Lolóma, Or, Two Years in Cannibal-land: A Story of Old FijiMullen, 1883 - 201 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
appearance arms barque beautiful believed Bent-Axe Big-Wind body Bolatha called cannibal Cannibal-land captain chief climbing club coast Cobb cocoanut colour coral cowrie dance death deck Dengeh divine earth Ebbtide eyes face fear feet Fiji Fijian Fijian mythology fish flesh flowers friends fruit gods green Hades hands head heard hero hills Hot-Water human island kava King lake hard land leaves legends Levu light live Lolóma look mangrove mast mind never night ocean once oven passed poet Port Jackson priest Prince Hightide race Ramáka reef round sacred sail sailors sandalwood savage schooner seemed sharks shells ship shore shouted shrine side sinnet song soon spears spirit strange Tanóva tapa temple things thought tide Tongan town trees tribe tropical valley Vanua Levu vasus vessel village Viti Levu wave wild wind wonderful wood words yams
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 176 - But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Seite 47 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.
Seite 172 - Fame of them the world hath none, Nor suffers; Mercy and Justice scorn them both. Speak not of them, but look, and pass them by.
Seite 67 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
Seite 185 - LAND. her hair, while I was intoxicated with the beauty and wonder of the scene ; of the ripple of a low laugh, of the musical sound of words that died in a caress ; and of the fresh fragrance of sea and mountain wafted on cool winds in the land of malua, where the people sat, " every . man under his vine and under his fig-tree," and reaped the fruits of the earth almost without toil.
Seite 19 - These reefs usually encircle the islands at a distance of from half a mile to two miles. Within the barrier the water is as smooth as a lake, but the trade winds, which blow for nine months in the year upon the shore, send the long rollers of the Pacific against the reef, which varies from 5ft.
Seite 15 - Nothing in his life became him like the leaving of it.
Seite 119 - The canoe builders are an hereditary caste, called "king's carpenters." These canoes, from their light draught of water, are well adapted to insular navigation, but they are not safe, for if a strong wind or heavy sea should suddenly arise, they become unmanageable, and are swamped. The natives never put to sea in them in bad weather, but they are often overtaken by it, and when out of swimming distance of the land, are drowned.
Seite 118 - The single canoes are composed of two pieces hollowed out of the trunk of a tree, and joined together in the centre with marvellous exactness and security, considering the roughness of the Fijians' tools, and that they have nothing stronger than sinnet to bind the wood with.