The way to Malie lies round the shores of Faleula bay and through a succession of pleasant groves and villages.

The road, one of the works of Brandeis, is now cut up by pig fences.

Eight times you must leap a barrier of cocoa posts; the take-off and the landing both in a patch of mire planted with big stones, and the stones sometimes reddened with the blood of horses that have gone before.

To make these obstacles more annoying, you have sometimes to wait while a black boar clambers sedately over the so-called pig fence.

Nothing can more thoroughly depict the worst side of the Samoan character than these useless barriers which deface their only road.