When the latter came into the village, the first sight that met his eyes, was the demolished stockade. He looked at it for a moment, in silence. Then some[p. 62] of the old men came forward, and began to tell him the wondrous tales of kindness.
The Chief went to his own home, and when he saw that everything was untouched, and that none of the people was harmed, he could not understand the actions of the White Chief, and so expressed his astonishment to Uraso and Muro. When he was told that the latter were Chiefs of two tribes on Wonder Island, he was still more surprised.
"Do you not fight each other?" he asked.
Uraso smiled, as he answered: "Why should we fight? There is no pleasure in killing, or in causing suffering. We used to think about those things as you do."
"What made you think otherwise?"
"The White Chief told us it was wrong, and we have found that his words were true."
"Where is this place where your tribe may be found?"
"It is on the other side of the sea, over there," answered Uraso, pointing to the west.
"Will it take long to get there?"
"It takes only one sun, and the White Chief would be so happy to take you there and show you the great village, and to see the people and the Chiefs who live together in happiness, and to learn from the people themselves how they enjoy their homes, and make the many curious things that the White Chief has brought over for you."