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springing direct from the ground in a wide circle, something like a 

 very big and graceful fern. In this early stage nothing can be more 

 beautiful or more essentially tropical in appearance than a plantation 

 of young cocoa-nuts. Their long, feathery leaves spreading out in 

 great clumps from the buried stock, and waving with lithe motion 

 before the strong sea-breeze of the Indies, are the very embodiment 

 of those deceptive ideal tropics which, alas ! are to be found in actual 

 reality nowhere on earth save in the artificial palm-houses at Kew, and 

 the Casino Gardens at too entrancing Monte Carlo. 



For the first two or three years the young palms must be well 

 watered, and the soil around them opened ; after which the tall, grace- 

 ful stem begins to rise rapidly into the open air. In this condition it 

 may be literally said to make the tropics — those fallacious tropics, I 

 mean, of painters and poets, of " Enoch Arden " and of " Locksley Hall." 

 You may observe that, whenever an artist wants to make a tropical 

 picture, he puts a group of cocoa-nut palms in the foregi'ound, as much 

 as to say, " You see there's no deception ; these are the genuine, un- 

 adulterated tropics." But as to painting the troj^ics without the palms, 

 he might just as well think of painting the desert without the camels. 

 At eight or ten years old the tree flowers, bearing blossoms of the 

 ordinary palm-type, degraded likenesses of the lilies and yuccas, 

 greenish and inconspicuous, but visited by insects for the sake of their 

 pollen. The flower, however, is fertilized by the wind, which carries 

 the pollen-grains from one bunch of blossoms to another. Then the 

 nuts gradually swell out to an enormous size, and ripen very slowly, 

 even under the brilliant tropical sun. (I will admit that the tropics 

 are hot, though in other respects I hold them to be arrant impostors, 

 like that precocious American youth who announced on his tenth 

 birthday that in his opinion life wasn't all that it was cracked up to 

 be.) But the worst thing about the cocoa-nut palm, the missionaries 

 always say, is the fatal fact that, when once fairly started, it goes on 

 bearing fruit uninterruptedly for forty years. This is very immoral 

 and wrong of the ill-conditioned tree, because it encourages the idyllic 

 Polynesian to lie under the palms all day long, cooling his limbs in 

 the sea occasionally, sporting with Amaryllis in the shade, or with the 

 tangles of Nesera's hair, and waiting for the nuts to drop down in due 

 time, when he ought (according to European notions) to be killing 

 himself with, hard work under a blazing sky, raising cotton, sugar, 

 indigo, and coffee, for the immediate benefit of the white merchant, 

 and the ultimate advantage of the British public. It doesn't enforce 

 habits of steady industry and perseverance, the good missionaries say ; 

 it doesn't induce the native to feel that burning desire for Manchester 

 piece-goods and the other blessings of civilization which ought prop- 

 erly to accompany the propagation of the missionary in foreign parts. 

 You stick your nut in the sand ; you sit by a few years and watch it 

 growing ; you pick up the ripe fruits as they fall from the tree ; and 



