IN THE SCENTED SOUTH

Temuka Leader, Issue 2754, 22 December 1894, Page 1

IN THE SCENTED SOUTH

A WAT down South in the Coral Seas, where I bread is grown to your hand on trees; where civilisation has never come to teach the natives the joys of rum ; where hardly i ever this Eden enter the land boom bank and the cent per center; joys sits aloft in the cloudless dome, storms Beldom disturb the ocean's foam. Health and/ beauty for aye endure by strength of the virtues of Warner's Cure. List to the yarn of the Scented Spath, where all is peace and there comes no drouth— Story of Alieand Chieftain Wulf, and his terrible leap o'er the Dead Man's Gulf. Alie and Wulf had pkghted a troth, and enduring vows were intoned by both; but Alie's papa, a Heap Big Chief, would make no way for their love's relief. He Buffered from chronic disease of the liver, which made him aught but a good lawgiver ; and he swore by the men he had slain in his youth, and he swore by the shark : and its sacred tooth, that never should Alie become a bride till his health recovered or elsie he died. One day Wulf strayed in a bitter mood to the lone seashore to mourn add brood o'er the fate that made love's silver river be turned in its course by a hob-nailed liver. And Wulf, by and bye, looking out on the bay, Baw on the reef, where the sea-birds play, that a white man's ship had found a home on the dead-white coral and dead-white foam, and the coming tide brought in bits of wreck from the cargo holds and the timbered deck. Part of it floats to the foot of Wulf, part of it ebbs to the Dead Man's Gulf, and for all that day and its parent week the natives ransacked every bight and creek; and they sampled the w):eckfrpm the kerosene to the tins of fish and the crude benzine, and the mixed up olives and castor-oil, and made a feast with no end of toil. And they Btarted with jam and woundup with ink, and Vinegar, made them V cooling drink. Of course the result was a harrowing thing—from the poorest slave to the bilious king the population was deathly ill, and it knew ho word of the Safe Cure Pill. But, in hunting oyer the wreck one day, they came to a place where soma boxes lay, and they drank of the fluid therein, which, sure, was nothing less than the great Safe Cure. And when it ran out, the king with the liver remarked that he'd be a cheerful giver of ahy boon to the man who'd bring a supply of the Safe Cure that cured a king. Young Wulf knew where on the Dead Man's Ledge a supply of Warners' lay on the edge of the dizzy depth where the waves had thrown it with none to know it—none to own it. And then, in the sight of the tribe, did Wulf essay the leap of the Dead Man's Gulf; and he made the leap, and he brought the curer-the cure that's safe to tjver endure—he brought the cure, we say, to the king, and demanded the boon and i\ wedding ring. You know the rest. The king got well, and Wulf secured the wrecked ship's bell; and though he made a terrible clangour, no complaint was filed, for the king's old langour had disappeared with a case of Warner'B, and that statement of fact can provoke no scorners. And Wulf married Alie, but her pa's duite shre that the best wife for him is Warner's Safe Cure.