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THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE 



Photograph from Junius B. Wood 



ONE OF THE UBIQUITOUS CLUB-HOUSES OE THE CAROLINES, NEAR TOMIL! YAP 



This is where the traveler, if he be a man, meets the men of the islands to discuss 

 politics, crops, and the high cost of living, and to hear stories of the daring deeds of bold 

 chiefs, love intrigues, and the gossip of the Pacific. 



a room with a table and two chairs and a 

 waist-high wall on three sides. The men 

 and boys, who had been sleeping on the 

 floor, pulled their mats outside and con- 

 tinued to snore. 



KUBARY'S MAP 01* NANMATAL 



The map which Kubary had made 

 nearly half a century ago, with its water 

 colors showing land and water, and each 

 ruined building drawn to scale, was 

 spread on the rough table under the 

 smoking lantern. Each site had been 

 numbered, corresponding to a list of 

 names in native dialect down the side, 

 like a city visitor's guide, showing the 

 theaters, railroad stations, and leading 

 hotel. 



"Those are our names for the city," he 

 said. 



There were thirty-three which Kubary 

 had identified and nearly as many more 

 about each one of which this man told 

 some story. One was the king's castle; 



others were the prince's castle, temples, 

 forts, sepulchers, and holy places which 

 common people must not enter. 



Nanmatal means "in many openings.'' 

 and the other native names were trans- 

 lated on the map into such crude descrip- 

 tions as "great castle," "on the corner," 

 "in the largest breakers," "coconut cas- 

 tle," "shadow of a tree," "under the 

 chasm," "in the sepulcher," and so on for 

 half a hundred buildings. 



"My grandfather was an American, 

 but it is hard to translate the names," he 

 said. "My father was a native, but I 

 have an American name. I want to go 

 to America some time." 



He pointed out the burial temple, where 

 Governor Berg did his last excavating; 

 the broad inclosed stretch of water, now 

 filled with sand, which had been the inner 

 harbor, and the wide entrance used for 

 an anchorage when storms did not lash 

 the sea-wall. His spirit seemed to go back 

 to the past glories of that distant age. 



