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Ata
continued
to
do
the
housework
,
and
I
gave
him
his
meals
as
I
said
I
would
.
I
taught
Ata
to
make
one
or
two
dishes
I
knew
he
was
fond
of
.
He
did
not
paint
much
.
He
wandered
about
the
hills
and
bathed
in
the
stream
.
And
he
sat
about
the
front
looking
at
the
lagoon
,
and
at
sunset
he
would
go
down
and
look
at
Murea
.
He
used
to
go
fishing
on
the
reef
.
He
loved
to
moon
about
the
harbour
talking
to
the
natives
.
He
was
a
nice
,
quiet
fellow
.
And
every
evening
after
dinner
he
would
go
down
to
the
annexe
with
Ata
.
I
saw
he
was
longing
to
get
away
to
the
bush
,
and
at
the
end
of
the
month
I
asked
him
what
he
intended
to
do
.
He
said
if
Ata
was
willing
to
go
,
he
was
willing
to
go
with
her
.
So
I
gave
them
a
wedding
dinner
.
I
cooked
it
with
my
own
hands
.
I
gave
them
a
pea
soup
and
lobster
a
la
portugaise
,
and
a
curry
,
and
a
cocoa
-
nut
salad
—
you
’
ve
never
had
one
of
my
cocoa
-
nut
salads
,
have
you
?
I
must
make
you
one
before
you
go
—
and
then
I
made
them
an
ice
.
We
had
all
the
champagne
we
could
drink
and
liqueurs
to
follow
.
Oh
,
I
’
d
made
up
my
mind
to
do
things
well
.
And
afterwards
we
danced
in
the
drawing
-
room
.
I
was
not
so
fat
,
then
,
and
I
always
loved
dancing
.
"
The
drawing
-
room
at
the
Hotel
de
la
Fleur
was
a
small
room
,
with
a
cottage
piano
,
and
a
suite
of
mahogany
furniture
,
covered
in
stamped
velvet
,
neatly
arranged
around
the
walls
.
On
round
tables
were
photograph
albums
,
and
on
the
walls
enlarged
photographs
of
Tiare
and
her
first
husband
,
Captain
Johnson
Still
,
though
Tiare
was
old
and
fat
,
on
occasion
we
rolled
back
the
Brussels
carpet
,
brought
in
the
maids
and
one
or
two
friends
of
Tiare
’
s
,
and
danced
,
though
now
to
the
wheezy
music
of
a
gramaphone
.
On
the
verandah
the
air
was
scented
with
the
heavy
perfume
of
the
tiare
,
and
overhead
the
Southern
Cross
shone
in
a
cloudless
sky
.
Tiare
smiled
indulgently
as
she
remembered
the
gaiety
of
a
time
long
passed
.
"
We
kept
it
up
till
three
,
and
when
we
went
to
bed
I
don
’
t
think
anyone
was
very
sober
.
I
had
told
them
they
could
have
my
trap
to
take
them
as
far
as
the
road
went
,
because
after
that
they
had
a
long
walk
.
Ata
’
s
property
was
right
away
in
a
fold
of
the
mountain
.
They
started
at
dawn
,
and
the
boy
I
sent
with
them
didn
’
t
come
back
till
next
day
.
"
Yes
,
that
’
s
how
Strickland
was
married
.
"
I
suppose
the
next
three
years
were
the
happiest
of
Strickland
’
s
life
.
Ata
’
s
house
stood
about
eight
kilometres
from
the
road
that
runs
round
the
island
,
and
you
went
to
it
along
a
winding
pathway
shaded
by
the
luxuriant
trees
of
the
tropics
.
It
was
a
bungalow
of
unpainted
wood
,
consisting
of
two
small
rooms
,
and
outside
was
a
small
shed
that
served
as
a
kitchen
.
There
was
no
furniture
except
the
mats
they
used
as
beds
,
and
a
rocking
-
chair
,
which
stood
on
the
verandah
.
Bananas
with
their
great
ragged
leaves
,
like
the
tattered
habiliments
of
an
empress
in
adversity
,
grew
close
up
to
the
house
.
There
was
a
tree
just
behind
which
bore
alligator
pears
,
and
all
about
were
the
cocoa
-
nuts
which
gave
the
land
its
revenue
.
Ata
’
s
father
had
planted
crotons
round
his
property
,
and
they
grew
in
coloured
profusion
,
gay
and
brilliant
;
they
fenced
the
land
with
flame
.
A
mango
grew
in
front
of
the
house
,
and
at
the
edge
of
the
clearing
were
two
flamboyants
,
twin
trees
,
that
challenged
the
gold
of
the
cocoa
-
nuts
with
their
scarlet
flowers
.
Here
Strickland
lived
,
coming
seldom
to
Papeete
,
on
the
produce
of
the
land
.
There
was
a
little
stream
that
ran
not
far
away
,
in
which
he
bathed
,
and
down
this
on
occasion
would
come
a
shoal
of
fish
.
Then
the
natives
would
assemble
with
spears
,
and
with
much
shouting
would
transfix
the
great
startled
things
as
they
hurried
down
to
the
sea
.
Sometimes
Strickland
would
go
down
to
the
reef
,
and
come
back
with
a
basket
of
small
,
coloured
fish
that
Ata
would
fry
in
cocoa
-
nut
oil
,
or
with
a
lobster
;
and
sometimes
she
would
make
a
savoury
dish
of
the
great
land
-
crabs
that
scuttled
away
under
your
feet
Up
the
mountain
were
wild
-
orange
trees
,
and
now
and
then
Ata
would
go
with
two
or
three
women
from
the
village
and
return
laden
with
the
green
,
sweet
,
luscious
fruit
.
Then
the
cocoa
-
nuts
would
be
ripe
for
picking
,
and
her
cousins
(
like
all
the
natives
,
Ata
had
a
host
of
relatives
)
would
swarm
up
the
trees
and
throw
down
the
big
ripe
nuts
.
They
split
them
open
and
put
them
in
the
sun
to
dry
.
Then
they
cut
out
the
copra
and
put
it
into
sacks
,
and
the
women
would
carry
it
down
to
the
trader
at
the
village
by
the
lagoon
,
and
he
would
give
in
exchange
for
it
rice
and
soap
and
tinned
meat
and
a
little
money
.
Sometimes
there
would
be
a
feast
in
the
neighbourhood
,
and
a
pig
would
be
killed
.
Then
they
would
go
and
eat
themselves
sick
,
and
dance
,
and
sing
hymns
.
But
the
house
was
a
long
way
from
the
village
,
and
the
Tahitians
are
lazy
.
They
love
to
travel
and
they
love
to
gossip
,
but
they
do
not
care
to
walk
,
and
for
weeks
at
a
time
Strickland
and
Ata
lived
alone
.
He
painted
and
he
read
,
and
in
the
evening
,
when
it
was
dark
,
they
sat
together
on
the
verandah
,
smoking
and
looking
at
the
night
.
Then
Ata
had
a
baby
,
and
the
old
woman
who
came
up
to
help
her
through
her
trouble
stayed
on
.
Presently
the
granddaughter
of
the
old
woman
came
to
stay
with
her
,
and
then
a
youth
appeared
—
no
one
quite
knew
where
from
or
to
whom
he
belonged
—
but
he
settled
down
with
them
in
a
happy
-
go
-
lucky
way
,
and
they
all
lived
together
.
