We have all acquitted ourselves as our people would wish.

We have made our showers to descend abundantly from heaven; we have caused the crops to grow; we have wetted the plantain bushes.
See; Tu-Kila-Kila, who is so great a god, has come from his own home on the hills to greet you." "It has certainly rained in the night," Felix answered, dryly.
But Tu-Kila-Kila was not to be put off thus.

Adjusting his thin mask or veil of bark, so as to hide his face more thoroughly from the inferior god, he turned round once more to the chiefs, who even so hardly dared to look openly upon him.

Then he struck an attitude.

The man was clearly bursting with spiritual pride.