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Sailing Across
the Lagoon to his Station
The Man
Tematau Came to the Door
Met Me With
Outstretched Hand
Hand Shot out
and Grasped Me by the Throat
Krause Lay on
his Back in the Centre of The Room
Directed My
Steps Towards the Great Open-sided Moniep
Fishing As if
Nothing Unusual Had Occurred
I Spread the
Chart out on The Table
I Hurried Down
to the Beach
Two Good
Coatings of Red Lead
Accompanied by
Thirty Or Forty Canoes
Began Their
Flying-fish Catching
She Came
Boldly on
How We Escaped
Broaching to
I Could Not
But Admire and Envy
Carrying Nets
and Fish Baskets
I Waited Until
My Hand Was a Bit Steady
A Glorious
Silver Moon in the Sky
Saw a Barque
Lying on the Reef
He Had Sailed
At Last We
Reached the Ship
Lifting Us up
on the Summit of Its Awful Crest
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