After dinner we began by little and little to get our things into the boat, which was a troublesome business on account of the surf.  I carefully watched the motions of the natives, who continued to increase in number, and found that, instead of their intention being to leave us, fires were made, and places fixed on for their stay during the night.  Consultations were also held among them and everything assured me we should be attacked.  I sent orders to the master that when he saw us coming down he should keep the boat close to the shore that we might the more readily embark.

I had my journal on shore with me, writing the occurrences in the cave and in sending it down to the boat, it was nearly snatched away but for the timely assistance of the gunner.

The sun was near setting when I gave the word, on which every person who was on shore with me boldly took up his proportion of things and carried them to the boat.  The chiefs asked me if I would not stay with them all night.  I said:  “No, I never sleep out of my boat; but in the morning we will again trade with you, and I shall remain till the weather is moderate that we may go, as we have agreed, to see Poulaho at Tongataboo.”  Maccaackavow then got up and said:  “You will not sleep on shore? then Mattie” (which directly signifies we will kill you) and he left me.  The onset was now preparing; everyone as I have described before kept knocking stones together, and Eefow quitted me.  All but two or three things were in the boat, when I took Nageete by the hand, and we walked down the beach, everyone in a silent kind of horror.

While I was seeing the people embark Nageete wanted me to stay to speak to Eefow, but I found he was encouraging them to the attack, and it was my determination if they had then begun to have killed him for his treacherous behaviour.  I ordered the carpenter not to quit me till the other people were in the boat.  Nageete, finding I would not stay, loosed himself from my hold and went off, and we all got into the boat except one man who, while I was getting on board, quitted it and ran up the beach to cast the stern fast off, notwithstanding the master and others called to him to return while they were hauling me out of the water.

I was no sooner in the boat than the attack began by about 200 men; the unfortunate poor man who had run up the beach was knocked down, and the stones flew like a shower of shot.  Many Indians got hold of the stern rope and were near hauling the boat on shore, which they would certainly have effected if I had not had a knife in my pocket with which I cut the rope.  We then hauled off to the grapnel, everyone being more or less hurt.  At this time I saw five of the natives about the poor man they had killed, and two of them were beating him about the head with stones in their hands.