ABSTRACT
As Aritana and I walked forth one night along the highway to the East, to enjoy the moonlight, we found a narrow, dark path by the roadside and pursued it. After a short time we emerged suddenly in a vast, open space, with deep-shadowed thickets of bananas, a grove of coco-palms before us, and the mountain lilac-grey beyond. It was still and fresh and sweet-scented, with the intoxicating song of the cicadas a little subdued by the majesty of the surroundings. The roses of the Taruna looked white in the moonlight. A broader path led us into an avenue of eoeo-palms and we followed is back towards the town.
