cart—and I get lots of newspapers through the Wailuku mail—besides letters from my college friends. And then the natives are very kind."
"I must say I haven't found the natives so kind," returned Oliver. "We've had pretty rough times."
"Perhaps you didn't know just how to treat the Kanakas," went on the girl. "You mustn't make fun of them, you know—they can't stand that."
"We got into a row by interfering with some of their fire-worshiping," I put in. "We did it quite by accident."
"And then some of them wanted to lock us up for that fire last evening," added Dan. "We were placed in a hut, but managed to escape."
Cora Soule was immediately interested, and asked us to relate our adventures in detail, which we did while disposing of the viands spread before us. Then we asked about the village that had been consumed, and were told that some of the natives living there worked upon the Soule plantation.
"Buowa is the strong man there," said the girl. "He is a great trainer of wild horses. He is a good man too, for once when my pony ran away he caught the animal and saved me from a nasty tumble."
We had our doubts about Buowa being such
