IN one of my strolls with Kory-Kory, in passing along the border
of a thick growth of bushes, my attention was arrested by a
singular noise. On entering the thicket I witnessed for the
first time the operation of tattooing as performed by these
islanders.
I beheld a man extended flat upon his back on the ground, and,
despite the forced composure of his countenance, it was evident
that he was suffering agony. His tormentor bent over him,
working away for all the world like a stone-cutter with mallet
and chisel. In one hand he held a short slender stick, pointed
with a shark's tooth, on the upright end of which he tapped with
a small hammer-like piece of wood, thus puncturing the skin, and
charging it with the colouring matter in which the instrument was
dipped. A cocoanut s
