We now again bent our course for the Navigators or Samoa Islands. Fauea, the chief, was in high spirits, from the prospect of speedily seeing his home, from which he had been so long absent; yet there appeared an expression of great anxiety in his countenance. We had not been long at sea, when he came and sat himself down by my side, and said that he had been thinking of the great work before us, and although he had no doubt but that the chiefs would gladly receive us, and the common people all readily attend to Christian instruction, yet there was a person there, called Tamafainga, and if he opposed us, he feared that our progress would be impeded. I asked him who this Tamafainga was; when he informed me that he was the man in whom the spirit of the gods dwelt; that he was the terror of all the inhabitants; and that, if he forbade it, the people universally would be afraid to place themselves under our instruction. This was rather discouraging information; we had, however, no alternative but to proceed, looking to God alone for guidance, protection, and success. We glided pleasantly along for some little time, with a fair wind; but it soon became adverse, and we encountered, for fortyeight hours, a most furious storm, which rent our sails, and crippled us exceedingly.