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Title: Wanderings among South sea savages and in Borneo and the Philippines
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Walker, H. Wilfrid
Subjects: Walker, H. Wilfrid Ethnology
Publisher: London : Witherby
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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meal times quite a procession of men andwomen, glistening aU over with coconut oil,would enter our hut bearing all sorts of nativefood, including fish in great variety, yams, octopus,turtle, sucking-pig, chicken, prawns, etc. Theywere brought in on banana and other large leaves,and we, of course, ate them with our fingers.Good as the food undoubtedly was, I was alwaysglad when the meal was over, as it is very farfrom comfortable to sit with your legs doubledup under you. Afterwards I could hardly standup straight, owing to cramp. I found it especiallytrying in Samoa, where one had to sit in thismanner for hours during feasts, kava -drinkingand siva-sivas (dances). Sometimes a glisten-ing damsel would fan us with a large fan madeout of the leaf of a fan palm,* which at times gotrather in the way. I never got waited on betterin my life. Directly I had finished one coursea dozen girls were ready to hand me other dishes,and when I wanted a drink a girl immediately * Pritchardia Paeifica.
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AT THE DOOE OF A FIJIAN HOUSE. A COURT JESTER IN FIJI 23 handed me a cup made out of the half-shell of acoconut filled with a kind of soup. We generallyhad an audience of fully fifty people, and when wehad finished eating, a wooden bowl of water washanded to us in which to wash our hands. RatuLala would generally hand the bowl to me first, andI would wash my hands iti silence, but directlyhe started to wash his hands, everyone present,including chiefs and attendants, would startclapping their hands in even time, then one manwould utter a deep and prolonged Ah-h,when the crowd would all shout together whatsounded like Ai on dwah, followed by moreeven clapping. I never learned what the wordsmeant. In this respect Ratu Lala was mostcuriously secretive, and always evaded questions.Whenever he took a drink, a clapping of handsmade me aware of the fact. One day, when they had chanted after a mealas usual, Ratu Lala turned around to me andmimicked the way his jester or clown repeated it,and

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