"What then?" they continued. "Shall we burn his houses and destroy his plantations?"
I answered, "No."
"Shall we bind him and beat him?"
"No."
"Shall we place him in a canoe, thrust him out to sea, and let him drown or escape as he may?"
"No! by no means."
"Then, Missi," said they, "these are our ways of punishing. What other punishment remains that Youwili cares for?"
I replied, "Make him with his own hands, and alone, put up a new fence, and restore all that he has destroyed; and make him promise publicly that he will cease all evil conduct towards us. That will satisfy me."
This idea of punishment seemed to tickle them greatly. The Chiefs reported our words to the Assembly; and the Natives laughed and cheered, as if it were a capital joke! They cried aloud, "It is good! Obey the word of the Missi."
After considerable hunting, the young Chief was found. They brought him to the Assembly and scolded him severely and told him their sentence. He was surprised by the nature of the punishment, and cowed by the determination of the people.