Do not have her killed on my marriage day." "No," her father answered, "she shall not be killed, for though she deserves to die, I will not have her blood upon our hands.

She is a brute, and has followed the nature of brutes.

She shall go back whence she came." No more was said on the matter at the time, but when breakfast--which was rather a farce--was done, Mr.Carson sent for his headman and gave him certain orders.
We were to be married after the service which Mr.Carson held every Sunday morning in the large marble hut set apart for that purpose.

The service began at ten o'clock, but long before that hour all the natives on the place came up in troops, singing as they came, to be present at the wedding of the "Star." It was a pretty sight to see them, the men dressed in all their finery, and carrying shields and sticks in their hands, and the women and children bearing green branches of trees, ferns, and flowers.

At length, about half-past nine, Stella rose, pressed my hand, and left me to my reflections.