? ? ? ? When I first visited this singular place with Kory-Kory, he told me- or, at least, I so understood him- that the chief was paddling his way to the realms of bliss and bread-fruit- the Polynesian heaven- where every moment the bread-fruit trees dropped their ripened spheres to the ground, and where there was no end to the cocoa-nuts and bananas; there they reposed through the live-long eternity upon mats much finer than those of Typee; and every day bathed their glowing limbs in rivers of cocoa-nut oil. In that happy land there were plenty of plumes and feathers, and boars'-tusks and sperm-whale teeth, far preferable to all the shining trinkets and gay tappa of the white men; and, best of all, women, far lovelier than the daughters of earth were there in abundance.
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