ady, swinging in her gaily-woven hammock of
grass, extended between two orange-trees, and inhaling the fragrance of a
choice cigarro! But Fayaway, holding in her delicately-formed olive hand
the long yellow reed of her pipe, with its quaintly carved bowl, and every
few moments languishingly giving forth light wreaths of vapour from her
mouth and nostrils, looked still more engaging.

We boated about thus for several hours, when I looked up to the warm,
glowing, tropical sky, and then down into the transparent depths below;
and when my eye, wandering from the bewitching scenery around, fell upon
the grotesquely-tattooed form of Kory-Kory, and finally encountered the
pensive gaze of Fayaway, I thought I had been transported to some fairy
region, so unreal did everything appear.

This lovely piece of water was the coolest spot in all the valley, and I
now made it a place of continual resort during the hottest period of the
day. One side of it lay near the termination of a long gradually expanding
gorge, which mounted to the heights that environed the vale. The strong
trade-wind, met in its course by these elevations, circled and eddied
about their summits, and was sometimes driven down the steep ravine and
swept across the valley, ruffling in its passage the otherwise tranquil
surface of the lake.

One day, after we had been paddling about for some time, I disembarked
Kory-Kory, and paddled the canoe to the windward side of the lake. As I
turned the canoe, Fayaway, who was with me, seemed all at once to be
struck with some happy idea. With a wild exclamation of delight, she
disengaged from her person the ample robe of tappa which was knotted over
her shoulder (for the purpose of shielding her from the sun), and
spreading it out like a sail, stood erect with up-raised arms in the head
of the canoe. We American sailors pride ourselves upon our straight clean
spars, but a prettier little mast than Fayaway made was never shipped
aboard of any craft.

In a moment the tappa was distended by the breeze--the long brown tresses
of Fayaway streamed in the air--and the canoe glided rapidly through the
water, and shot towards the shore. Seated in the stern, I directed its
course with my paddle until it dashed up the soft sloping bank, and
Fayaway, with a light spring, alighted on the ground; whilst Kory-Kory,
who had watched our manoeuvres with admiration, now clapped his hands in
transport, and shouted like a madman. Many a time a