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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oans thought to wake us up andlet us know we were wrecked somebody stole all thesails and rigging and everything else, and then they 187 SAMOA UMA. left us to wade ashore. But I dont mind that somuch as I do them Savages, Capn Harry Smith wasso sure you could depend on them. Because youcant depend on them and Ive proved it; thats whyI want to protest them Savages; likewise and also,Capn Harry Smith which said so. Now there is all the narrative there ever was in con-nection with the wreck of the schooner Lupe, whichclimbed over a Samoan reef and stuck there until suc-cessive gales tore her timbers apart. For a ship-wreck it may, perhaps, lack the thrill of dashing wavesand drowning mariners and things going by the board,if that be the correct way of putting it. There are aplenty of other shipwrecks which have all that sortof thing, this is only a nice, cosy little shipwreck de-signed to illustrate the great truth that Savages cantbe depended on, even if Capn Harry Smith doessay so. i88
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XVI. SAMOAN FICKLE BRIDES. The peculiar conditions of the South Seas, wherea mere handful of white men form an islet in a seaof brown-skinned savagery, and the Caucasians areforced to depend upon the resident functionaries oftheir nations for every relation in life, operated inSamoa as they would be able to do nowhere else, tobring each of the several items in this record of matri-monial complication in turn before the Consul bywhom the tangle was first ensnarled, and later takenapart, at least as far as it was possible to separatethe several threads. Johnny Milco was as meek and mild a beachcomberas could be found in Apia from the pilot station onMatautu Point to the three-roomed palace of KingMalietoa on Mulinuu. He had his trade as a car-penter, and he worked at it when the rare chanceoffered. Like everybody else, he growled at the hardtimes on the beach and drew regretful comparisonswith what things used to be. Like everybody else,for all his growling he stopped in Apia and was to

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