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I had no bother about clothes, as I was to be in the same 

 cHmate, and in less formal circles even than in Tahiti. 

 But I desired to carry with me a type-writer, and mine 

 was out of order. There was no tinker of skill in 

 Papeete, and I had about given up hope of repairs, 

 when Lovaina said: 



"May be that eye doctor do you. He married one 

 of those girl whose father before ran away with that 

 English ship and Tahiti girls to Pitcairn Island, and 

 get los' there till all chil'ren grow up big. He has little 

 house on rue de Petit Pologne." 



I found on that street in a cottage an American ven- 

 dor of spectacles, who by some chance of propinquity 

 had married a descendant of a mutineer of the Bounty. 

 I surrendered my machine to him while I talked with 

 his wife, whose ancestors, one English, the other Tahi- 

 tian, had sailed away from here generations ago, after 

 the crew had possessed themselves of the British war- 

 ship Bounty, and cast their officers adrift at sea. She 

 was a resident of Norfolk Island, and I wished I had 

 time to hear the full story of her hfe. But before we 

 had come to more than platitudes, the eye doctor had 

 repaired the type-writer, and called his wife to other 

 duties. 



We had a going-away dinner at the Tiare hotel, 

 Landers, Polonsky, McHenry, Hallman, Schlyter, the 

 tailor, and Lieutenant L'Hermier des Plantes, a 

 French army surgeon who was sailing on the Fetia 

 Taiao to the Marquesas to be acting governor there. 

 Lovaina would not join us, but after we had eaten an 

 excellent dinner, she came in while we drank her health. 

 Llewellyn had been asked, but did not appear, and 



