My Native Servants. 
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“Do not heed him'' said my chef.\ com¬ 
posedly ; “ that my brother, and he very 
jealous of me. He thinks he can make bread.” 
I warned the intruding brother off the 
premises, and was just halfway across the grassy 
sward that separated the kitchen from the 
dwelling-house, when I heard loud feminine 
yells, and cries for me to come quickly. Rush¬ 
ing into the big sitting-room a pretty scene was 
revealed. Hakala, the head nurse, valiantly 
assisted by the pretty E’eu, was engaged in 
deadly combat with two other women who were 
apparently endeavouring to tear her hair out by 
the roots. My infant daughter was standing 
on the table, her shrieks of terror only seeming 
to nerve the combatants to greater efforts to 
destroy one another. Seizing a canoe paddle 
from a fat, burly native who stood at the door 
applauding the struggle, I belaboured the bare 
legs of the intruders with such effect that both 
women dropped upon the matted floor and 
contented themselves with hurling opprobrious 
epithets at Hakala, and promising to come 
again later on. In a few moments the house 
was filled with natives, and an animated dis¬ 
cussion took place as to who were the 
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