A frightful wall of water caught it, tilted it, and flung it against half a dozen cocoanut trees.
One in fifty of the cocoanut palms still stood, and they were wrecks, while on not one of them remained a single nut.
The survivors cut the hearts out of the fallen cocoanut trees and ate them.
Swimming in the darkness, strangling, suffocating, fighting for air, she was struck a heavy blow on the shoulder by a cocoanut.
By the tenth day her last cocoanut was gone, and she was shrivelling from thirst.
In the meantime she fastened the outrigger back on the canoe, using for lashings all the cocoanut fibre she could find, and also what remained of her ahu.
In the eary afternoon, standing upright in the canoe, she sighted Hikueru Its wealth of cocoanut palms was gone.
The gust of wind struck the pandanus tree overhead and tore through the palms beyond, flinging half a dozen ripe cocoanuts with heavy thuds to the ground.
A sea swept up the beach, licking around the trunks of the cocoanuts and subsiding almost at their feet.
The days went by, and she lived on the cocoanuts that had kept her afloat.
Then she went on along the beach, panting and groaning, but resolutely seeking for cocoanuts.
This village contained about two hundred habitations, composed of poles set in the ground, tied together at the ends, and thatched with grass, and was situated in an open grove of cocoanuts