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    anointed head was resting against the bosom of a girl;
    another stirred the air, with a fan of Pintado plumes. The pupils of
    his eyes were as floating isles in the sea. In a soft low tone he
    murmured "Media!"

    The bearers paused; and Media advancing; the Island Kings bowed their
    foreheads together.

    Through tubes ignited at the end, Donjaloln's reclining attendants
    now blew an aromatic incense around him. These were composed of the
    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.

    It seems, that he had fancied Samoa the noon-day specter of his
    ancestor Marjora; the usurper having been deprived of an arm in the
    battle which gained him the girdle. Poor prince: this was one of
    those crazy conceits, so puzzling to his subjects.

    Media now hastened to assure Donjalolo, that Samoa, though no cherub
    to behold, was good flesh and blood, nevertheless. And soon the king
    unconcernedly gazed; his monomania having departed as a dream.

    But still suffering from the effects of an overnight feast, he
    presently murmured forth a desire to be left to his women; adding
    that his people would not fail to provide for the entertainment of
    his guests.

    The curtains of the sedan were now drawn; and soon it disappeared in
    the groves. Journeying on, ere long we arrived at the western side of
    the glen; where one of the many little arbors scattered among the
    trees, was assigned for our abode. Here, we reclined to an agreeable
    repast. After which, we strolled forth to view the valley at large;
    more especially the far-famed palaces of the prince.
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