At home in FijiGordon Cumming, C. F. (Constance Frederica)
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At home in Fiji
Gordon Cumming, C. F. (Constance Frederica)
Fiji; Folklore -- Fiji
prize more thankfully than the privilege of sitting at our own windows
up stairs with closed doors. I am bound to say, however, that I am far
better off than any one else in the house in this respect, having a very
cosy nest in the new wing. But being next the nursery, the system of
open roof makes the rooms virtually one; and though the two children,
Jack and Nevil, are the very clearest and best of little chicks, and
their Welsh nurse and Portuguese nursery-maid are likewise excellent, it
does sometimes suggest itself that silence would be preferable. So then
I creep up my glen and have an hour or two, with only the blue and gold
lizards as companions.
Happily in Fiji we have really no noxious creatures except mosquitoes
(and they do swarm). But the houses are full of cockroaches, which
eat everything—boots, shoes, clothes, &c.—and what they spare the
mildew destroys. My drawing-paper is already spoilt, and our dresses
and boots are green with mildew every morning. So are our collections
of spears, clubs, and bowls, which require daily rubbing with oil.
Another foe is a lovely white cockatoo, which has a special fancy for
eating the best table-cloths and the gentlemen’s dress-clothes! We have
a good many parrots about the place, more or less tame, which will
come and perch on the tea-cups, upsetting more than they drink; and
there are tame kingfishers, which eat the cockroaches (in which useful
art they are assisted by huge spiders, which we love and cherish). A
pair of laughing-jackasses walk about the apology for a garden, and
jeer at everything; and sometimes they and the pigeons come into the
drawing-room, and have to be driven out; and all farmyard creatures,
carefully reared by Abbey since our arrival, roam about on every
side,—cows, sheep, turkeys, geese, and fowls; and don’t they all cackle
and gobble! You see there is so very little available ground for anything
here on this rocky island, that everything is huddled up into no space at
all. A very pet dog, with her puppies of two generations, complete the
family.
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