ABSTRACT
“The flesh of white man tastes like ripe bananas.”—This information was given me by the old Maori chief Hoatoaru, of Routoumah, whose judgment on the subject is beyond dispute.
“The flesh of white man tastes like ripe bananas.”—This information was given me by the old Maori chief Hoatoaru, of Routoumah, whose judgment on the subject is beyond dispute.