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My zealous\r\nbody-servant brought from the house a calabash of poee-poee, half a\r\ndozen young cocoanuts--stripped of their husks--three pipes, as many\r\nyams, and me on his back a part of the way. Something of a load; but\r\nKory-Kory was a very strong man for his size, and by no means brittle in\r\nthe spine. We had a very pleasant day; my trusty valet plied the paddle\r\nand swept us gently along the margin of the water, beneath the shades\r\nof the overhanging thickets. Fayaway and I reclined in the stern of\r\nthe canoe, on the very best terms possible with one another; the gentle\r\nnymph occasionally placing her pipe to her lip, and exhaling the mild\r\nfumes of the tobacco, to which her rosy breath added a fresh perfume.\r\nStrange as it may seem, there is nothing in which a young and beautiful\r\nfemale appears to more advantage than in the act of smoking. How\r\ncaptivating is a Peruvian lady, swinging in her gaily-woven hammock of\r\ngrass, extended between two orange-trees, and inhaling the fragrance of\r\na choice cigarro!\r\n\r\nBut Fayaway, holding in her delicately formed olive hand the long yellow\r\nreed of her pipe, with its quaintly carved bowl, and every few moments\r\nlanguishingly giving forth light wreaths of vapour from her mouth and\r\nnostrils, looked still more engaging.\r\n\r\nWe floated about thus for several hours, when I looked up to the warm,\r\nglowing, tropical sky, and then down into the transparent depths below;\r\nand when my eye, wandering from the bewitching scenery around, fell upon\r\nthe grotesquely-tattooed form of Kory-Kory, and finally, encountered the\r\npensive gaze of Fayaway, I thought I had been transported to some fairy\r\nregion, so unreal did everything appear.\r\n\r\nThis lovely piece of water was the coolest spot in all the valley, and I\r\nnow made it a place of continual resort during the hottest period of\r\nthe day. One side of it lay near the termination of a long gradually\r\nexpanding gorge, which mounted to the heights that environed the vale.\r\nThe strong trade wind, met in its course by these elevations, circled\r\nand eddied about their summits, and was sometimes driven down the\r\nsteep ravine and swept across the valley, ruffling in its passage the\r\notherwise tranquil surface of the lake.\r\n\r\nOne day, after we had been paddling about for some time, I disembarked\r\nKory-Kory, and paddled the canoe to the windward side of the lake. As\r\nI turned the canoe, Fayaway, who was with me, seemed all at once to be\r\nstruck with some happy idea. With a wild exclamation of delight, she\r\ndisengaged from her person the ample robe of tappa which was knotted\r\nover her shoulder (for the purpose of shielding her from the sun), and\r\nspreading it out like a sail, stood erect with upraised arms in the head\r\nof the canoe. We American sailors pride ourselves upon our straight,\r\nclean spars, but a prettier little mast than Fayaway made was never\r\nshipped aboard of any craft.\r\n\r\nIn a moment the tappa was distended by the breeze--the long brown\r\ntresses of Fayaway streamed in the air--and the canoe glided rapidly\r\nthrough the water, and shot towards the shore. Seated in the stern, I\r\ndirected its course with my paddle until it dashed up the soft sloping\r\nbank, and Fayaway, with a light spring alighted on the ground; whilst\r\nKory-Kory, who had watched our manoeuvres with admiration, now\r\nclapped his hands in transport, and shouted like a madman. 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