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Wild Life in Southern Seas . 
Masaga. But I, oh, most of all, I want to see 
the big man-of-war.” 
The burly chief looked at his daughter, and 
then at myself and the doctor, and turning to 
the girl, patted her hand affectionately. “Thou 
shall come, little one,” he said at last, with a 
smile. 
We followed the same road that had brought 
us to Safata, and as we struck deeper into the 
leaf-covered arcades of the forest, we lost the 
low murmuring of the breakers as they dashed 
upon the outer barrier reef, and heard the 
sudden calls of the pigeons resounding and 
echoing all around us. The morning dew 
was still heavy upon the trees, and as the 
birds flew away from or alighted upon them, 
a shower of pearly drops fell to the ground ; 
then ever and anon we heard the shrill, cackling 
note of the wild cock, as with outspread wings 
and scurrying feet he fled before us to his 
hiding-place in some vine-clad covert. Two 
miles more, and we had crossed the narrow 
belt of littoral, and were ascending the mountain 
path, and now the vegetation grew denser at 
every step ; for the sides of the mountain were 
clothed with a verdant jungle through which 
