we should have to fight our way back to the ship. As we retraced our steps I questioned my companion further on this subject.
"How comes it, Bill, that the mothers allow such a dreadful thing to be done?"
"Allow it? the mothers do it! It seems to me that there's nothing too fiendish or diabolical for these people todo. Why, in some of the islands they have an institution called the Areoi, and the persons connected with that body are ready for any wickedness that mortal man can devise. In fact they stick at nothing; and one o' their customs is to murder their infants the moment they are born. The mothers agree to it, and the fathers do it. And the mildest ways they have of murdering them is by sticking them through the body with sharp splinters of bamboo, strangling them with their thumbs, or burying them alive and stamping them to death while under the sod."
I felt sick at heart while my companion recited these horrors.
"But it's a curious fact," he continued, after a pause, during which we walked in silence towards the spot where we had left our comrades,—"it's a curious fact, that wherever the missionaries get a footin', all these things come to an end at once, an' the savages take to doin' each other good, and singin' psalms, just like Methodists."
"God bless the missionaries!" said I, while a feeling of enthusiasm filled my heart, so that I could speak with difficulty. " God bless and prosper the missionaries till they get a footing in every island of the sea!"
"I would say Amen to that prayer, Ralph, if I could," said Bill, in a deep, sad voice; "but it would be a mere
