Aber no. You cannot. De soul iss alone, iss not comprehend."
"All right," says Kamelillo. "You look here. Go see thas girl whale
on a bamboo raft. No good sit on log all night, sing hoohoo song."
Kreps was taken with that notion. "So, my friend?" he says.
"You teach her like missionary teach Kanaka girl," says Kamelillo,
getting interested. "You teach her to she wear petticoat, no stan' on
her head. You teach her go Sunday school."
I says, "Look out, Kreps. That whale'll drown you. She's got no
culture."
But Kreps was calm. "I vill approach Liebchen more near," he says.
"It iss time to advance. I vill go mit Kamelillo, my friend."
Kamelillo spent the morning making a bamboo raft, and in the
afternoon they put out. Liebchen was over by the harbour entrance,
lying low in the water and maybe asleep. Kamelillo had a bamboo pole
in his hand to pole the raft with, but he had shod it with his
harpoon head. They drew alongside, and Kreps was facing front, with
his back to Kamelillo. He lifted his oar to slap the water, and
Kamelillo drew off, and cast the harpoon. Liebchen, she came out of
her maiden fancies. She acted plain whale. That's a way of acting
which calls for respect, but it's not romantic.
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