. Reminiscences of the South seas . ake walls, along which the sea rushed heavily to some littlebar, at one end of which, on a small bluff with huts, grew a fewcocoanut trees tossing in the wind: one would wish there were more. And the sea rimning far up overthis sand melted with a cross ciurent intothe riui of the little stream, so gentlythat each looked like a separate the road crossed the ford, comingon either side from high-up the rocks weie the marked edgesof the road, and up the stream, canoes,with white ends like the cusp of themoon, and white outriggers protectedwi
. Reminiscences of the South seas . ake walls, along which the sea rushed heavily to some littlebar, at one end of which, on a small bluff with huts, grew a fewcocoanut trees tossing in the wind: one would wish there were more. And the sea rimning far up overthis sand melted with a cross ciurent intothe riui of the little stream, so gentlythat each looked like a separate the road crossed the ford, comingon either side from high-up the rocks weie the marked edgesof the road, and up the stream, canoes,with white ends like the cusp of themoon, and white outriggers protectedwith thatch, lay on the grass. As I sat on some wet rocks near thesea, to sketch, I coidd see what happened during the wayfarer came down the slope, pushed across the streamhis horse that put down its head to taste the brackish water;children and older natives crossed barefooted the less deep water;high up, some practised native in best dress, crossed at some well-known ford by adding a few stones. Later, loud cries, and the. 56 REMINISCENCES OF THE SOUTH SEAS noise of a sail coming down. I could see them without looking,for I had to paint hard with my face turned the other way, andhurried by occasional showers. For our sky was all cloudy andwet, though faint drops of simshine fell also here and the horizon, as I sat so low, was all clear of that unearthlyblue of the islands, against which danced the grey sea, andthe triple line of grey surf, white perhaps otherwise, but dullagainst such a clearness of green aqiuimarine air. Then the fishermen landed on the rocks and showed theirfish, and all rushed that way, all but the girl who had come tosit behind me, and followed my work, perhaps to see what Iwas trjdng to make out. But she too succumbed when a halfnaked man held up a silvery fish of some mackerel shape rightbefore me and her, and she ran off to the house near the cocoa-nut trees. Then the fishermen took off their ragged clothes,and washed them m the strea
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