South Sea Foam / The romantic adventures of a modern Don Quixote in the southern seas

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When dusk came and I heard the tribal drums beating the stars in far away up in the forest villages, I thought, Here at least I shall find rest from the hot-footed turbulency of civilized humanity; here I can dwell ! beneath the Eden-like shades of feathery palms, and listen to the wind-blown melodies as they come in from the sea and run across the island trees. I revelled in such like thoughts. I felt that I had come across a pagan world where no more should I hear servile mumblings of a conventional people. I would peer into savage bright eyes and listen to the poetic lore of people who wors...