"There, white men--there, friends--there it was your great sea-chieftain fell."  He repeated, we found, the same words in his own language.  The natives listened to what he said, and then hung their heads ashamed, as if they had been guilty of the sad deed.  We broke off several pieces of the lava from about the spot, to take to our friends at home, and sent them on board the schooner.  We were to accompany the missionary overland to Kailua, where the schooner was to meet us.  After the missionary had spoken to the people, we were anxious to proceed on our journey, and one of the principal natives, who lived a few miles to the north, insisted that we should remain at his hut for the night; and we, accordingly, gladly accompanied him.  We found the feast preparing outside the door, in the usual oven.  Knowing that Englishmen have an objection to eat dogs, he had killed a fatted pig.  The oven was a simple affair.  A hole was dug in the earth, in which a large fire was lighted upon some stones, till all the earth around was hot; piggy was then put in, and the hole was covered up with loose earth; clouds of steam then issued from the earth, and when no more was perceptible the meat was declared to be cooked properly.  We all sat round on mats in the primitive fashion, the food being placed before us either in calabashes or on large leaves.  Instead of bread we had the bread-fruit. It has somewhat the flavour of bread, and answers its purpose, but has neither the appearance nor consistence of our staff of life.  It is about the size of the shaddock, and, when fresh gathered, the flavour of the citron; but it is always eaten baked, when it has the solidity of a roasted chestnut.  Besides these luxuries, we had some fish nicely cooked, which we ate with the thick interior of the cocoa-nut, which may truly be called the cream, while the juice served to quench our thirst. We had a number of visitors, who all, both men and women, chatted away most merrily, especially the women, who kept up a continued peal of laughter.  At night the hut was lighted up with chips of a resinous wood, called kukia, which were stuck all round on the posts which supported the roof; and when we expressed a wish to retire to rest, mats were hung up to partition off our sleeping chambers.