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
We saw a great number of large star-fish, of the deepest Albert blue, and
innumerable other beautiful things, which gained greatly in interest from
being shown to me by one so familiar with them all as is Mr Layard. How
you would delight in such an afternoon as this has been, and how the boys
would revel in it! It is not altogether pleasant, however, to try walking
on the reef, and you generally have to get natives to dive for anything
particularly good. They never seem afraid of the many sharp teeth and
stinging creatures which may dart out from the coral; and not being
troubled by over-much raiment, they dive in and out like fishes (though,
as a general rule, they do dislike wetting their hair). To them the reef
is a source of endless amusement and profit, and at low tide there are
generally some canoes lying in the shallow water; while the girls and
young men are hunting for the spoils of the sea, which they carry in
three-cornered baskets, slung from the waist. Of course they do not care
to spoil their simple raiment with salt water, so a considerable portion
of their dress on these occasions consists of deep fringes and garlands
of many-coloured leaves, which are a most becoming drapery, with their
rich brown skin and tawny head.
The existence of these barrier-reefs is an unspeakable benefit to the
isles, supplying them with natural breakwaters and harbours, surrounding
each with a lagoon of calm, shallow water, on which the smallest boats
can ply as safely as on an inland lake, and within shelter of which they
can, in most places, pass from one isle to another. There is invariably
a passage through the reef opposite the mouth of any river, as the
coral insect cannot live within the influence of fresh water. Thus an
entrance is secured to the haven of rest, and a very strait and narrow
way it often is, and one which calls for careful steering, when the angry
breakers are dashing in mad fury on the reef on either side—great rolling
waves curling upward in a succession of mighty walls of green water, and
falling in such a surging cataract of foam as would make short work of
the luckless canoe that should drift within their reach. Once inside the
reef all is secure, save when some unusual storm troubles even these calm
waters, as it might ruffle the surface of any lake.
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