A thousand pities, thought I, that they should bury their charms in this nook of a valley.
That night we abode in the house of Rartoo, a hospitable old chief.

It was right on the shore of the lake; and at supper we looked out through a rustling screen of foliage upon the surface of the starlit water.
The next day we rambled about, and found a happy little community, comparatively free from many deplorable evils to which the rest of their countrymen are subject.

Their time, too, was more occupied.

To my surprise, the manufacture of tappa was going on in several buildings.

European calicoes were seldom seen, and not many articles of foreign origin of any description.
The people of Tamai were nominally Christians; but being so remote from ecclesiastical jurisdiction, their religion sat lightly upon them.