Outing . THE STRONGEST MAN IN FIJI, WHO WON THE DECIDING EVENT AT THE INTER-RACIAL FIELD DAY prognathous jaw. of an eye-lash, he of his neck and took the blow in thedepths of his mat ofwoolly hair. Hard-ly did he seem toneed to brace him-self, so completelywas the force ofthe punch taken upin this naturalshock-absorber. To sharp hooksin the ribs andupper abdomen hereplied in the samepassive way, duck-ing the massivehead whether I ledfor the face or a chest likethe bulge of asteam boiler andthree inches of cor-rugated iron mus-cles armoring hissolar plexus, therewas no need of guarding
Outing . THE STRONGEST MAN IN FIJI, WHO WON THE DECIDING EVENT AT THE INTER-RACIAL FIELD DAY prognathous jaw. of an eye-lash, he of his neck and took the blow in thedepths of his mat ofwoolly hair. Hard-ly did he seem toneed to brace him-self, so completelywas the force ofthe punch taken upin this naturalshock-absorber. To sharp hooksin the ribs andupper abdomen hereplied in the samepassive way, duck-ing the massivehead whether I ledfor the face or a chest likethe bulge of asteam boiler andthree inches of cor-rugated iron mus-cles armoring hissolar plexus, therewas no need of guarding anything butthe face, and this he did by the simpleexpedient of putting out his foot-deep. THE FIJIAN ENTRY IN THE OPEN CANOE RACE WAS AN ANCIENT HIGH STERNEDCRAFT THAT HAD DONE SERVICE IN THEIR HEAD-HUNTING DAYS A FIJIAN FIELD DAY 711 shock of matted hair everytime I made a feint in that direction. Tlie dolt is no morethan a human punching-bag, I told myself; bureven a punching-bag willbreak down if hammeredlong enough, forthwith be-ginning to try the effectof persistent as a sparring con-test, I would have won thedecision by a hundred pointsto nil, for the stolid mon-ster seemed perfectly con-tent to let me circle roundhim and hit almost whenand where I pleased. Butwe were fighting underFijian rules, which holdthat a contest undivided byrounds shall continue untilone of the parties is unwill-ing, or unable, to go and then when Iwould whip a stiff jolt inunder the fringe of his mopto the side of his neck hewould wince a bit, but mostof the time he simply stoodwith bowed head and setmuscles and let me poundaway. It may be that my blowslacked steam af
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