Summary

Ralph Stock South of the Line — The Mascot (1922)

Never for a moment did the rhythmical plash of the paddle falter.
"Joni——"
The attendant had more than half expected it. The mascot was upon him, a large, soft, ineffectual man, whom he forced gently back on to his pile of mats in the bottom of the canoe like a refractory infant.
"Onioti tabu," he repeated soothingly, and resumed his paddling. All was well. One must expect these sudden outbursts of passion. The mascot would have forgotten all about it by the morrow.
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Ralph Stock South of the Line — The Mascot (1922)

He must get used to seeing alert white men in pith helmets, hurrying about their affairs, lines of neat white bungalows with mosquito doors, and mammoth sheds of throbbing machinery. He squatted native fashion in the sand, watching it all with an awful loneliness in his soul.
He marked the superintendent's bungalow on the hill, and when night fell made his way toward it.
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