My wife's handkerchief, which I had recognized at first, was gracefully twisted round the head of the king; his hair was fastened up high, and ornamented with feathers, but he had nearly removed them all to deck my boy.

He placed him at his side, and frequently pointed him out during his speech.

I was on thorns.

As soon as he had concluded, the savages shouted, clapped their hands, and surrounded my child, dancing, and presenting him fruit, flowers, and shells, crying out, _Ouraki_! a cry in which the king, who was now standing, joined also.
"What does the word _Ouraki_ mean ?" said I to the missionary.
"It is the new name of your son," answered he; "or rather of the son of _Bara-ourou_, who has just adopted him." "Never!" cried I, darting forward.

"Boys, let us rescue your brother from these barbarians!" We all three rushed towards Francis, who, weeping, extended his arms to us.