And so it came about that when the wars ceased, the chiefs of both sides called him by a name of their own, and made him one of their own number, thus conferring upon him the highest honour within their power.
But many of the chiefs were still in prison, because of their political views or deeds, and in constant danger of being put to death.

Their sole friend was the Scotchman, whom they called Tusitala.

He visited them, comforted them, repeated passages from the history of Christ to them, and busied himself incessantly to effect their release.
At length he obtained their freedom, and then, glowing with gratitude, in despite of age, decrepitude, and loss of strength, they started directly for the estate of their benefactor, and there, in the terrible heat, they laboured for weeks in building him a road which they knew he had long desired.

Love conquered weakness, and they did not cease their toil until their handiwork, which they called "The Road of the Loving Heart," was finished.
Not long after this the white chief suddenly died.

At the news the native chiefs flocked from all parts of the island to the house, and took charge of the body.