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a scene of utmost confusion was spread before us. The night 

 was so black that we could barely make out the outlines of the 

 towering crater-rim which forms the harbor. To further baffle us, 



A Group of Samoan Chieftains 



The houses and grounds are always immaculate — there is no furniture inside the 

 for one sits, sleeps, and eats on mats spread over the pebble-floor. 



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'fale. 



the water was covered with a steamy mist that made our search- 

 light more than useless in trying to pick up the mooring-buoys. 

 But worst of all, the whole harbor was covered with short strings 



