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WILSON GIVES US THE CUT—DEPARTURE FOR IMEEO ABOUT three weeks after the Julia's sailing, our conditions began to be a little precarious. We were without any regular supply of food; the arrival …
THE VALLEY OF MARTAIR WE went up through groves to an open space, where we heard voices, and a light was seen glimmering from out a bamboo dwelling. It was the planters' retreat; and in their a…
FARMING IN POLYNESIA THE planters were both whole-souled fellows; but, in other respects, as unlike as possible. One was a tall, robust Yankee, born in the backwoods of Maine, sallow, and with a lo…
SOME ACCOUNT OF THE WILD CATTLE IN POLYNESIA BEFORE we proceed further, a word or two concerning these wild cattle, and the way they came on the island. Some fifty years ago, Vancouver left several…
A HUNTING RAMBLE WITH ZEKE AT THE foot of the mountain, a steep path went up among rocks and clefts mantled with verdure. Here and there were green gulfs, down which it made one giddy to peep. At la…
MOSQUITOES THE NIGHT following the hunting trip, Long Ghost and myself, after a valiant defence, had to fly the house on account of the mosquitoes. And here I cannot avoid relating a story, rife am…
THE SECOND HUNT IN THE MOUNTAINS FAIR dawned, over the hills of Martair, the jocund morning of our hunt. Everything had been prepared for it overnight; and, when we arrived at the house, a good bre…
THE HUNTING-FEAST; AND A VISIT TO AFREHITOO TWO BULLOCKS and a boar! No bad trophies of our day's sport. So by torchlight we marched into the plantation, the wild hog rocking from its pole, and…
THE MURPHIES DOZING in our canoe the next morning about daybreak, we were awakened by Zeke's hailing us loudly from the beach. Upon paddling up, he told us that a canoe had arrived overnight, …
WHAT THEY THOUGHT OF US IN MARTAIR SEVERAL quiet days now passed away, during which we just worked sufficiently to sharpen our appetites; the planters leniently exempting us from any severe toil. T…
