Charles Warren Stoddard,
Summer Cruising in the South Seas
“ She enacted her part with graceful energy. To the regular and melancholy thrumming of the calabash, she sang her song of love. Yielding to her emotion, she did not hesitate to betray all, neither was he of the calabash slow to respond; and scorning the charms of goat-skin and gourd, he sprang toward her in the madness of his soul, when she, having reached the climax of desperation, was hurried from the scene of her conquest amid whirlwinds of applause."It's a dance, that's what it is!" muttered Felix, as the audience began slowly to disperse. ”
