On Saturday afternoon we reached Manono, and as we were passing this little garden island, my colossal friend, Matetau, came off to us. After embracing me cordially, and rubbing noses quite as long as was agreeable, he said, “Where's my Missionary? I have not forgotten your promise.” “No more have I,” was my rejoinder, “here he is.” I then introduced Te-ava and his wife, when he seized them with delight, saluted their noses with a long and hearty rub, and exclaimed, lelei, lelei lava, “good, very good, I am happy now.” Having stated to the chief that I was anxious to reach the Missionary station before dark, and that he must either accompany me and return in a few days, or go on shore, he said, “I must hasten back to tell my people the good news, that you have come and brought the promised Missionary.” Again rubbing my nose, he stepped into his canoe, and skimming over the billows sailed towards the shore, shouting, as he approached it, that Mr. Williams had brought them their Missionary.

We reached the station of Malietoa, about five o'clock, when the teachers and people manifested extravagant joy at seeing us. As the twelve months during which we had promised to return had elapsed, they had entertained fears lest they should never see me again. When I informed them that my detention had been occasioned by the dreadful hurricane we had experienced at Rarotonga, they stated that it had extended to all the Navigators Islands, and had been most destructive in its ravages.