CHAPTER VIII.
It could probably be shown by facts and figures that there is no distinctly native American criminal class except Congress.—Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.
WHEN one glances at the map the members of the stupendous island wilderness of the Pacific seem to crowd upon each other; but no, there is no crowding, even in the center of a group; and between groups there are lonely wide deserts of sea. Not everything is known about the islands, their peoples and their languages. A startling reminder of this is furnished by the fact that in Fiji, twenty years ago, were living two strange and solitary beings who came from an unknown country and spoke an unknown language. "They were picked up by a passing vessel many hundreds of miles from any known land., floating in the same tiny canoe in which they had been blown out to sea. When found they were but skin and bone. No one could understand what they said, and they have never named their country; or, if they have, the name does not correspond with that of any island on any chart. They are now fat and sleek, and as happy as the day is long. In the ship's log there is an entry of the latitude and longitude in which they were found, and this is probably all the clue they will ever have to their lost homes."[1]
"What a strange and romantic episode it is ; and how one is tortured with curiosity to know whence those mysterious creatures came, those Men Without a Country, errant waifs
- ↑ Forbes's "Two Years in Fiji."
