After several experiences like this, I began to entertain a sort of respect for Kooloo, as quite a man of the world.

In good sooth, he turned out to be one; in one week's time giving me the cut direct, and lounging by without even nodding.

He must have taken me for part of the landscape.
Before the chests were quite empty, we had a grand washing in the stream of our best raiment, for the purpose of looking tidy, and visiting the European chapel in the village.

Every Sunday morning it is open for divine service, some member of the mission officiating.
This was the first time we ever entered Papeetee unattended by an escort.
In the chapel there were about forty people present, including the officers of several ships in harbour.

It was an energetic discourse, and the pulpit cushion was well pounded.