Hawaiian Life - Being Lazy Letters From Low Latitudes #246849

DO you remember one silver strand of spi der-web that chanced to catch our eye? It was stretched due east and west overhead in the cupola, and we called it the Tropic of Can cer; and weaving a Puck's girdle Of this filmy fabric, we fled in imagination over sea and shore in the very ecstasy of circumnavigation. How we laughed to scorn the ignorance of those who know us not, and reviled the ama teuf geographer who vainly confounds us with Tahiti, or sweeps us away toward New Guinea and the uttermost parts.