‘Go and light a fire,’ said the trader, ’and when I have brought this oil I will cook some fish.’  The woman grunted at him, island fashion.  ‘I am not a pig that you should grunt at me,’ said he.

‘I know you are not a pig,’ said the woman, ’neither am I your slave.’

’To be sure you are not my slave, and if you do not care to stop with me, you had better go home to your people,’ said he.  ’But in the mean time go and light the fire; and when I have brought this oil I will cook some fish.’

She went as if to obey; and presently when the trader looked she had built a fire so big that the cook-house was catching in flames.

‘I Kana Kim!’ she cried, as she saw him coming; but he recked not, and hit her with a cooking-pot.  The leg pierced her skull, blood spouted, it was thought she was a dead woman, and the natives surrounded the house in a menacing expectation.  Another white was present, a man of older experience.  ’You will have us both killed if you go on like this,’ he cried.  ‘She had said I Kana Kim!’ If she had not said I Kana Kim he might have struck her with a caldron.  It was not the blow that made the crime, but the disregard of an accepted formula.

Polygamy, the particular sacredness of wives, their semi-servile state, their seclusion in kings’ harems, even their privilege of biting, all would seem to indicate a Mohammedan society and the opinion of the soullessness of woman.  And not so in the least.  It is a mere appearance.  After you have studied these extremes in one house, you may go to the next and find all reversed, the woman the mistress, the man only the first of her thralls.  The authority is not with the husband as such, nor the wife as such.  It resides in the chief or the chief-woman; in him or her who has inherited the lands of the clan, and stands to the clansman in the place of parent, exacting their service, answerable for their fines.  There is but the one source of power and the one ground of dignity—­rank.  The king married a chief-woman; she became his menial, and must work with her hands on Messrs. Wightman’s pier.  The king divorced her; she regained at once her former state and power.  She married the Hawaiian sailor, and behold the man is her flunkey and can be shown the door at pleasure.  Nay, and such low-born lords are even corrected physically, and, like grown but dutiful children, must endure the discipline.

We were intimate in one such household, that of Nei Takauti and Nan Tok’; I put the lady first of necessity.  During one week of fool’s paradise, Mrs. Stevenson had gone alone to the sea-side of the island after shells.  I am very sure the proceeding was unsafe; and she soon perceived a man and woman watching her.  Do what she would, her guardians held her steadily in view; and when the afternoon began to fall, and they thought she had stayed long enough, took her in charge, and by signs and broken English ordered her home.  On the way the lady