But her eyes soon fell, and bending over once more, she resumed her former attitude.

At length she slowly chanted to herself several musical words, unlike those of the Islanders; but though I knew not what they meant, they vaguely seemed familiar.
Impatient to learn her story, I now questioned her in Polynesian.

But with much earnestness, she signed me to address her as before.

Soon perceiving, however, that without comprehending the meaning of the words I employed, she seemed merely touched by something pleasing in their sound, I once more addressed her in Polynesian; saying that I was all eagerness to hear her history.
After much hesitation she complied; starting with alarm at every sound from without; yet all the while deeply regarding me.
Broken as these disclosures were at the time, they are here presented in the form in which they were afterward more fully narrated.
So unearthly was the story, that at first I little comprehended it; and was almost persuaded that the luckless maiden was some beautiful maniac.
She declared herself more than mortal, a maiden from Oroolia, the Island of Delights, somewhere in the paradisiacal archipelago of the Polynesians.

To this isle, while yet an infant, by some mystical power, she had been spirited from Amma, the place of her nativity.
Her name was Yillah.