people, lighter than those on the coast. Many were in deep mourning, and
frightfully besmeared. There are a number of villages close by, on the
various ridges. We returned by a different way, following the bed of
what must be in the rainy season a large river. The banks were in many
places from eight to nine feet high.

On the following morning, November 3rd, we weighed anchor and set sail,
passing Kapakapa, a double village in the sea. The houses are large and
well built. There are numerous villages on the hills at the back of it,
and not too far away to be visited. We anchored off Round Head, which
does not, as represented on the charts, rise boldly from the sea. There
is a plain between two and three miles broad between the sea and the hill
called Round Head. There are many villages on the hills along this part
of the coast. We anchored close to the shore. A number of natives were
on the beach, but could not be induced to visit us on board. We went
ashore to them after dinner. They knew Mr. Lawes by name only, and
became more easy when he assured them that he was really and truly _Misi
Lao_. They professed friendship by calling out, _Maino_, _maino_,
catching hold of their noses, and pointing to their stomachs. After a
little time, two ventured to accompany Mr. Lawes on board, and received
presents. I remained ashore astonishing others by striking matches, and
showing off my arms and chest. The women were so frightened that they
all kept at a respectful distance. These are the natives from an inland
village that killed a Port Moresby native about the beginning of the
year. When those who accompanied Mr. Lawes on board the _Mayri_ returned
to the shore, they were instantly surrounded by their friends, who seized
the presents and made off. They had received fish, biscuit, and taro.
The taro and fish were smelt all over, and carefully examined before
eaten. The biscuit was wrapped up again in the paper.