Islands far away; Fijian pictures with pen and brush . at little fellow, some threeyears old, stamped delightedly about over the burning endsthat were thrown away and put the flames out with his chubbyfeet. It was a most interesting exhibition of native immunityfrom the effects of fire, and I could not have believed it possibleif I had not seen it. Had the children been burned or blis-tered in any way they could not have been so absolutely the parents in the village never came to look after them,or showed any uneasiness about them. I seemed to have Moonlight Rambles. 55 stepped into
Islands far away; Fijian pictures with pen and brush . at little fellow, some threeyears old, stamped delightedly about over the burning endsthat were thrown away and put the flames out with his chubbyfeet. It was a most interesting exhibition of native immunityfrom the effects of fire, and I could not have believed it possibleif I had not seen it. Had the children been burned or blis-tered in any way they could not have been so absolutely the parents in the village never came to look after them,or showed any uneasiness about them. I seemed to have Moonlight Rambles. 55 stepped into a fairy tale, and to be standing on enchantedground, surrounded by elves. My evening dip was as delicious as the evening ramble. Thehouse was close to the sea and a few steps took me into thewater, rippling in quiet waves upon the smooth shelving moon shone through the palm trees and their tall stemscast long dark shadows over the sand. And, as I splashed inthe cool water, the phosphorescent lights glittered as if I werebathing in (Ill: ONE FAT LITTLE FELLOW SOME THREE YEARS OLD. Chapter IX. OLD MARITAS TRAGIC TALE. We were told that a very old woman lived in the village. How old ? Very, very old. Eighty years ? More,much more. A hundred ? Yes, and more, one could tell. There had been no register of births whenshe was bom long ago in the wild, savage days. All anyoneknew was that she had seemed old, as long as the oldest in-habitant could remember. I wanted very much to see her,so she was produced from her little house on the banks of theriver at the end of the village. Her hair was close cut andthick, and as white as the driven snow, in strong contrastwith the brown skin of her wrinkled face. She was very thin,but wiry and strong, and not exceedingly bent. Her eyeswere bright and her hearing good, and she seemed as if shemight outlive many of the comparatively young people abouther. She readily consented to my painting her, and verykindly place
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