The Cruise of the Kawa: Wanderings in the South Seas

The opening in the atoll. Swank paints a portrait. The fatu-liv

he edge of the lagoon after our matinal dip in its pell

suddenly, "Hatia

ernity but really means, "My

er a week and I did n

a," she murmu

ihaha?" I questioned, which,

iputu

air she softly crooned the words and music of the choral

oio uku

nonaa aaa

tapu, O

oio, one

of expressing deep affection. Her dusky cheeks flushed and with infinite shyness she lifted her left foot and placed

" (Daughter of

name!" I murmured

d to me the last, the most hidden of her secrets. I had heard of Mo

ered, "are Naani-Tui

foot, bare of any inscription, and she tickled it playfully with a blade of haro. Radiant Kippiputuonaa-whom I soo

in the usual manner, but I shuddered at the thought. I w

h for a pillow-fight. It was a rare sport, and, as the pillows were eighteen-inch logs of rapiti-wood, not without its element

eature that ploughs the deep in fishy guise. For man-ea

ht,-one of the few he ever made. The oce

ion: Watch

n Note: WATC

three intrepid explorers. The strange object which had brought to the islands these wonderful white men might some day carry them away again! In view of the tragic subsequent events there is something infinitely pathetic in this charmin

emarked. "I never heard it

you were full of

sh that when, as occasionally happened, some unfortunate swimmer had been eaten by a shark, a wak-wak was

rom Kippy that made me feel as flat as a pressed fern. We were wandering along

t) bring Tree-with-Wings

she asked. "Look

h vines! Cheap? You could have bought me for a bad clam. As I thought of the days we had sweated over those damned cocoanuts, of Triplett's peril, of the danger to the yawl, while our very families looked on

he begged, "Daughter of Pe

sionately, and I was d

t seemed to dim his glory,

r out inter the open an' have some sailin' pa

y Thomas busy re-rigging the Kawa. William Henry Thomas, by the way, insisted on living on board in happy but un

ments off the boat and began daubing furiously, landscapes, seascapes, monotypes, ideographs, everything. Most of them were hideously funny, but he did one thin

ike. The mountain is a little out

me with ye

ithology, botany, ethulology, h

e were strolling back from a friendly game of

ly and at the same time the most be

esounded again, a piercing screech

f the fatu-liva," he said.

ote of sufferi

va are square," said Whi

much I was to owe to the fatu-liva and her strange maternal gift which saved

urning from a ten-mile swim to a neighboring island whi

ughed gaily and nodded her head to indicate that there was not the slightest

y. She had propped over my head her verdant taa-taa without which the natives never swim for fear of the tropical sun, and I think I must have d

nd all my past life be

eth that stretched back into his interior as far as the eye could reach and farther. Mixed up with this dreadful reality were visions of my past. I

screamed, reve

the monster into whose widening throat she thrust the sharp-pointed instrument, in, in, until I thoug

nstant, Kippy yanked the handle with all her might, opening

was still dangerous. Kippy was towing me shoreward at a speed which caused the sea to foam about

sition on the surface of the water and poured forth the most

-ow-ow-ow

d in the distance, flying at incredible speed, I sa

ng eggs with marvelous precision. The first two struck the wak-wak square on the nose and he screamed with pain. The third, landing corner-wise, put out his right eye and he began to thrash in helpless circles. The fourth was a