Mystic Isles of the South Seas. by Frederick O'Brien
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And all this being done through an interpreter, and the consul having
unlimbered his falchion and removed his helmet, he and the governor had an absinthe frappé and made a date for a bridge game. "Te tamai i te taporo i te arahu i te umaru," the natives termed the skirmish. "The conflict of the limes, the coal, and the potatoes." A new himene was improvised about it, and I heard the girls of the Maison des Cocotiers chanting it as I went to Lovaina's to dinner. It was something like this in English: "Oh, the British men they drank all day And threw the limes and iron. The French in fear they ran away. The brave Tahitians alone stood firm." And there were many more verses. Chapter VIII Gossip in Papeete--Moorea, a near-by island--A two-days' excursion there--Magnificent scenery from the sea--Island of fairy folk--Landing and preparation for the feast--The First Christian mission--A canoe on the lagoon--Beauties of the sea-garden. My acquaintances of the Cercle Bougainville, Landers, Polonsky, |
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