night, proved to be the flame of a volcano, which threw up quantities of fire and smoke, with a rumbling noise heard at a distance. A fine harbour being discovered, afterwards named Port Resolution, the ship was safely anchored here, in order to be supplied with wood and water. While the vessel was warping in, many of the natives came off to her, some in canoes, and others by swimming; and though shy at first, they at length ventured to come under the stern, and made some exchanges. They threw some cocoa-nuts towards the ship; and the Captain went into a boat, and picked them up; presenting some cloth and other articles in return. This encouraged others to approach; and they soon became insolent and daring, attempting to carry off every thing within their reach, particularly the buoys of the anchors. A few muskets fired in the air had no effect; but the discharge of a four pounder made them quit their canoes, and leap into the water. Yet finding thenselves unhurt, they soon rallied; and shouting, and flourishing their weapons, returned to the buoys but a few musquetoon shots sent them all on shore, without hurting them. During these transactions, a friendly old man, named Paowang, made several trips to the vessel in a small canoe, disposing of cocoa-nuts or yams, for any thing that was given him.
Towards evening, the Captain landed with a strong force in the face of a crowd of natives; who formed two parties, on the right and the left, armed with clubs, darts, spears, slings and stones, bows and arrows. The Captain gave presents to the old people; and he and his men, after filling two casks with fresh water at a pond, and
