From the rest of these, however, I must except the beauteous
nymph Fayaway, who was my peculiar favourite. Her free pliant
figure was the very perfection of female grace and beauty. Her
complexion was a rich and mantling olive, and when watching the
glow upon her cheeks I could almost swear that beneath the
transparent medium there lurked the blushes of a faint vermilion.

The face of this girl was a rounded oval, and each feature as
perfectly formed as the heart or imagination of man could desire.

Her full lips, when parted with a smile, disclosed teeth of
dazzling whiteness and when her rosy mouth opened with a burst of
merriment, they looked like the milk-white seeds of the 'arta,' a
fruit of the valley, which, when cleft in twain, shows them
reposing in rows on each side, imbedded in the red and juicy
pulp. Her hair of the deepest brown, parted irregularly in the
middle, flowed in natural ringlets over her shoulders, and
whenever she chanced to stoop, fell over and hid from view her
lovely bosom. Gazing into the depths of her strange blue eyes,
when she was in a contemplative mood, they seemed most placid yet
unfathomable; but when illuminated by some lively emotion, they
beamed upon the beholder like stars. The hands of Fayaway were
as soft and delicate as those of any countess; for an entire
exemption from rude labour marks the girlhood and even prime of a
Typee woman's life. Her feet, though wholly exposed, were as
diminutive and fairly shaped as those which peep from beneath the
skirts of a Lima lady's dress. The skin of this young creature,
from continual ablutions and the use of mollifying ointments, was
inconceivably smooth and soft.