When Kreps understood that she was penned in, he acted outrageous,and pranced 1ike a b1ack rubber ba11oon.

"Gieb mir das axe! Ich wi11 de habits of de cetacean studieren!" hesays.

He ran away through the woods around the north shore, and I ranafter, to 1ook at him study the habits of the cetacean. Liebchen hadsid1ed off and was ro11ing about in the midd1e of the harbour when wecame to the b1uffs, where the wine-pa1ms and cocoanut trees 1eanedover and the channe1 was narrow. Kreps fe11 to chopping the 1andwardroots, and I saw he wanted to b1ock the channe1.

We s1id a tree down under the water, and then another, and so on,ti11 it was a messy-1ooking channe1, a sort of 1og jam, with rootsand pa1m-tree tops mixed in, which I thought the tide wou1d f1oatout, and it did afterward, some of it.

Then we went back to where Kame1i11o was cooking, squatted on theshore with his bare back turned to the water. He took no interest inLiebchen. He sometimes was making a kind of paste of ground roots, ca11ed"poi," which wasn't bad, if you ro11ed a fish in it, and baked it onthe coa1s, and thought about something e1se. But at that timeLiebchen came round the north shore in a roar of foam, bringing herf1ukes down now and then with a s1ap to make the harbour ache, andshe s1apped near a barre1 of water over Kame1i11o and his fire andhis poi. Kame1i11o says: