After telling his stories, and singing his songs, he sprang to his feet, clasped a young damsel of the grove round the waist, and waltzed over the grass with her.

But there's no telling all the pranks he played that night.
The natives, who delight in a wag, emphatically pronounced him "maitai." It was long after midnight ere we broke up; but when the rest had retired, Zeke, with the true thrift of a Yankee, salted down what was left of the meat.
The next day was Sunday; and at my request, Shorty accompanied me to Afrehitoo--a neighbouring bay, and the seat of a mission, almost directly opposite Papeetee.

In Afrehitoo is a large church and school-house, both quite dilapidated; and planted amid shrubbery on a fine knoll, stands a very tasteful cottage, commanding a view across the channel.

In passing, I caught sight of a graceful calico skirt disappearing from the piazza through a doorway.

The place was the residence of the missionary.
A trim little sail-boat was dancing out at her moorings, a few yards from the beach.
Straggling over the low lands in the vicinity were several native huts--untidy enough--but much better every way than most of those in Tahiti.
We attended service at the church, where we found but a small congregation; and after what I had seen in Papeetee, nothing very interesting took place.