There was once a South Sea Island supercargo named Denison who had a Kanakafather and mother. This was when Denison was a young man. His father's name was Kusis; his mother's Tulpé. Also he had several brown-skinned lithe- limbed and big-eyed brothers and sisters who made much of their new white brother and petted and caressed and wept over him as if he were an ailing child of six instead of a tough young fellow of two-and-twenty who had nothing wrong with him but a stove-in rib and a heart that ached for home which made him cross and fretful.