Excerpt from South-Sea Idyls Atlantic Monthly, and I think, now, that there are few such delicious bits of literature in the language. The rest rise up like old memories of delight graceful shapes, careless, beautiful, with a kind of undying youth in them, which I frankly told you, when we first met many years after they were writ ten, I was disappointed not to find in you. You did not retort, and of course I was not reasonable. But my words should have served to show you how fast a hold your Idyls had kept on my fancy. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

"South Sea Idyls" from Charles Warren Stoddard. American author and editor (1843-1909).

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Excerpt from The Island of Tranquil Delights: A South Sea Idyl and Others The few whites who monopolized the busi ness of the island seemed to recognize me at once as an intruder. My landlord requested all payments in advance; other letters Of in troduction were presented with diifldence and received with strictly polite disinterest. A week passed; a week in which I played my part cunningly. There was a deep design in this assumption Of genteel repose. I repulsed the native by request - God knows it was against my nature! I wasted my substance in a living which was very far from being riot ous; I cried out to my palm, my bean jungle, my banana and my bread-fruit tree to shelter me from the fate that was imminent and in evitable; I dozed in the heat of the day, and disgust was my bedfellow; I passed wakeful nights, and rose from the tedious couch, which could be mine but a few hours longer, and alone I paced the streets of that tropical town, deaf as an adder. Allow me to repeat it, I was deaf as an adder. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Excerpt from My South Sea Sweetheart Luke, at this, raised his head from the arrow he was shaping by the firelight. (we always used a driftwood fire by night, since the main hall of the cave was never warm.) I saw his blue eyes glitter under their heavily carved brow arches. Boy though he was, he had a masculine face, in nothing at all like the small, pointed countenance, with the dark eyes and delicate forehead, that met me every morning in my glass. Certainly Mark was fond of the boy's mother, said the old, old man in the corner of the cave. She spent his fortune and more. But we won't discuss her before the boy. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Ebbing of the Tide: South Sea Stories Harry but laughed and danced the more, and then red-hair gave him foul words. When the dance was ended, Harry went up to red-hair and said, 'get thee home also, thou cutter of sleeping men's throats. I am a better man than thee. There is nothing that thou hast done that I cannot do.' About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.