Another week we had been out of sight of land.  We were longing to find some spot on which we might stretch our legs, if only for a few hours, and, what was more important, obtain a fresh supply of water, when towards the evening the treetops of a large island appeared before us stretching away on either side to the north and south.  We approached near enough to be seen from the shore, if there were inhabitants on it, of which there could be little doubt; but we could discover no place where it would be safe to attempt a landing.  Judging that the shortest way to get round to the other side would be to go to the south, we paddled in that direction during the night.  The roar of the surf prevented any sounds from the shore from reaching our ears; but we observed several fires lighted on the beach, which assured us that the island was populated.  The question, of course, was--Would the inhabitants appear as friends or foes?  We paddled but very slowly during the night, just sufficiently to keep the canoe away from the breakers, and to get round to the place where it was believed a passage would be found.  At daylight we perceived the looked-for spot, and stood towards it.  We observed a number of people on the beach.  They had scarcely any clothing; their skins were dark, their hair was long and straggly, and the men had spears or clubs in their hands.  Our chief stood up and examined them narrowly.  No green boughs were waved as a sign of amity; on the contrary, their gestures appeared somewhat of a threatening character.  We had just got to the mouth of the passage when his quick eye detected a number of canoes collected inside the reef, and full of men, armed with darts and bows and arrows.  He made a hasty sign to his followers to back their paddles, and away we shot out of the trap.