Gordon Young

Heathens (1918)

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Gordon Young,  Heathens (1918)

“ And there's the forest, older than the Bible, where every leaf's a tongue chanting the ancient songs—where the ghosts of old cannibal chiefs are darting through the shadows, beating drums and sounding conches that white men can't hear. And we white men—don't we get it so strong that we come tumbling out of the cities, forget the prayers learned in the cradle, and go knocking about the world?
"It takes mighty little to make a heathen—mighty little in this climate," Jake usually said when bringing one of his ethnological lectures to an end.
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Gordon Young,  Heathens (1918)

“ The party no sooner landed than the savages, brandishing spears and seven-foot bows, wanted to eat the foreigners, black and white; but the returning Quosoli explained to a little wizened old chief whose mummy-like chest was covered by the insignia of rank—a white disk, large as a dinner-plate, cut from a giant clam shell—and he took them as his guests. That is, he took all except Iako, whom, so Jake thought, they promptly carried off and cooked, for he was not seen again; and that night a big feast was held for the returned warriors. ”
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Gordon Young,  Heathens (1918)

“ THE young stranger—Rideout was his name, a nephew of "Buck" Rideout, the planter—sat on the outrigger of a beached canoe and stared at the dark-hued Tavau, who stood some distance away as she coyly poked the sand with her toes and glanced up from time to time with artful shyness.
"Women," said "Lean Jake," removing his pipe and scratching his chin with the mouthpiece, "women is all alike."
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