think of nothing but that they must die. "In the blackness of the storm the vessels were scattered, and the _Kaunitoni_ drifted ever eastward down the path of the storm. And as the hurricane continued for thirty days, and the vessel ran before the wind without finding any land, Lutu-na-sombasomba's chest of inscriptions fell overboard into the sea. But on the thirtieth night the keel of the vessel struck upon a rock, and she lay fast, and immediately the storm abated. Then they saw land before them, and knew that they were saved. And in the morning they went ashore and built shelters there: therefore the place was called _Vunda_ (_Vu-nda_--lit. 'Our Origin'), because it was the first village that they built, and they rejoiced that they were saved from the hurricane that had beset them. "This is the _meke_ of the cyclone that struck them-- "'Rai thake ko Ndaunivosavosa, Na vua ni thagi lamba sa toka, Na kena ua ma mbutu kosakosa Na _Kaunitoni_ ka sa vondoka, Na kena ua ma rombalaka toka, Tangi mate ko Lutunasombasomba, Nonku kawa era na vakaloloma, Nonku kato vatu ka mai tasova, Mai lutu kina na nonkui vola, Da la' ki moce ki ndaveta ni kamboa.' "'Lutunasombasomba gazed afar, Behind him gathered the scud of the hurricane The mighty rollers battered him, And beat upon the _Kaunitoni_, The mighty rollers burst over him, Lutunasombasomba cried a bitter cry, Alas! Alas! for my descendants, My chest of stone is overset, My inscriptions (_vola_) have fallen out of it, Let us go and sleep in the harbour of the Kamboa (a fish).'