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 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.

Excerpt from A South Sea Lover: A Romance The sun had sunk into the limitless expanse of the South Pacific, and almost before the last glories of his going had vanished, the ripe stars shone out across the silence of the trackless sea. On the soft sand of the shore, in the greater darkness of the palms that fringed it, with eyes that saw nothing but their inner vision, a girl was standing gazing to the south. The water of the calm lagoon flowed in little ripples round her naked feet, gleaming, glancing, flashing starlight where the broken water caught the kiss of heaven. On the reef outside, the never-sleeping surf beat with its unresting song; and the cloud of Spray that rose and fell, and rose to fall again, from the coral rocks of the barrier, shone palely like a mystic veil against the low golden warmth of the horizon. The soft breathing of the tropic night, which rustled the slender palm leaves overhead, was heavy with the odour of the pale, new-opened flowers that, shy of the daylight, unclosed their heavy petals to the night and wafted their love to the stars. The long, level shore was deserted but for her, and everything was very still. 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 A boy and a girl sat by the rocky margin of a deep mountain pool in Ponape in the North Pacific. The girl was weaving a basket from the leaves of a cocoanut. As she wove she sang the "Song of Luliban," and the boy listened intently. "'Tis a fine song that thou singest, Niya," said the boy, who came from Metalanien and was a stranger; "and who was Luliban, and Red-Hair the White Man?" "O Guk!" said Niya, wonderingly, "hast never heard in Metalanien of Luliban, she who dived with one husband and came up with another - in this very pool?" "What new lie is this thou tellest to the boy because he is a stranger?" said a White Man, who lay resting in the thick grass waiting for the basket to be finished, for the three were going further up the mountain stream to catch crayfish. "Lie?" said the child; "nay, 'tis no lie. Is not this the Pool of Luliban, and do not we sing the 'Song of Luliban, ' and was not Red-Hair the White Man - he that lived in Jakoits and built the big sailing boat for Nanakin, the father of Nanakin, my father, the chief of Jakoits?" 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 South Sea Yarns, Vol. 3 I saw that island first when it was neither night nor morning. The moon was to the west, setting, but still broad and bright. To the east, and right amid ships of the dawn, which was all pink, the daystar sparkled like a diamond. The land breeze blew in our faces, and smelt strong of wild lime and vanilla. Other things besides, but these were the most plain; and the chill Of it set me sneezing. I should say I had been for years on a low island near the line, living for the most part solitary among natives. Here was a fresh experience: even the tongue would be quite strange to me -)the look of these woods. And mountains, and the rare smell Of them, renewed my blood. 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.