To-night there is a dance by torchlight, which will become fast and furious when the moon rises. Already the people are having a right merry time. I have just been out with Mrs Langham for a little turn; but her husband was unable to come with us, and we did not like to mix much in so large a crowd, or indeed to be seen there, not knowing whether the dances might be such as we should seem to sanction. But it is wonderful, when you come to think of it, that two ladies and a little child should be able to go about at all, on such a night, among 3000 wild people, as yet so utterly untaught. But those who did notice us were all most courteous, and I am glad to have had even a glimpse of this wild weird scene, which, with its accompaniment of shouts, yells, and measured hand-clapping, is the most savage thing I have yet witnessed. Now we are back in our own coral-lime house. Mr Langham has just married a couple, and is now busy with his teachers. We leave this place to-morrow morning. It is a most hospitable district, and sufficiently uncivilised even for me! This morning a horrible old ex-cannibal crept close to Mr Langham, and then, as if he could not refrain, he put out his hand and stroked him down the thigh, licking his lips, and exclaiming with delight, “Oh, but you are nice and fat!” * * * * * ON BOARD THE JUBILEE, OFF NEIVAKA POINT, _August 13._ We are lying at anchor here, and the others have gone ashore to hold service. I would fain go and bathe in the lovely little stream, but as such a proceeding would divide the attractions, and might diminish the congregation, I had better have a chat with you instead. We left Nanduri yesterday morning, after an incredible amount of hand-shaking, and “love-giving,” as the Christian Fijians say—_Sa loloma_ being their kindly greeting to us. They also have a graceful form of farewell, exactly answering to the “A demain,” “Au revoir,” “A rivederla,” or “Auf Wiedersehen,” of nations nearer home. When we say, _Sa lakki mothe_, which means “go to sleep,” they reply, _Roa roa_, “to-morrow morning,” meaning we shall meet again soon. Very pretty is their word for the twilight, _luma luma_, which just answers to our _gloaming_. I told you about our last evening at Nanduri. In the early morning all the mats, cloth, &c., presented to the mission were brought in and divided. I, as a visitor, was presented with a live turtle, a whale’s tooth, and four mats, also a basket and some fans from the chief’s wife. And when the pile of native cloth presented to the chief had been divided among his followers, I was able to buy some very beautiful specimens.