Brave music made of desolation’s sorrow,

Christ-like gazed on the deathless, crying slain!

His eyes breathed light—foretelling some bright morrow

Till from their tombs they rose—the dead again!

Dark skeletons of woe, they rose to borrow

Life from Molokai’s hero:—men denied

That leper-priest—like Christ—when Damien died.

CHAPTER X

An Inland March—The Great Chief—A Siva Dance—A Sailor’s Party—Nina’s Samoan Fairy Tale—Death—The Golden Horn—Idols—A Marquesan Village—We ship as Stowaways