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
After all, I did not sleep long, for I woke to see such lovely moonlight
that I crept out of my corner made of mats and my old green plaid, and
went out to sit alone by the brink of the great waters, and watched the
earliest lights before dawn. Now all are astir, and we are just starting.
* * * * *
CAPTAIN BARRACK’S HOUSE, SAVU SAVU, VANUA LEVU, _August 22, 1876_.
I have been here for some days greatly enjoying the blessings of the
land, and this most lovely scenery. We left Ni Soni Soni at dawn on the
17th, purposing to make the isle of Taviuni, but finding the wind fair
for Levuka, steered for that port. Another change of wind put a stop to
that, and we could make but little way. After a weary day of beating,
we succeeded in nearing the small uninhabited isle of Namena. Tempted
by the lovely foliage which overhung the white sands and drooped right
over the water, we landed in search of some shelter which might act as
sleeping-quarters. After a long hunt, during which I cut my boots to
pieces on the rocky coral shore, we found a slightly projecting rock—a
poor shelter, but better than the hard deck. So we brought our mats
and pillows ashore and made nests for ourselves by the light of the
blazing fires at which the students did their cooking. Of course they
were as much delighted as ourselves to escape the night on board, and
their presence lent human interest to the scene, as they gathered in
picturesque groups round the fires, or knelt together in evening prayer.
The night proved tolerably fine, only a few heavy showers, which shot off
the rock just past our toes, so we were quite dry. And you know in these
favoured isles we have no fear of snakes or other noxious creatures; so
we slept in peace, knowing that nothing more hurtful than a wandering
crab could possibly assail us, and that he would run off in great fear
the moment he discovered what strange beings had invaded his isle.
Once more we embarked at dawn, and the wind blew us straight to this
port, which I exceedingly longed to see, but our destination was Taviuni;
so, much to my disgust, we tacked with the intention of crossing thither.
For several hours we battled with the breeze—weary hours of tossing
and sickness. We lost our main-topmast; and at last, finding that the
wind had driven us back to this desired haven, it was resolved that the
Langhams and myself should come ashore, and the vessel go on to Taviuni
with such of the party as were thither bound, and return for us. So an
hour later I found myself under this hospitable roof; but the Langhams
make it a rule always to live in native towns, in order to be amongst the
people. How I do revel in a fresh clean room all to myself, and abundance
of new milk and scones!
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