These are, indeed, what he told us.

Korong! Korong! They are spirits who have come to us from the disk of the sun, to bring us light and pure, fresh fire.

Stay back there, all of you.

You are not holy enough to approach.

I and my crew, who are sanctified by the mysteries, we alone will go forward to meet them." As he spoke, a sudden idea, suggested by his words, struck Felix's mind.
Superstition is the great lever by which to move the savage intelligence.
Gathering up a few dry leaves and fragments of stick on the shore, he laid them together in a pile, and awaited in silence the arrival of the foremost islanders.