but that the people of England would be much disgusted were they asked to eat rats."
We had not been an hour in the house of this kind-hearted man when we were convinced of the truth of his statement as#o their numbers, for the rats ran about the floors in dozens, and during our meal, two men were stationed at the table to keep them off!
"What a pity you have no cats," said Peterkin, as he aimed a blow at another reckless intruder, and missed it.
"We would, indeed, be glad to have a few," rejoined the teacher, "but they are difficult to be got. The hogs, we find, are very good rat-killers, but they do not seem to be able to keep the numbers down. I have heard that they are better than cats."
As the teacher said this, his good-natured black face was wrinkled with a smile of merriment. Observing that Thad noticed it, he said:—
"I smiled just now when I remembered the fate of the first cat that was taken to Raratonga. This is one of the stations of the London Missionary Society. It, like our own, is infested with rats, and a cat was brought at last to the island. It was a large black one. On being turned loose, instead of being content to stay among men, the cat took to the mountains, and lived in a wild state, sometimes paying visits during the night to the houses of the natives; some of whom, living at a distance from the settlement, had not heard of the cat's arrival, and were dreadfully frightened in consequence, calling it a monster of the deep, and flying in terror away from it. One night the cat, feeling a desire for company, I suppose, took its way to the house of a chief, who had recently been converted to Christianity, and had begun to learn to read and pray. The chief's wife, who was sitting awake
