from Pennsylvania, while he is on a visit to Coney Island, is a real farmer from Pennsylvania. And his conduct, under the circumstances, throws no more light on the nature of his societal life. It seems to me not too incredible to believe that plantation managers who have handled Kanakas for as long as thirty or forty years have only been exposed to fractions of their characters. For instance, one would gather from rumors of ambush, attacks with knives, arrows, and spears, and from the murders of white people, that they were a cruel, malicious, sneaky, ungrateful group of people, whose natures were so base and whose dispositions so esoteric that they should be regarded in the same light as the other fauna of the island surroundings, and like wild pigs, wild ducks, or any fortunate accidents, be game for anybody. That is, game for anybody who was brave enough for that kind of hunting. One hears on first visiting the islands the opinions of the white people towards the natives. They describe them as "beggars" and "swine", and accompany the description with great streams of unambiguous profanity. After one has listened to this sort of thing for a sufficient length of time, due partly to the peculiar powers of publicity and partly to the hypnotism of repeated words, one might leave the island without seeing the natives in their own habitat, pretty well convinced what natives were- to the whites. The truth of the matter is that the white people