The foremost natives, brandishing their clubs and stone-tipped spears, or shaking their fists by the line, poured forth upon his devoted head at once all the most frightful curses of the Polynesian vocabulary.

"Oh, evil god," they cried aloud with angry faces, "oh, wicked spirit! you have a bad heart.

See what a wrong you have purposely done us.

If your heart were not bad, would you treat us like this?
If you are indeed a god, come out across the line, and let us try issues together.

Don't skulk like a coward in your hut and within your taboo, but come out and fight us.