I had decided to remain at Qatvenua until Good Friday, and then to go on to Tanrig in Maewo for Easter. There are several communicants there, and I should have taken the Araga communicants with me that we might have our Easter Communion together. During the whole of Holy Week the weather was bad, and I feared that our voyage would not be practicable. On the Saturday, when we should have left, there was a strong wind blowing from the North, which would have been dead against us, with continuous rain, and there was no possibility of our going. Our Easter, however, was very pleasant, and the joyful hymns told of really joyful Christian hearts. In Easter week we left for my first visit to Wonor, the village at the Southern end where we had put Rorsal ashore. My intention and arrangements for going there caused much talk. The distance would be nearly forty miles, and I suppose no one had been more than half that distance down the coast, and it was thought to be a very long journey. More talked of even than the distance, however, was the belief that attaches itself to a particular place at the extreme Southern end. To this place were supposed to go all the spirits of the departed, and to remain there in some sort of community. Of all places in Araga, therefore, it is the one of the greatest superstitious interest and fear, and many of my chosen boat’s crew’s relatives did their best to dissuade them from accompanying me, but without effect. We started on the appointed day, and as I knew we could not do the whole distance in one day, as we went along the coast we made several calls at the villages as they appeared, and fixed upon one not quite half-way, known to some of the men, in which to pass the night. Our various stoppages, however, so delayed us, that it became clear that we should not reach our destination before night, and so when, upon rounding a point, we came upon a labour vessel quietly at anchor, and were hospitably invited on board for the night, I thought it wise to take advantage of it. It was a Fijian vessel with a number of men on board, lately recruited, and a Government agent whom I had met before. We passed the night quietly at least, though not comfortably for any of us, and pulled away in the morning, very grateful for the hospitality shown to us, and resumed our journey. The evening found us ashore at Wonor, where there was considerable excitement over our landing. Although the place is quite open to the prevailing Trade wind, a reef and a sand bank that lie off the shore shelter it quite effectually, and make the landing on the shelving beach easy and pleasant. In the fortnight that had elapsed since our calling here only a little had been done towards building the school-house. The site was cleared of all its timber, and some of the posts were ready. During our stay we had therefore to sleep in the men’s common house, which, being much smaller than is usual in the northern part of the island, we found rather inconvenient.