Fables
Platanus Publishing
There was a bay upon that island a very fair bay to look upon but by the native saying it was death to bathe there ldquo There is nothing in that rdquo said the missionary and he came to the bay and went swimming Presently an eddy took him and bore him towards the reef ldquo Oho rdquo thought the missionary ldquo it seems there is something in it after all rdquo And he swam the harder but the eddy carried him away ldquo I do not care about this eddy rdquo said the missionary and even as he said it he was aware of a house raised on piles above the sea it was built of yellow reeds one reed joined with another and the whole bound with black sinnet a ladder led to the door and all about the house hung calabashes He had never seen such a house nor yet such calabashes and the eddy set for the ladder ldquo This is singular rdquo said the missionary ldquo but there can be nothing in it rdquo And he laid hold of the ladder and went up It was a fine house but there was no man there and when the missionary looked back he saw no island only the heaving of the sea ldquo It is strange about the island rdquo said the missionary ldquo but whos afraid my stories are the true ones
