island?"

In the cabin, Concha forgot him for a few mo-
ments. Her mother, her eyes dwelling fondly upon
several shawls she hoped were intended for herself
alone, was hushing the baby to sleep in the deep
chair of his excellency. Ana Paula was playing
with an Alaskan doll she had appropriated without
ceremony. Rezanov came in when his guests were
assembled, and he had a gift for each; curious ob-
jects of Alaskan workmanship for the men, minia-
ture totem poles and fur-bordered moccasins; but
silk and cotton, linen, shawls, and find handker-
chiefs for senora and maiden.

"They are trifles," he said, in response to an en-
thusiastic chorus. "The cargo I was obliged to
take over was a very large one. You must not
protest. I shall never miss these things." And he
knew that he had sown the seeds of a rapacity simi-
lar to that implanted in the worthy bosoms of the
priests when they had paid him their promised visit.
If the Governor were insensible to diplomacy he
would have pressure brought to bear upon his offi-
cial integrity from more quarters than one.

"There are also many of the presents rejected by
the Mikado, somewhere," he added carelessly. "But
I could not find them. They must have found their
way to the bottom of the hold during one of the