the Winchester in advance, and Kusis and his wife each holding one of my hands.

Not one of them now spoke a word, and only that it would have given serious offence, the temptation to laugh at being led about like a child was very great.  In another minute or two we reached the head man’s house, a handsome, well-built structure of coral stone, with a thatched roof and cane-work floor raised some two feet or so off the ground.  Here all the males in the company sat down to eat, while the women waited upon them.

In the whole village there were but a hundred people, and, with the exception of two or three young men who were away turtle-catching, they were now all present.  After we had finished eating, Kusis repeated the King’s message to me, and wanted to know what I intended to do ­to live at Leasse, or “go and look at the other places along the coast, and see if there was a better place than Leasse?”

Leasse, I said, should be my home.  I knew him and some others besides in Leasse, and liked the place and the people, etcetera.  They appeared very pleased at this, and Eusis at once desired me to point out the spot whereon my house was to be built ­meanwhile I was to live with him till it was completed.  I chose a site about thirty yards away from where we stood; and then, to show that no time would be lost, Eusis at once sent five or six men into the bush to cut posts, and ordered all the women and girls to begin making the thatch for the roof and cutting cane for the walls and floor.

I must ask my readers to bear in mind that the friendship of these people for an almost unknown white man was inspired by no unworthy motive.  Kusis and his people, as well as the King and Queen, knew that when the brig was lost I had saved nothing whatever from the wreck.  Such little clothing as I had with me had been given to me by the young American trader before mentioned, and old Harry Terry had given me half a small tierce of tobacco and the Winchester rifle and cartridges.  And shortly after the wreck of the brig it had been my fortunate lot to prevent a number of Strong’s Islanders from serious ill-treatment by some of my white companions, and for this their gratitude knew no bounds.  I found that the old King, as soon as he heard that young Harry and myself had separated from the other white men, had sent messengers to every place on the island telling them to treat us well.  He was, however, terribly afraid of Harry’s Pleasant Island natives, and anxious that he should keep them under control and disarm them.  I told Kusis that the King had no reason to fear any harm coming to his people from Harry’s followers, who would be kept well in hand by their master, furthermore that I had heard Harry threaten to shoot dead the first man that either robbed or offered violence to any Strong’s Islander.  They seemed much pleased at this, and told me that in the old days they were afraid of no one, and were a great fighting people, but since their conversion to Christianity all the fight had gone out of them; and, indeed, I found them, although a generous and amiable race, very cowardly.

During the time my house was being built I made friends with every boy and girl in the village; they took an especial delight in taking me about shooting and fishing.  At the rear of Leasse the forest-clad mountains rise in a gradual but magnificent sweep to a height of two thousand feet, and on the second day after my arrival we set out to try and shoot some wild pigs, with which the dense mountain jungle abounded.  The only adult beside myself with the party was the old boar hunter Rii.  He was armed with a very heavy wooden spear, with a keen steel head, shaped like a whaler’s lance, whilst the rest of the party, who were composed of boys and girls ranging in years from ten to fifteen, carried lighter spears.  Every girl had two or three mongrel curs held in a leash.  These animals were, however, well trained in pig-hunting and never barked until the prey was either being run down or was brought to bay.  Amongst the children were two half-castes ­brother and sister.  The boy was about twelve, the girl a couple of years older.  I learnt that their father, who was dead, was an Englishman, a deserter from a man-of-war.  He had married a girl at Coquille Harbour, and, after living on Strong’s Island for a few years, had gone with his wife and children to the Western Carolines, where he was killed in an attack on a native fortress, and the woman and boy and girl had returned to their native land in a whaleship.  The girl spoke English very well, and although she was naked to the waist when we first started out, a feeling of modesty made her return to the village and don a man’s singlet.  Old Rii, our leader, who could not speak a word of English, called the pair up to me, and, pointing to the boy, said “Te-o” (Joe), and to the girl, “Lit-si” (Lizzie).  Although they were much lighter in colour than the rest of our company, I had no idea they had white blood in their veins till the girl said shyly, “This is my brother; my father belong to England.”  I afterwards found from her that she only knew her father as “Bob” ­his surname was never known.

