overflow of the lake swept the poor baby among the rocks, but it was rescued by the fairy Echo, who taking the tiny waif to her home among the rocks nourished it on bubbles of foam and froth collected from the waters. On this light and airy diet the infant throve, and was named Mokè by its foster-mother. As he reached boyhood he was allowed to drift along the stream towards the sea through the passes unknown to mortals. When near the edge of the billows he was observed by his mother the Profound-sleeper, who chanced just at that time to be awake, and she by some prescience knew him to be her son. Taking him to a cavern hard by, her then abode, she fed him on fish and other food till he grew far beyond the stature ordinarily assigned to human beings, attaining the prodigious height of sixty feet! Mokè went among his countrymen, and soon won their admiration by his courage and enormous physical strength.
One day there arrived a fleet of double canoes bearing two hundred warriors from Rarotonga. They were hospitably received, and at first conducted themselves admirably, but after some time they grew arrogant and turbulent, their ill behaviour culminating in their murdering the King of the island. Mokè determined to
