Terror seized me.
"These are the islanders," said I to the missionary; "and these frightful cries...." "Are cries of joy," said he, "which will be increased when they see you.
This path will conduct us to the shore.

Call Fritz; but I do not see him; he will, doubtless, have descended the hill, and joined them.

Have no fears; recommend your sons to be prudent.

The _black friend_ will speak to his black friends, and they will hear him." We proceeded towards the shore, when, at some distance, I perceived my two sons on the deck of the pinnace, which was covered with the islanders, to whom they were distributing the treasures of the chest, at least those we had put apart in the bag; they had not been so imprudent as to open the chest itself, which would soon have been emptied; it remained snugly below the deck, with the powder-barrel.

At every new acquisition, the savages uttered cries of joy, repeating _mona, mona_ signifying _beautiful_.