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He had big round eyes, so we called him Wee-wees, 'our little owl, and we were very happy. When Gamowini sang to her baby, the world seemed full of sun. One day when Wee-wees could walk she left him with me and she went to Stamford with some baskets to sell. A big ship was in the harbour. A man from the ship told her that his sailors would buy all her baskets. She had no fear.
At last they entered upon a wooded tract, and here they overtook a party of Nukuheva natives, well armed, and carrying bundles of long poles. Jimmy seemed to know them all very well, and stopped for awhile, and had a talk about the “Wee-Wees,” as the people of Nukuheva call the Monsieurs.
I would have killed the men on the dock, but they were many. They bound me and put me in jail for three months. 'When I came out Wee-wees was dead. They did not care. I have heard nothing since. Then I went to live under the rock, so I should not see our first home. I do not know; she may be alive. But I think it killed her to lose her baby." The Indian stopped; then rose quickly.
At last they entered upon a wooded tract, and here they overtook a party of Nukuheva natives, well armed, and carrying bundles of long poles. Jimmy seemed to know them all very well, and stopped for a while, and had a talk about the 'Wee-Wees', as the people of Nukuheva call the Monsieurs.
On the ship they seized her for a runaway slave, and hid her till they sailed away. "When she did not come back I took Wee-wees on my shoulder and went quickly to Stamford. I soon found out a little, but the people did not know the ship, or whence she came, or where she went, they said. They did not seem to care. My heart grew hotter and wilder. I wanted to fight.
Annette moved not, but softly breathed, as she slept a sweet, restful slumber, the first for many days. "Vouldn't she be better in de house?" whispered the anxious mother. "No, let Quonab do his own way," and Rolf wondered if any white man had sat by little Wee-wees to brush away the flies from his last bed. Annette's New Dress
"Good friends, I glad to see you; and I very well like to have some talk with you to-day. Good friends, very bad times in Tahiti; it make me weep. Wicked priests here, too; and wicked idols in woman's clothes, and brass chains. "Good friends, no you speak, or look at them but I know you won't they belong to a set of robbers the wicked Wee-wees. Soon these bad men be made to go very quick.
"I told you to ask that one," replied the Moor sharply. "Can you do gardenin', you feller?" asked Peter. "Oui, oui un peu," replied the youth, who happened to be French, but understood English. "None ob your wee-wees an' poo-poos to me. Can't you speak English?" "Oui, yes, I gardin ver' leetle." "Jus' so. Das de man for us, massa, if you won't hab de oder. I likes de look ob 'im.
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