Toss in the fruit, hanging from the altar-prow! It was done; and then running up our sail, we glided away;--Chamois, tent, hostages, and all.

Rushing to the now vacant stern of their canoe, the Islanders once more lifted up their hands and their voices in curses.
A suitable distance gained, we paused to fling overboard the arms we had taken; and Jarl proceeded to liberate the hostages.
Meanwhile, I entered the tent, and by many tokens, sought to allay the maiden's alarm.

Thus engaged, violent plunges were heard: our prisoners taking to the sea to regain their canoe.

All dripping, they were received by their brethren with wild caresses.
From something now said by the captives, the rest seemed suddenly inspirited with hopes of revenge; again wildly shaking their spears, just before picked up from the sea.

With great clamor and confusion they soon set their mat-sail; and instead of sailing southward for Tedaidee, or northward for Amma their home, they steered straight after us, in our wake.
Foremost in the prow stood three; javelins poised for a dart; at intervals, raising a yell.
Did they mean to pursue me?
Full in my rear they came on, baying like hounds on their game.