Identifier: samoaumawherelif00chur (find matches)
Title: Samoa 'uma, where life is different
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Churchill, Llewella Pierce, Mrs. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: New York, Forest and Stream publishing company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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e wire toggle, but the thornssoon broke if they hit the coral. On the return to shore, Tanoa was awakened toclean the mullet and to salt it to secure its keepingover night. While he was at his task he kept up arunning commentary of flattering congratulations onmy skill with the spear, as shown by my wing shotat the fish in air. But the next morning when we hadthe fish for breakfast, my graceless Talolo camearound and sat on the floor of our dining-room in theshady corner of the veranda and developed a longchain of logical demonstration in proof that, as usual,he should have a tin of something. The gist of hisargument was that inasmuch as I had shown that Icould go out on the reef to catch the family mealslike any other woman, there was less need for hoard-ing our supply of provisions in tin cans, and on thataccount we could all the more readily spare him somesalmon or corned beef or even sardines, and perhapsthrow in a can of jam. And this was the sentiment of Talolo, without whose140
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TORCHES ON THE REEF. aid I should never have shouldered my bundle oftorches and tried the night fisaing on the reef. It isonly one of the many reasons I had for feeling thatTalolo was not altogether disinterested in his atten-tions to me. 141 XII. THE PALOLO ANNIVERSARY. In late October the ardent sportsman will bereckoning up the days and the stars and the blossomsof the trees according to a legendary schedule in orderto determine the coming of the palolo—that is, if heis a South Pacific sportsman. There is a close sea-son on palolo. The open season lasts less than threehours in the year, and no one ever took palolo outof season. It is not that the primitive islanders of theSouth Sea have any game laws, nor if they had anywould they be at all likely to observe them. Natureherself regulates the preservation of this game. Whenthe close season is on, the palolo is shut up in the reefas tight as a drum, and the very keenest search failsto disclose a single specimen in the reef pools, w

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