“Why, yes! I did see Linger Loa! and she say to me:
‘Have you see old crab on shores by Savaii Isle?’
And I say: ‘Yes!’
And then she say, as she beat bosom liker this (here the chief punched his breast vigorously),
‘O great O Le Langi, when you nex see the old crab, you tell him I still lover him much;
And tell him that, when ten thousand moons have passed away,
He once more be turn to chief by gods, and so
Will come back to arms of poor Linger Loa who longer see ’im.’”
“And what did the old crab say to all that, O Le Langi?” said I.
Ah me! The great chief-crab looker up at me with sad eyes.