The Waterbury, broken and dirty, finds its way to the trader, who gives a trifle for it; or the inside is taken out, the wheels strung on a thread and hung round the neck.

Knives, axes, calico, and handkerchiefs are divided among friends, and there is hardly one of these apiece.

The boxes, the keys often lost on the road home, can be bought for 2s.6d.

They are to be seen rotting outside in almost any shore village on Tanna.

(I speak of what I have seen.) A returned Kanaka has been furiously angry with me because I would not buy his trousers, which he declared were just my fit.