From their actions we argued that these people could have had but little or no intercourse with whites; and most probably knew not how to account for our appearance among them.  Desirous, therefore, of a friendly meeting, ere any hostile suspicions might arise, we pointed our craft for the island, whither all the canoes were now hastening.  Whereupon, those which had not yet reached their destination, turned and fled; while the occupants of the proas that had landed, ran into the groves, and were lost to view.

Crossing the distinct outer line of the isle’s shadow on the water, we gained the shore; and gliding along its margin, passing canoe after canoe, hauled up on the silent beach, which otherwise seemed entirely innocent of man.

A dilemma.  But I decided at last upon disembarking Jarl and Samoa, to seek out and conciliate the natives.  So, landing them upon a jutting buttress of coral, whence they waded to the shore; I pushed off with Yillah into the water beyond, to await the event.

Full an hour must have elapsed; when, to our great joy, loud shouts were heard; and there burst into view a tumultuous crowd, in the midst of which my Viking was descried, mounted upon the shoulders of two brawny natives; while the Upoluan, striding on in advance, seemed resisting a similar attempt to elevate him in the world.

Good omens both.

“Come ashore!” cried Jarl.  “Aramai!” cried Samoa; while storms of interjections went up from the Islanders who with extravagant gestures danced about the beach.

Further caution seemed needless:  I pointed our prow for the shore.  No sooner was this perceived, than, raising an applauding shout, the Islanders ran up to their waists in the sea.  And skimming like a gull over the smooth lagoon, the light shallop darted in among them.  Quick as thought, fifty hands were on the gunwale:  and, with all its contents, lifted bodily into the air, the little Chamois, upon many a dripping shoulder, was borne deep into the groves.  Yillah shrieked at the rocking motion, and when the boughs of the trees brushed against the tent.

With his staff, an old man now pointed to a couple of twin-like trees, some four paces apart; and a little way from the ground conveniently crotched.

And here, eftsoons, they deposited their burden; lowering the Chamois gently between the forks of the trees, whose willow-like foliage fringed the tent and its inmate.

CHAPTER LIII The Chamois Ashore

Until now, enveloped in her robe, and crouching like a fawn, Yillah had been well nigh hidden from view.  But presently she withdrew her hood.

What saw the Islanders, that they so gazed and adored in silence:  some retreating, some creeping nearer, and the women all in a flutter?  Long they gazed; and following Samoa’s example, stretched forth their arms in reverence.

The adoration of the maiden was extended to myself.  Indeed, from the singular gestures employed, I had all along suspected, that we were being received with unwonted honors.