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churches passed on their way to services, the band was 

 keyed up in G, and was parading the streets, so that 

 the faith of the Tahitians was severely tried. Even 

 the ministers tarried a minute, and had to hold tightly 

 their scriptures to control their legs, which itched to 

 dance. 



Aboard the Potii Moorea the bandsmen came sober, a 

 revelation in recuperation. Again we passed the idyllic 

 shores of Moorea, glimpsed the grove of Daphne and 

 McTavish's bungalow at Urufara, and saw the heights, 

 the desolated castle, the marvels of light and shade upon 

 the hills and valleys, left the silver circlet of the reef, 

 and made the open sea. 



The glory of the Diadem, a crown of mountain peaks, 

 stood out abt)ve the mists that cover the mountains of 

 Tahiti, and the green carpet of the hills fell from the 

 clouds to the water's-edge, as if held above by Antaeus 

 and pinned down by the cocoanut-trees. 



At landing I discovered that the bandsmen had stolen 

 away the sleeping Mamoe, and had carried her aboard 

 the Potii Moorea, and deposited her in the hold. She 

 emerged fresh from her nap, and apparently ready for 

 an upaupa that night. We marched to the Cercle Bou- 

 gainville to recall the incidents of the excursion over 

 a comforting Dr. Funk. 



