ABSTRACT
It had been decided that we would go together to pay a visit to Tiahoui in her distant home; and Rarahu had looked forward to this excursion with joy for a long time. One fine morning we set out 94together, along the Faaa road, carrying our light baggage—Tahitian baggage is light—over our shoulders. A clean shirt for me, two pareos and a pink muslin tapa for Rarahu. In this happy land a man travels as he might have done in the mythical golden age, if travelling was invented in such remote times. The wanderer needs neither weapons, provisions nor money; hospitality is offered wherever he goes, cordial and gratuitous; and throughout the island there are no dangerous creatures excepting a few European colonists, and they are few and rare, centering for the most part near Papeete.
