The mirrors were at first received with the most delight, but this soon changed into terror; they evidently conceived there was something magical about them, and flung them all into the sea.
The coloured glass beads had then the preference, but the distribution caused many disputes.

Those who had not obtained any, wished to deprive the rest of them by force.

The clamour and quarrelling were increasing, when the voice of the missionary was heard, and calmed them as if by enchantment.

All left the pinnace, and crowded round him; he harangued them in their own language, and pointed me out to them, naming me, _me touatane_, that is, _father_, which they repeated in their turn.

Some approached me, and rubbed their noses against mine, which, the pastor had informed me, was a mark of respect.