CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE.
THE STRANGER AGAIN ARRIVES IN THE VALLEY--SINGULAR INTERVIEW WITH HIM--ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE--FAILURE--MELANCHOLY SITUATION--SYMPATHY OF MARHEYO 'MARNOO, Marnoo pemi!' Such were the welcome sounds which fell upon my ear some ten days after the events related in the preceding chapter.
Once more the approach of the stranger was heralded, and the intelligence operated upon me like magic.

Again I should be able to converse with him in my own language; and I resolve at all hazards to concert with him some scheme, however desperate, to rescue me from a condition that had now become insupportable.
As he drew near, I remembered with many misgivings the inauspicious termination of our former interview, and when he entered the house, I watched with intense anxiety the reception he met with from its inmates.
To my joy, his appearance was hailed with the liveliest pleasure; and accosting me kindly, he seated himself by my side, and entered into conversation with the natives around him.

It soon appeared however, that on this occasion he had not any intelligence of importance to communicate.

I inquired of him from whence he had just come?
He replied from Pueearka, his native valley, and that he intended to return to it the same day.
At once it struck me that, could I but reach that valley under his protection, I might easily from thence reach Nukuheva by water; and animated by the prospect which this plan held, out I disclosed it in a few brief words to the stranger, and asked him how it could be best accomplished.

My heart sunk within me, when in his broken English he answered me that it could never be effected.