34 MYSTIC ISLES 



"Prenez-garde vousT said Madame Aubert, the in- 

 valid, in my ear. 



Mixed now with the perfumes of the flowers was the 

 odor of cocoanuts, coming from the piles of copra on 

 the dock, a sweetish, oily smell, rich, powerful, and 

 never in foreign lands to be inhaled without its bringing 

 vividly before one scenes of the tropics. 



The gangway was let down. I was, after years of 

 anticipation, in Tahiti. 



