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feeling the airs of the tropics warm them to the very marrow of 
their bones, smiled, shouted, and wept, as the humour seized 
them. “No more grim, gaunt famine ; for does not the earth 
hang out her fruits before us, and there is none to snatch them 
from our grasp. No more nights of shivering misery ; for does 
not the warm air clothe us better than the, softest furs? No 
more desolating loneliness in the midst of thousands of our 
fellow-creatures ; for have we not the open sea, the earth, its 
fruits and flowers, God’s own sweet heaven above us, and God 
himself to care for us?” Sospake an,aged man, as he stepped 
forth from the rest, and leading them up a hill showed them 
where and how to build, and how the land was to be cultivated, 
and how disease was to be warded off. 
Then I woke. The sun was glinting over the hill behind 
me, and the dews were beginning to fall; and the Tanaman 
was winding along to the evening kava; so I rose and returned 
to the mission house. 
