When Kreps understood that she was penned in, he acted outrageous,and pranced like a black rubber balloon.

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

He ran away through the woods around the north shore, and I ranafter, to look at him study the habits of the cetacean. Liebchen hadsidled off and was rolling about in the middle of the harbour when wecame to the bluffs, where the wine-palms and cocoanut trees leanedover and the channel was narrow. Kreps fell to chopping the landwardroots, and I saw he wanted to block the channel.

We slid a tree down under the water, and then another, and so on,till it was a messy-looking channel, a sort of log jam, with rootsand palm-tree tops mixed in, which I thought the tide would floatout, and it did afterward, some of it.

Then we went back to where Kamelillo 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, called"poi," which wasn't bad, if you rolled a fish in it, and baked it onthe coals, and thought about something else. But at that timeLiebchen came round the north shore in a roar of foam, bringing herflukes down now and then with a slap to make the harbour ache, andshe slapped near a barrel of water over Kamelillo and his fire andhis poi. Kamelillo says: