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*There was a bay upon that island, a very fair bay to look upon; but, by the native saying, it was death to bathe there. *There is nothing in that,* said the missionary; and he came to the bay, and went swimming. Presently an eddy took him and bore him towards the reef. *Oho!* thought the missionary, *it seems there is something in it after all.* And he swam the harder, but the eddy carried him away. *I do not care about this eddy,* said the missionary; and even as he said it, he was aware of a house raised on piles above the sea; it was built of yellow reeds, one reed joined with another, and the whole bound with black sinnet; a ladder led to the door, and all about the house hung calabashes. He had never seen such a house, nor yet such calabashes; and the eddy set for the ladder. *This is singular,* said the missionary, *but there can be nothing in it.* And he laid hold of the ladder and went up. It was a fine house; but there was no man there; and when the missionary looked back he saw no island, only the heaving of the sea. *It is strange about the island,* said the missionary, *but who’s afraid? my stories are the true ones.*