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middle of the ring, made signs for us to sit down, which we did.
In a few minutes, the other four chiefs came also in the ring, bringing along with them four more of our men, who were made to sit down beside us. The chiefs now walked backward and forward in the ring with their merys in their hands, and continued talking together for sometime, but we understood nothing of what they said.
At length, one of the chiefs spoke to one of the natives who was seated on the ground, and the latter immediately rose, and, taking his tomahawk in his hand, went and killed the other six men who were tied to the trees. They groaned several times as they were struggling in the agonies of death, and at every groan the natives burst out into great fits of laughter.
We could not refrain from weeping for the sad fate of - our comrades, riut knowing, at the same time, whose turn it might be next. Many of the natives, on seeing our tears, laughed aloud, and brandished their merys at us.”
Such is the account that Rutherford gives of this dreadful affair. He then proceeds to relate how the bodies of his dead companions were roasted and eaten by the savages. After this he was taken into the interior of the island, where he was kept in captivity for ten long years. Some of his companions were killed, but the fate of the rest, he did not know.
He was tattooed like the natives, and conformed as well as he could to their manners and habits, so that he might save his life. At length they made him a chief, and he married Aimy's two daughters. Still he was anxious to leave the island, and return to his native country
In January 1826, he escaped on board an American bris, and two years after, he reached England, and returned to his native town. He then published an interesting book, giving an account of his adventures, from which I have taken the preceding story.
Parley returns to America.
The adventures of John Rutherford, which I have just told you, all happened since I was myself at New Zealand. I have related them to you, because they are very interesting, and because they will help you to form an idea of the strange people, among whom he was a captive.
I must now finish my own story. The British ship in which I returned, after leaving New Zealand, sailed direct ly for England. We had nearly reached the English chan nel, when a French vessel of war was seen at no great distance.
England and France being then at war, the two vessels approached each other, and began to fight. The cannon made a tremendous roar. The two vessels were very much cut to pieces by the cannon shot; many men were also kill ed on both sides. The deck of our vessel, was indeed slip pery with blood.
But the French vessel was finally beaten, and we took her along with us to Portsmouth, in England. I remained in England but a short time; and soon found an opportunity to return to my native country, in an American vessel. I reached Boston on the 11th of September, 1809.
I returned heartily weary of the sea; beside, I was now getting to be old, and from that time, I have never been upon the ocean. It is my intention, however, to tell you some “ Tales of the Sea,” which may perhaps entertain yo'l.