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talk ran thus:


| Chief--"Say you climb tree?"
Mr.. SniyelleA-"No."


Chief--"Say you catch fish?''
| Mr.. Snivelle--"No.'
Chief--''Say you make matt"
Mr.. Snivelle-"No.n
Chief-"Say yon ight?"


Mr.. Snivellel-'sNo."


Chief Brother say you no good"
Mr.. Snivelle--"Ehw
Chief-"Say you nice and fat.''
Mr.. Snivelle-''They are very oblig-
ing"


Chief-"Say you are no good only to
eat"


Mr.. Snivelle-sl wish could get some.
thing to eat"


Chief-"Little mistake! They say not
you eat, but they eat you.''
Mr.. SnivelIe-"What!'


Chief-"Say they make you very fat,
then eat you up"


Mr.. Snivelle-"1'he devil they wiIl!!n


Mr.. Snivelle jumped up quickly. The
natives jumped up too. They were very
merry, and they danced round the white
man and sung festive song. Pummere-
boo acted as leader of the band; the rest
Joined in the chorus. The following is
translation of the roundelay as sung by
these unsophisticated children of ma
ture:


"Wallahoo! Wallahoo!


Love white man, end eat him too!


Stranger white, but that no matter!


Brown man fat, but white man fatter!
i Put him on hot stone and bake him!
Crisp and cracking soon wen make him!


Round and rouad the dainty goes:-
Eat his fingers! eat his toes!
/ His body shall our palates tickle!


Then we'll put his head in pickle!


CHORUS.


On me Wnlte man dine and sup!
Whet your teeth and eat him upp'


The Great Chief had the kindness 10 in
terpret these sentiments to Mr.. Snivelle
for his information; but that gentleman far
from acquiescing in this disposal Of his
person, capered about with fright even
more energetically than bis entertainers
But it was in vain that he endeavored to es-
cape from the charmed circle; he was
hemmed in by the savages, and to his ter
ror, the circle grew less and less every


moment! In his frantic fear he gave up
all his valuables; his gold chain; his every
thing! The natives were delighted with
bis liberality.


They sung, and they jumped, louder and
higher than ever.
And now they closed nearer and nearer.
Mr.. Snivelle screamed louder and louder
; at first friendly native seized his hat; and
!! then another tore off his coat; and third
dIsencumbered him Of his waistcoat, while


a fourth untrammelled him Of that part Of
his apparel which is ever considered in
civilized life most indispensable: and pre-
sently he stood before them in natures
garb alone, as the poets express it, which


is the most unpleasant one that can be


and the savages rejoice9 TO find him fatter
l. than they had hoped; and one, lifting up
: his tomahawk, was about to salute him
; with an unsophlsticated sautation of its
edge of flint, when the unhappy Mr.. Sni-
velle, fear lending him wings, as he de-
u scribed it, made a desperate bound through


the excited lhrong, and while the savages
set up a yell of anger and disappointment
at his escape, fled to the woodland
: concealed himself in the trunk of hollow
tree. saf
There, for three long days, and three
longer nights, did he remain ensconced
: hungry and cold, and making many silent
: vows, that ifever he escaped from the hands


of these unsophisticated children of nature,


he would ever afterwards content himself


with such minor advantages as civilization
offered without seeking for the attractions


of primitive simplicity, Of which he had
y experienced New Zealand specimen. At
the end Of thee days, hearing no sounds





of his enemies, he ventured 10 peep from
his covert, and seeing the Coast clear, he
} made the best Of his way to the nearest