My Native Servants. 
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among the various villages about my servants, 
and thought he might advise me, as I was a 
stranger to Niue people. I fell upon his neck 
and wept down his back, and told him that my 
servants had got possession of me ; I seemed to 
have engaged the whole village. 
That confounded young ruffian Moemoe was 
the worst. He was a tall, well-built youth of 
nineteen, with a pale olive complexion and big, 
dreamy eyes that looked soulfully out from the 
black glossy curls which fell about his forehead. 
He turned up on the first day dressed in a 
white duck suit and canvas shoes, and with 
scarlet hibiscus flowers stuck through his curls, 
one over each ear. He seemed a clean, intelli¬ 
gent lad, but a bit languid, and said he would 
be content with five dols. per month ; also that 
he could make bread. I at once took him over 
to the detached kitchen, unlocked the door, 
showed him that all the necessary utensils used 
by my predecessor were there and in good 
order, and told him to come to me for kitchen 
stores. He said, “ All right,” sat down on a 
stool and, asking me for my tobacco pouch, 
began to fill his pipe. Thinking that he 
