. Wine-dark seas and tropic skies; reminiscences and a romance of the South seas . ed the Fates, how I gazed with envy on those fearlessmen who drank at the bar and clutched heaven in one handwhile I am denied through a weak stomach! So do I jogalong through life, not only a member of the vast army ofsad teetotallers, but one who grieves in sympathy with them. After that song Waylao hurried away. She was off tothe native festival. There was something special on thatnight. As we sat in the grog shanty we could hear thedrums beating the stars in with unusual vigour. A greatheathen carnival was i
. Wine-dark seas and tropic skies; reminiscences and a romance of the South seas . ed the Fates, how I gazed with envy on those fearlessmen who drank at the bar and clutched heaven in one handwhile I am denied through a weak stomach! So do I jogalong through life, not only a member of the vast army ofsad teetotallers, but one who grieves in sympathy with them. After that song Waylao hurried away. She was off tothe native festival. There was something special on thatnight. As we sat in the grog shanty we could hear thedrums beating the stars in with unusual vigour. A greatheathen carnival was in progress, some mystical ritethat commemorated the wonders of the heathen deityPulutu. I believe that dance was the last great primeval orgyindulged in by the Marquesan race, for gradually the officialscondemned the old rites, till hardly one was left on theGovernment programme of the great Permissible. Pious whites said it was disgraceful that people should beheard laughing and dancing in the moonlight, and so theMarquesan race died out, sat silent round their camp-fires, 114. Forest Scenp:, Marquesas Group
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