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PORT OLRY AND A “SING-SING” 135
The Messrs. Th. had been kind enough to invite
me to go on a recruiting trip to Maevo, the most
north—easterly island of the group. Here I found
a very scanty population, showing many traces of
Polynesian admixture in appearance and habits. The
weather was nasty and our luck at recruiting poor,
so that after a fortnight we returned to Hog Harbour.
I went to Port Olry to my old priest’s house, and
a few days later Mr. Th. came in his cutter to take
me to Tassimaloun in Big Bay; so I bade a hearty
farewell to the good Father, whom I have never had
the pleasure of meeting again.