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Title: The cruise of the Kawa;
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Chappell, George S. (George Shepard), 1877-1946
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Publisher: New York and London, G. P. Putnam's sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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n my heart. It was a tragic trio which reassembled on the Kawas deck as the late afternoon sun spread its golden hand across the lagoon. The purple shadow of the Mountain rested on our tiny craft but a A FLEDGLING FATU-LIVA. It was by the rarest good fortune that Dr. Traprock was able to secure what is probably the only living specimen now in captivity of the hitherto unknown fatu-liva bird. Immediately upon his arrival at Papeete efforts were made to secure a mother bird of any kind which would hatch out the four fatu-liva eggs then in the explorers possession. Owing to their angular and uncomfortable shape it was found impossible to keep a bird brooding for more than three minutes at a time. After much effort one egg was finally hatched from which was derived the handsome specimen shown in the illustration. The youngster is now doing finely in the Bronx aviary. Un-fortunately he is a male, so that his hope of posterity rests entirely upon the success of another expedition to the Filbert Islands.
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C ft < THE CRUISE OF THE KAWA 131 shadow yet deeper shrouded our hearts. Each of us carried the consciousness of a terrible duty. We ought to leave the Filberts. Broken-heartedly we talked over the situation. Getting worse, was Whinneys report. Saw Baahaabaa scratching his leg this morning—probably got it. Poor Baahaabaa, how my heart ached for him. We ought to leave, I said. It was the first time any of us had dared state the hideous truth in plain words. They fell like lead on our spirits. Swanks sensitive soul was perhaps the most harrowed of all. He sat moaning on the taffrail taking little or no part in the discussion. All at once he sprang up with blazing eyes. I cant do it! he shouted. I can't—and I won't. Blessed little Lupoba,—my Mist-on-the-Mountain. How can I desert you? How can we any of us desert our wives—let us stay, let us live,and, if we must, let us die. Love is more than life. It was a powerful appeal. Overwrought as I was, I nearly succumbed to the false reasoning wh

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