first captain; and the fourth, Pelican, from his fancied resemblance to that bird.  Then there was Lagoda-Jack, California-Bill, &c., &c.  But by whatever names they might be called, they were the most interesting, intelligent, and kind-hearted people that I ever fell in with.  I felt a positive attachment for almost all of them; and many of them I have, to this day, a feeling for, which would lead me to go a great way for the pleasure of seeing them, and which will always make me feel a strong interest in the mere name of a Sandwich-Islander.

Tom Davis knew how to read, write, and cipher in common arithmetic; had been to the United States, and spoke English quite well.  His education was as good as that of three quarters of the Yankees in California, and his manners and principles a good deal better; and he was so quick of apprehension that he might have been taught navigation, and the elements of many of the sciences, with ease.  Old ``Mr. Bingham’’ spoke very little English,—­ almost none, and could neither read nor write; but he was the best-hearted old fellow in the world.  He must have been over fifty years of age.  He had two of his front teeth knocked out, which was done by his parents as a sign of grief at the death of Kamehameha, the great king of the Sandwich Islands.  We used to tell him that he ate Captain Cook, and lost his teeth in that way.  That was the only thing that ever made him angry.  He would always be quite excited at that, and say:  ``Aole!’’ (No.) ``Me no eatee Cap’nee Cook!  Me pickaninny—­ small—­ so high—­ no more!  My fader see Cap’nee Cook!  Me—­ no!’’ None of them liked to have anything said about Captain Cook, for the sailors all believe that he was eaten, and that they cannot endure to be taunted with. ``New Zealand Kanaka eatee white man; Sandwich Island Kanaka,—­ no.  Sandwich Island Kanaka ua like pu na haole,—­ all ‘e same a’ you!’’

Mr. Bingham was a sort of patriarch among them, and was treated with great respect, though he had not the education and energy which gave Mr. Mannini his power over them.  I have spent hours in talking with this old fellow about Kamehameha, the Charlemagne of the Sandwich Islands; his son and successor, Riho Riho, who died in England, and was brought to Oahu in the frigate Blonde, Captain Lord Byron, and whose funeral he remembered perfectly; and also about the customs of his boyhood, and the changes which had been made by the missionaries.  He never would allow that human beings had been eaten there; and, indeed, it always seemed an insult to tell so affectionate, intelligent, and civilized a class of men that such barbarities had been practised in their own country within the recollection of many of them.  Certainly, the history of no people on the globe can show anything like so rapid an advance from barbarism.  I would have trusted my life and all I had in the hands of any one of these people; and certainly, had I wished for a favor or act of sacrifice, I would have gone