The God of Civilization: A RomancePittock, M. A., Mrs.
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The God of Civilization: A Romance
Pittock, M. A., Mrs.
Dime novels; Love stories; Oceania -- Description and travel -- Fiction
“Well, what if they are? What’s to prevent our getting the nuts; they
would be a fine change in our diet, and the milk, too, would be very
acceptable.”
“Yes, that’s true, sure enough, but we can’t get them. Those trees are
from fifty to seventy-five feet high, and it takes a fellow that’s used
to climbing them, to reach the nuts. I can tell you that.”
“Why,” said Allen, “can’t you climb one of those trees? You were nimble
enough when you had to go aloft to set a sail, and I think it must be
quite as hard to climb a mast as a tree.”
“No sir, that’s where you’re wrong. When a fellow’s going up the
rigging, don’t you see he has all the ropes to help him, but to climb a
cocoanut tree it’s a sight different. You’ve got nothing to lay hold of,
and have got to trust to your feet and hands having a good grip on the
bark.”
“I think you could do it if you tried,” said Allen.
“Well, I know as how I ain’t smart enough to do it, for I have tried it
afore now. You see I’ve been around a good bit in the South Seas, and
there ain’t no fellow but what’ll try his hand at climbing a cocoanut
tree if he thinks he can do it.”
By this time they were in the midst of the graceful, tall trees which
held their plume-like heads high against the sky, as if in proud
defiance of all such aspiring mortals as should wish to rob them of
their royal crown of fruit. But now that they had reached the cocoanut
grove, they found that there were a number of other trees of much lower
growth in the neighborhood. On going up to these trees they found them
to have very broad leaves that spread out from the top of the trunk,
each leaf being held in an almost horizontal position by a thick, pulpy
stem, from three to five feet in length. The lower round of leaves
having the largest stems, and each row being somewhat shorter than the
one beneath, forming a most agreeable shade, as its shape was that of an
immense umbrella. Clustered closely around the trunk, and directly under
the leaves, were about a dozen bright, orange-colored fruits, resembling
a quince somewhat in shape, only larger. Allen was the first to see
these, and called to Harry, “What are those trees ahead of us, do you
know?”
“Yes, they are papiea trees, and the fruit is mighty good to eat, too.”
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