For the first mile or two we walked along the banks of a noisy mountain stream, which here and there formed into deep pools, with a bottom of bright blue stones.  These pools contained many fish, as well as vast numbers of crayfish.  One of the girls with us carried fishing-tackle, and in a few minutes some rods were cut, the hooks baited with small crayfish, and several fine fish landed.  These were at once cooked, the fires being kindled on some large, flat basalt stones, which were lying scattered about on the bank.  On inquiring how these stones came to be there, I was told by “Lizzie” that they were the remains of an old wall that once enclosed one of the ancient villages.  Afterwards we came across many similar sites, which seemed to bear out the statements of Duperrey and other navigators, that Strong’s Island was once inhabited by over twenty thousand people.  At the present time the population does not reach five hundred.  One of these places was situated on the summit of a spur of the great mountain range that traverses the island.  The top of the mountain had been levelled as flat as a table, and a space of about an acre was covered with what appeared to be a floor of huge basaltic prisms, laid closely together.  What the purpose of such gigantic labour was none of my companions had any idea, and on my inquiring from Lizzie how these stones, many of which weighed several tons, were carried to such an extraordinary height up such a steep ascent, she shook her head, and said, “You ask Rii.  He is a very old man, and not a Christian, and knows all about the old times.  But please don’ ask me.  The missionaries don’ let us talk of the bad days (i.e., heathen times).”  This put an end to all inquiry on my part, as old Rii could not speak a word of English, save a few vigorous expressions he had acquired from whale-ships and which he was very fond of using, and I was only just learning the Kusaie language.

As we travelled up along the sides of the mountain we saw numbers of large, fat pigeons.  They seemed to feel no alarm whatever at our presence.  Their note, which is very deep and resonant, filled the air with strange, weird echoes that reverberated amongst the silence of the mountain forest.  On reaching a little plateau on the side of a spur, old Rii stopped, and beckoned to us to keep silence, at the same time sending all the boys below the plateau.  Peering cautiously through the jungle, we saw, lying down on the moss-covered ground at the butt of a tree, a sow with her litter.  We lay very quiet till the boys had formed a cordon at the lower edge of the plateau, so as to cut off escape in that direction, and then Rii whispered to me to shoot the sow in the belly, but not to hit any of her litter if I could help it, as we could easily take them alive with the dogs.  Just as I was about to fire the old sow raised her head, and I fired at her shoulder.  At the same moment our twenty curs were let go, and the sow, although the bullet had smashed her shoulder, at once tore down the plateau, followed by her progeny, but catching sight of the cordon of boys below, at once turned, and, injured as she was, made up towards the summit of the mountain with incredible speed.  Then began the fan, the dogs yelping and howling, and the boys and girls screaming with excitement, as they plunged through the undergrowth and vines in pursuit.  Nearly on the summit was a huge tree, with foliage like an Australian white cedar, and here was the old pig’s lair, for the soil at its buttressed foot was scooped out into deep holes.

When we had succeeded in gaining the top the dogs were running round and round the tree, making the most horrible din imaginable, but not daring to venture into the hole where the old sow was.  Suddenly we saw a huge black head, with two great curved tusks, protrude out of one of the dark recesses, and the next instant a great black boar burst out and charged at the dogs, followed by the wounded sow and five little black-and-yellow suckers.  Old as he Was, Rii showed his prowess, for, calling out to the boys and girls to see that none of the young pigs got down the spur, he advanced spear in hand towards the boar, which, after his first charge, had backed up to the tree again, and now stood surrounded by dogs and frothing his savage jaws.  Already he had two or three light spears sticking into his stomach and rump.

Followed by a couple of girls who carried baskets of wood ashes, old Rii got to within a dozen feet of the great brute, and, taking a basket of ashes, threw it at the boar.  It struck him fair in the face, and the contents smothered his head and forequarters, blinding him for a second or two; and then, at the same moment, Rii sprang forward and plunged his heavy spear deep into the creature’s bowels.  But even then the boar was game, and, with a terrific snort of rage, made another charge, only to meet half a dozen spear-thrusts.

A bullet through his head soon finished him, and then began the chase after the young suckers, every one of which was caught.  Small as they were, they fought and snapped and bit viciously, and acted generally like little fiends.  As for the old sow, she was killed by the dogs; she was very poor and mangy, but the suckers were as round as balls.

Slinging the huge carcase of the boar from a stout pole, we returned to the village at nightfall.  On the way down my two young half-caste friends told me that it is a habit peculiar to the wild sows of Strong’s Island, when rearing their young, to flee to the lair of the boar when alarmed, and that sometimes the boar will kill every one of her young when harassed by dogs, and then, bursting through them, leave his partner to her fate.

Month after month passed away in the quiet little village of Leasse without the writer seeing anything of his former shipmates in the Leonora.  Sometimes Hayes’s boats would come to within a mile or so of the entrance to Coquille Harbour in their quests for coco-nuts, but, fortunately for the peace of the villagers, their crews never ventured so far as the village itself.  Perhaps, indeed, they did not know where it was, for the high-peaked, saddle-backed houses were embowered in a thick grove of breadfruit and durian-trees about half a mile from the beach; and only the white curling smoke arising from the fires as the women cooked the morning and evening meals would have revealed its presence.

One peaceful, monotonously happy day followed another till at last, in the first flush of one bright tropic sunrise, a stately British man-of-war rounded the north end of the island, and furling her snow-white canvas ­for she made the land under sail ­steamed into Lele Harbour.  And the next day Hayes fled from the island in an open boat, and I, with three others of the Leonora’s company, saw from the decks of the corvette the blue peaks of Kusaie sink into the sea.