ILLUSTRATIONS
THE AUTHOR AND HIS ISLAND BRIDE
CAPTAIN EZRA TRIPLETT
A BEWILDERED BOTANIST
THE W.E. TRAPROCK EXPEDITION
BABAI AND HER TAA-TAA
WALTER E. TRAPROCK, F.R.S.S.E.U
GATHERING DEW-FISH ON THE OUTER REEF
HERMAN SWANK
LUPOBA-TILAANA, MIST ON THE MOUNTAIN
WATCHFUL WAITING
GOLDEN HARMONIES
WILLIAM HENRY THOMAS
THE LAGOON AT DAWN (WHINNEY'S VERSION)
THE LAGOON AT DAWN (SWANK'S VERSION)
THE NEST OF A FATU-LIVA
BAAHAABAA MOURNING THE DEPARTURE OF HIS FRIENDS
CHAPTER I
We get under way. Polynesia's busiest corner. Our ship's company. A patriotic celebration rudely interrupted. In the grip of the elements. Necessary repairs. A night vigil. Land ho!
"Is she tight?" asked Captain Ezra Triplett. (We were speaking of my yawl, the Kawa).
"As tight as a corset," was my reply.