Talking of nails, it is extraordinary what excellent fish-hooks the natives will manufacture out of them.  They prefer them to the best made in England.  They still set a high value on them; but they are not quite so simple-minded as some of the Friendly islanders we heard of, who, on obtaining some nails, planted them, in the hope of obtaining a large crop from the produce!  Scarcely had we dropped our anchor when we were surrounded by the canoes of the natives, who wore but the primitive maro.  They brought off bread-fruits, cocoa-nuts, bananas, and other products of the soil, in the hope of thus making themselves welcome. One of them, who spoke English tolerably, undertook to pilot our boat on shore.  We were eager to land.  As we pulled in, a number of men, women, and children, came down to welcome us.  The men, like those in the canoes, wore the taro, but the women were dressed with the loose blue gowns I have described, and with wreaths of flowers round their heads. We ran in among the masses of lava which lined the shore, and were kindly helped by the people to land.  We observed that they were all especially grave, for nowhere are more merry creatures found than the native women.  As we walked along they followed us in silence.  At length our guide stopped and pointed to the ground on which we stood.