There was one thing which had made a great impression on me in the
conversation with the men in the morning. They called me a savage, and
said that I had not sufficient clothes on; and as I observed that they
were all dressed in jackets and trousers, which covered them from head
to foot, I took it for granted that my shirt, which was all that I wore,
was not a sufficient clothing. This had never occurred to me before,
nor can the reader be surprised at it. I had been like our first
parents in Eden--naked but not ashamed; but now that I had suddenly come
in contact with my fellow-men, I felt as if something were amiss. The
consequence was, that I went to the chest and got out a pair of white
trousers, and put them on. I thought them very uncomfortable and very
unnecessary articles; but others--wore them, and I felt that I must do
so also. They were rather long for me, but I rolled up the bottoms of
the legs, as I observed that the seamen did, and then came out on the
platform, where the missionary's wife was still seated, looking out upon
the waves as they lashed the rocks. She immediately observed the
addition that I had made to my dress, and said--
"That is a great improvement. Now you look like other people. What is
your name? You have not told me."