From the doorway, for all I encompassed in my view, I might have been the sole human on this island. I could look to the reef and far across the lagoon to Hitiaa or down the beach, but from that spot no other house was in sight. If I went around the house, I was almost on the Broadway of Tautira, the home of Ori-a-Ori before me, and a coral church close to it, with other buildings and groves toward the mango copse of T’yonni. On the bushes huge nets were drying, and canoes were drawn up into the purau and pandanus clumps. As the day advanced, the artless incidents of the settlement aroused my interest. I saw about me scenes and affairs which had caused a famous poet after a week or two in this very lieu to write:
Here found I all I had forecast:
The long roll of the sapphire
sea
That keeps the land’s
virginity;
The stalwart giants of the
wood
Laden with toys and flowers
and food;
The precious forest pouring
out
To compass the whole town
about;
The town itself with streets
of lawn,
Loved of the moon, blessed
by the dawn,
Where the brown children all
the day
Keep up a ceaseless noise
of play,
Play in the sun, play in the
rain,
Nor ever quarrel or complain;
And late at night in the woods
of fruit,
Hark! do you hear the passing
flute?
The school-house was near to the master’s home where Choti lived, and often I heard the children learning by singsong, the way I myself had been taught the arithmetical tables. The teacher was Alfred, a Tahitian, who, being a scholar, must have a French name, and wear clothes and shoes when in his classes, but who very sensibly sat with Choti upon his veranda in only his pareu. Much of the time the pupils played in the grounds, hopscotch and wrestling on stilts being favorite games. Alfred regretted that the ancient Tahitian games which his grandfather played were out of style. Among these was a variation of golf, with curved sticks, and a ball made of strips