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Ahupu aito Appin ARABIAN NIGHTS arms Banyan basket behold blew boat brave breakers breath canoe chief CHRISTMAS AT SEA clan cocoanut cried crowd dactyl day long dead death deep drum dusk ears eyes face fall father fear feast fell fire fish fisher flame foes fool fruit gloaming hand head heard heart HEATHER ALE heavy of hair High-place island kava land looked maid Mamore Marquesan mighty morning mother mountain naked Namunu-ura never night numbered oven Paea palms Papara Picts pigs priest Quoth race Rahero reef roared roof sang Scotland shade shadow shore silent silent falls sing sire sleep smiled smoke song soul sound spoke sprang star stared stood sudden Swift Tahiti Taiarapu tale Tamatea tapu tartan terrace Tevas thing Ticonderoga tikis torch trade wind trees uttered Vaiau valley verse victims voice wind woman women woods word yottowas
Page 85 - All day we hauled the frozen sheets, and got no further forth ; All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain and dread, For very life and nature, we tacked from head to head. We gave the South a wider berth, for there the...
Page 85 - CHRISTMAS AT SEA THE sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand ; The decks were like a slide, where a seaman scarce could stand ; The wind was a nor'wester, blowing squally off the sea ; And cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things a-lee. They heard the surf a-roaring before the break of day ; But 'twas only with the peep of light we saw how ill we lay. We tumbled every hand on deck instanter, with a shout, And we gave her the maintops'l, and stood by to go about.
Page 79 - And there on the giddy brink— "I will give you life, ye vermin, For the secret of the drink.
Page 78 - In graves that were like children's On many a mountain head, The Brewsters of the Heather Lay numbered with the dead. The king in the red moorland Rode on a summer's day ; And the bees hummed, and the curlews Cried beside the way. The king rode, and was angry, Black was his brow and pale, To rule in a land of heather And lack the Heather Ale. It fortuned that his vassals, Riding free on the heath, Came on a stone that was fallen And vermin hid beneath. Rudely plucked from their hiding, Never a word...
Page 77 - From the bonny bells of heather They brewed a drink long-syne, Was sweeter far than honey, Was stronger far than wine. They brewed it and they drank it, And lay in a blessed swound For days and days together In their dwellings underground.
Page 80 - And it's I will tell the secret That I have sworn to keep." They took the son and bound him, Neck and heels in a thong, And a lad took him and swung him, And flung him far and strong, And the sea swallowed his body, Like that of a child of ten; — And there on the cliff stood the father, Last of the dwarfish men.