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- stimulating leaves of the “Aina,” mixed with the long yellow blades of
a sweet-scented upland grass; forming a hollow stem. In general, the
agreeable fumes of the “Aina” were created by one’s own inhalations;
but Donjalolo deeming the solace too dearly purchased by any exertion
of the royal lungs, regaled himself through those of his attendants,
whose lips were as moss-rose buds after a shower.
In silence the young prince now eyed us attentively; meanwhile gently
waving his hand, to obtain a better view through the wreaths of vapor.
He was about to address us, when chancing to catch a glimpse of Samoa,
he suddenly started; averted his glance; and wildly commanded the
warrior out of sight. Upon this, his attendants would have soothed him;
and Media desired the Upoluan to withdraw.
While we were yet lost in wonder at this scene, Donjalolo, with eyes
closed, fell back into the arms of his damsels. Recovering, he fetched
a deep sigh, and gazed vacantly around.
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