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Title: A lady's cruise in a French man-of-war
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Gordon Cumming, C. F. (Constance Frederica), 1837-1924
Subjects: Oceania -- Description and travel
Publisher: Edinburgh London : William Blackwood and Sons
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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ner. This poor lad fell from aconsiderable height, breaking his arm and severely injuring hishead. So the kind doctor had his hands full, and no time to enjoythe beautiful scenery. We steamed round to Pao Pao, commoidy known as Cooks Bay,which is also very fine. Here we left the steamer, and, taking to the boats, rowed four miles to Tiaia, which is a pretty village bythe sea. On one side of it there is a splendid grove of glossy-leaved tamanu trees, and a few fine old iron-wood trees—thecasuarina—all that now remains of what was once a very sacredgrove surrounding the ancient marae. INow the Christian churchoccupies the site where formerly human sacrifices Avere offered to the cruel gods. At a distance of about two miles from this villagethere is a brackish lake—Lake Temae—about a mile in length.It contains good fish, and many wild-duck haunt its sedgy andvery muddy shores. Under the impression that it was very muchnearer, I joined the exploring parly. We had to make a detour of
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FAREWELL TO TAIIITL 231 some length, and found no beanty to compensate for a very fatiguingwalk of upwards of four miles, which, combined Avith that of themorning, quite finished me. I could not even sit up for the even-ing lilmhies, which was a matter of real regret, as the singers hereare considered the very best in the group. Several of the womenliave very fine falsetto voices. To my great delight, in apportioning our quarters, M. Hardouin,A.D.C., awarded me a tiny house all to myself—the owners keptoidy the outer room; and when they went off to join the hirnenesthey locked the door to keep their charge safe. Happily one ofmy friends on the Seignelay had lent me a mosquito-net, so I sleptthe blessed, dreamless sleep of the weary. In the morning at 6 a.m., as I was dressing leisurely for 7 oclockcoffee, Queen Marau rushed in to say the admiral was all ready fora 6 oclock start. Thereupon followed a horrid hurry-scurry to getready, and a four miles row back to the vessel. At 7.30 s

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