[Maclightpoc-developers] _masa'oi_ tree, lean

[Mackie <tri...@uw...>]

His ship, but as a navigator he was nowhere. Incredible as it may seem,
his general chart of the North and South Pacific was thirty years old,
and was so torn, stained and greasy as to be all but undecipherable. As
the weary weeks went by and they went from island to island, only to be
turned away by the inhabitants, they at last began to realise the folly
of the venture, and most of them wanted to return to San Francisco. But
Richards clung to the belief that they only wanted patience to find a
suitable island where the natives would be glad to receive them, and
where they could settle down in peace. Failing that, he had the idea
that there were numbers of fertile and uninhabited islands, one of which
would suit the Brethren almost as well. But as time went on he too grew
despondent, and turned the brig's head northward for Honolulu; and one
day he blundered across Butaritari Island and entered the lagoon in the
hope of at least getting, some provisions. And again the crew bolted and
left the Brethren to shift for themselves. Week after week, month after
month went by, the provisions were all gone except weevily biscuit and
rotten pork, and they passed their time in wandering about the beache