Like Captain Bob, he was, in some things, a gentleman of the old school--a stickler for the customs of a past and pagan age.
Nowhere else, except in Tamai, did we find the manners of the natives less vitiated by recent changes.

The old-fashioned Tahitian dinner they gave us on the day of our arrival was a fair sample of their general mode of living.
Our time passed delightfully.

The doctor went his way, and I mine.
With a pleasant companion, he was forever strolling inland, ostensibly to collect botanical specimens; while I, for the most part, kept near the sea; sometimes taking the girls on an aquatic excursion in a canoe.
Often we went fishing; not dozing over stupid hooks and lines, but leaping right into the water, and chasing our prey over the coral rocks, spear in hand.
Spearing fish is glorious sport.

The Imeeose, all round the island, catch them in no other way.

The smooth shallows between the reef and the shore, and, at low water, the reef itself, being admirably adapted to this mode of capturing them.