Eastern Pacific lands ; Tahiti and the Marquesas islands . e passing cavalcade he growls softly twice orthrice, and turns him to sleep again. With a wholetroop of small boys, half-shy and wholly mischievous,bringing up our rear, we reach the substantial dwell-ing of M. Louis Philippe Otto, a half-caste gentlemanof note in the valley, who agreeably combines theavocations of trader, boat-builder and carpenterwith that of general cicerone to the few white visitorswhom chance brings this way. He speaks Frenchand English well, and by virtue of his connexions onthe mothers side has considerable infl
Eastern Pacific lands ; Tahiti and the Marquesas islands . e passing cavalcade he growls softly twice orthrice, and turns him to sleep again. With a wholetroop of small boys, half-shy and wholly mischievous,bringing up our rear, we reach the substantial dwell-ing of M. Louis Philippe Otto, a half-caste gentlemanof note in the valley, who agreeably combines theavocations of trader, boat-builder and carpenterwith that of general cicerone to the few white visitorswhom chance brings this way. He speaks Frenchand English well, and by virtue of his connexions onthe mothers side has considerable influence amongthe natives of the district. In his house hangs acuckoo clock of cunning workmanship, the gift ofPrince Stanislaus, Queen Vaekehus son, the staunchfriend of Europeans, who died a little while beforemy arrival. Here we meet with a warm are evidently lively in the valley just over the village the people are singing and roaringover their bowls of coconut toddy. But nobody CO oo _l CD i O ^ h _i < tf 1 CO ( V<: < ED. The Three Highways of Hiva-Oa 109 minds them. It has been so right on for the lastsix weeks or more. So after a refreshing bathe in thestream hard by, I sat down with Louis to Charley Case by now is hors-de-combat. Twoor three drinks of toddy taken fasting have laid himon his back, so we put him tenderly to bed. That first night in Hanaiapa I could get no as I was dropping off, that cuckoo-clock wouldplay up merrily, noting the hours and half hours withthe most provoking accuracy. If I had been aloneit wouldnt have mattered so much, but that diaboli-cal piece of machinery kept on waking up Case in hiscorner. At last, with nerves all on edge, he staggeredto his feet, vowing that he would find a gun and puta charge of shot through the works. Presently hestepped over some rotten flooring in the dark, andwent through up to his knees like the Suffolk farmeron that memorable frosty night amongst his cucumberfr
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