. The cruise of the Kawa; . m steerin a straight course foranywhere, but accordin to the jackass (he haddropped the word quadrant since Swanks BAAHAABAA MOURNING THE DEPARTURE OF HIS FRIENDS In all the history of great friendships there is nothing more touching andmore noble than the beautiful bond which existed between Baahaabaa, thesimple, primitive chief of the Filbertines and the white men who spentthe happiest months of their lives on his island and then so strangely van-ished. For several days after their departure he spoke no word. Butevery evening at sunset he took his place opposite a
. The cruise of the Kawa; . m steerin a straight course foranywhere, but accordin to the jackass (he haddropped the word quadrant since Swanks BAAHAABAA MOURNING THE DEPARTURE OF HIS FRIENDS In all the history of great friendships there is nothing more touching andmore noble than the beautiful bond which existed between Baahaabaa, thesimple, primitive chief of the Filbertines and the white men who spentthe happiest months of their lives on his island and then so strangely van-ished. For several days after their departure he spoke no word. Butevery evening at sunset he took his place opposite an opening in the reefwhere the Kawa had first made her appearance and there he sat until dark-ness covered him. Whom are you awaiting? his chieftains asked shook his head mournfully; memories in the Filberts are mercifully placing his hand over his heart he said, I know not who it is, butsomething is gone—from here. Three weeks later when this photograph was taken he was still keeping uphis lonely Xo Ih 3 « ata« THE CRUISE OF THE KAWA 141 thrust) were spinnin a web round these seasfrom where we started to nowhere via wherewe be. We tried to help him. While the Captain pointedhis astrolabe sunward and announced the figuresWhinney and I, like tailors assistants, took themdown, Whinney doing the adding, I the subractingand Swank the charting. The results were con-fusion worse confounded. And then a dreadful thing happened. The compass-plant sickened and died. Whether some sea-water splashed into the shellor whether it was just change of environment, I donot know. But day by day it drooped and faded. I shall never forget the night she breathed herlast. With white faces we sat about the tinybrown bowl in which lay our hope of Tripletts great rough paw was a fountain-penfiller of fresh water which he gently dropped on theflowerlets unturned face. At exactly one-thirty,solar time, the tiny petals fluttered faintly andclosed. Shes gone, groa
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