‘Once a ship came, and she waited for slaves outside the rocks, where the sea burst white. Then I had a hut and a wife, and slaves of my own, and lived near where the king lived, and he knew that I was a warrior, and exceeding skilful in the water. One night the sky was black—black—and the sea moaned like a slave that moans for his country and his wife, and there were sounds amid the branches of the big trees; also birds sang strangely, and the frogs croaked very loud from the marsh where they lived. Therefore, I knew that a great wind was coming to the land, from far off in the sea; and when I lay in my hut upon blankets, and listened, the storm blew loud, and I heard the great noise of the waves. In the morning, the sun was red in the sky, and I looked and saw the ship that was waiting for slaves, and she was tossed upon the waves, and the white men were waving their arms to us, who stood upon the shore. Not far from the ship were great rocks, and we knew that if she struck upon such rocks, she would break, and the white men would be drowned. But for a long time she was safe, because heavy anchors and strong ropes held her in her place: but the wind was great, and the ropes broke: then the white men cried with a loud shout, and the ship struck upon the rocks and was broken, and the white men drowned. In the night, the wind went to sleep and the stars shone, and on the morrow the sun was hot and bright upon the sea. So, soon we went to the broken ship; there were great treasures there of iron and cloth, and powder, which we dried, and casks of strong drink. There was more iron and cloth, and strong drink, than we could get for many slaves, won at many battles. Therefore we were glad that the rope broke, and the white men were drowned, because we had all. After this, many ships came, but great winds did not come, and we went to war, and my father was killed; but for all the slaves we brought, we did not get so much cloth, and iron, and powder, and strong drink, as we got when the ship was broken, and the white men drowned. At this the king was angry—I was angry: all the warriors of my nation were angry—and when a great ship came again, the king went into the wood to an Obi man that lived there, and asked him that he would make a fetish, so that a wind would arise out of the sea, and break the ship, that we might have all. The Obi man was good. He answered in these words—“I will make a fetish and give it to Wooroo. Great ropes hold the ship, but sharp knives can cut great ropes. Then a small wind will break the ship upon the rock. The white men fire at canoe, if canoe go near the ropes; but Wooroo a great diver—Wooroo a great swimmer—Wooroo has a sharp knife—Wooroo can dive deep down below the sea, and cut the ropes.”