The Polynesian., 1841-06-12

a spolt child who attempts to shcw his SON..
of injured dignity, by throwing his punv ss,.
upon the floor, and sprawIs legs and a,,|
into the air, while he distorts his BODY ino
thousand inexprcssihIc shapes, eytrcm,
consoIing to himself, but not particularly d
flying to any one else. Equally vain wo,i
il be to make such an urchin stand v;,h,.
his will, as it was for us to stand with IL,
best of wills. The frequent and rising sens.
tions in the epgastric region seem to hay.
: me sympathetic connection with IIouau,.
line of beauty: for nil my motions at c,,
were in a curyilincar direction, until ha,m,
enlightened the scaly dwclcrs of the dceD,,'
the utmost of my abilities, as to the ua,p.
of my diet for the previous week, | cuhi
myself up into the smallest compass possible
and under the protection of a mat, bid def.
ance to the scorchng sun, and the M,
squalls that occasionally discharged their M.
mid contents upon US. Reader, were Va,
ever in such a sItuation-did your nose ey,-
acquire an extra "turn up" as the rccAr-
cdors of poi in all its sweet savor struck u!
on your nosiriis! Have y"n never emp
the graceful n"nchalance with which sn!
ing Hawaiian slips the sticky food down
threat, smacking his lips in the extent Of ID
satisfaction and with benevolent smile ID
tcring to share his mess with your nrnl
self: Did not the poi smell pariicua
sour Just then. and did YOU not imagine h]
the calabash contained more than its us
quantu,n of dirt even to make it agreed
to an Hawaiian stomach; then has ndt
manner with which young porker, or sm
noscd little puppy intrudcd its >nont intot]
owners face, with glance so particnIal
expressive of 'give me some" struck yI
as singularly pastoral and alcctiona'c;7 l
When you have awaked from your sea.sr;
trance, with IL keen sense of vacnir d,
far from the region of the internal man, ,u,
carly yclcpt the stomach, and looked viii
greedy eyes into your basket, and found
nothing, have you not been satisfied nd
kanakas are fond Of something else besId|
"poi" Have not your ears dwc|t in IsteI
ing wonder upon the mystic sounds
boomegui" as they are shouted ever,n|
anon by the skipper, and echoed from se1
to stern. If you have never experienced
this, why you can any day, by paying h1
dollars, for the privilege of the soitest pa
you can select upon the deck of the s"]
packet Spy, Jibshect master.
But seriously, ! know of few situa'Io1
where man feels more dependent upon u
care of Him. who ,ulcth the storm, and al
bid the wralhtul waves" peace, be s'l
than IN one of the small and lily prmN1
craft that ply about these islands, with 'g0'
rant, careless crews, doing over their pP'
and as is frequently the case, with no I''
IN sight, and nothing hut the stars. or an ''
perfect compass to guide them Blow, o.
may, their puny vess' Is are ever to be 'N'
huitcting the waves; their crews, rcga0r
OF time spent, and the Captain careful ".
tor his expected gains, push boldly o"
sea, trusting, one would think, in I"h'
fatality, rather than in skill or weather w.
generally arrive in safety at their d''"
ports. Like the OsmanIis, the Captains
regular and consistent in their devo''"'
and whatever may be the condition o'