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
Then all is silent in a holy hush of expectancy. My whole being seems
changed by the strange power of this hour of calm repose. Night! how
divine is thy beauty beneath these southern skies. But we seldom have
positive night; every time we say what a beautiful night we speak of a
rift in the night through which comes to us more or less light. Many a
night is but a low, starry day, a softened background against which
shines the far-off suns of millions of other days. The world lies in a
deep silence, and on fairy-like wings of sombre hue comes sleep to drug
the world into happy repose.”
“Why, Mabel, I had no idea you were so poetical. Where did you get all
your romantic ideas? I feel what you say, but could not give utterance
to it as you do.”
“Well, my dear, there was a time when I would have shrunk from giving
voice to the deep, true feelings of my heart, because I felt they would
have been ridiculed. But here, among this people, I find that the best
and most beautiful of their thoughts are freely given expression to, and
the study of nature awakens the heart to beauty, truth and love.”
The two girls were still talking in this strain when a bevy of joyous,
singing maidens broke in upon them with the request that they should
join in a swimming contest. Gladly assenting to the proposal, the two
girls joined their darker friends and soon all might be seen disporting
themselves gaily in the water.
CHAPTER XIV.
The village of Nahua is again decked for the yearly festival of the
maidens, but as yet no sounds of gaiety are heard; but if we bend our
steps toward the shining beach we shall find it a scene for a painter.
Beautiful children lie on the sand, or in childish play half bury
themselves, heaping the bright sand high on their little bodies. Older
children search for shells or bits of delicate coral. Young men and
maidens may be seen in the water, some going far out to the reef on surf
boards. Among these latter are Ahleka and Mabel, Ahleka guiding with
skill the lightly floating board, while Mabel lies almost her full
length upon it. It is not by any means the first time since her
residence on the island of Kaahlanai that she has been surf riding, a
pastime of which she is very fond, enjoying the excitement of it as
keenly as any native girl.
“See!” she cried at length, to Ahleka, “every one has gone up to the
village but ourselves. Shall we not go back?”
“Yes we will go back,” came the reply, “but only to the beach, not to
the village.” He had noticed before she spoke, that the happy throng had
left the beach while they were enjoying their ride, but had said nothing
as he was glad to be alone with her. They were swiftly carried in shore
on the crest of a rolling breaker which soon landed them on the beach.
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