An idyllic journey through the islands of the South Seas aboard the Kawa, as it made it's leisurely journey through Polynesia in the years following the First World War. A parody of the usual Polynesian idyll.
illiam Henry Thomas was the last in, having been in the bow setting off a pinwheel, when the blow hit us. We dragged him in. My last memory is of Triplett driving a nail back of the hatch-cover to keep it from sliding.
How long we were whirled in that devil's grip of the elements I cannot say. It may have been a day--it may have been a week. We were all below, battened down ... tight. At times we lost consciousness--at times we were sick--at times, both. I remember standing on Triplett's face and peering out through a salt-glazed port-hole at a world of waterspouts, as thick as forest trees, dancing, melting, crashing upon us. I sank back. This was the end ...
[Illustration: A Bewildered Botanist]
[Illustration Note: A BEWILDERED BOTANIST Here, against the background of a closely woven hedge of southern hornbeam (Carpinus Tropicalis), we see that eminent scientist, Reginald Whinney, in the act of discovering, for the first time in any country, a magnificent specimen of w
