. Sandwich island notes. tivecloth). While these preparations were making, I was squat-ting on the mat, passing my pipe from one to another until ithad made a family tour, the youngest children excepted. No sooner had I sought my pillow than a space was clearedin the centre of the apartment, and a couple of men com-menced making peri. On a former page I have described theprocess, so I need not waste words in repetition. The laborof making it, however, could not be very light, for they wereentirely nude excepting their malos,* and their bodies glisten-ed with sweat as though they had been oiled
. Sandwich island notes. tivecloth). While these preparations were making, I was squat-ting on the mat, passing my pipe from one to another until ithad made a family tour, the youngest children excepted. No sooner had I sought my pillow than a space was clearedin the centre of the apartment, and a couple of men com-menced making peri. On a former page I have described theprocess, so I need not waste words in repetition. The laborof making it, however, could not be very light, for they wereentirely nude excepting their malos,* and their bodies glisten-ed with sweat as though they had been oiled. To enliventheir work, each man indulged in copious inhalations of theirlighted pipes. An old woman sat on one side of the tray, anda naked child on the other, picking up the pieces of boiled tarothat were scattered by the stone £>ctt-mallets ; these were putback to be pounded up with the general batch of food, whichwas a compound of sweat, tobacco smoke, and dust, scraps of* A narrow girdle crossed round the
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