He tried to raise a family of fifty children, and scored forty-eight.

He died lamenting his failure.

It was a foolish sort of avarice.

Many a father would have been rich enough with forty.
It is a fine race, the Fijians, with brains in their heads, and an inquiring turn of mind.

It appears that their savage ancestors had a doctrine of immortality in their scheme of religion--with limitations.
That is to say, their dead friend would go to a happy hereafter if he could be accumulated, but not otherwise.