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We embarked by ship on our journey in the halcyon days of the winter solstice.“It is the most auspicious time for new beginnings,” I told Ed.I had bought some beautiful earrings made of blue-green kingfisher feathers, and I told Ed about the charming superstition taught me by an Old China Hand sea captain: The halcyon days were the fourteen days at the time of the winter solstice when the sea was unnaturally calm, so that the halcyon, or kingfisher, could brood on its nest floating in the ocean.All nature, sun and sea, obeyed the halcyon bird in its breeding season.The world stood still on halcyon days.It was a time for the birth of Christ and for Joshua to pretend to command the sun and for King Canute to command the waves.It was time for the Word to go forth upon the living waters, a time to create new worlds.It was a time for sailors to forswear their profane oaths.It was a time for an odyey under the Southern Cro following in the wake of Magellan.It would always be the time for the big events in my life, though I never planned it that way.I did not like living death or darkne.I struggled towards the light at the winter solstice.On that halcyon journey, those two young people were unafraid.They were claiming kinship with all of nature in all hemispheres, with all people in all countries, with all minds in all kinds of books.For reading on the ship we took G.B.Shaw‟s The Intelligent Women’s Guide to Socialism and Capitalism, and H.G.Well‟s Outline of History as well as his 1932 book, The Work, Wealth, and Happine of Mankind.Americans had not as yet started to think, but we carried along George Dorsey‟s Why We Behave Like Human Beings, which I showed to the British pukka sahib Resident in Borneo with one word inserted: Why Don’t We…
We had both read Spengler‟s The Decline of the West--I had read it in the States.In a cursory way we had studied the Age of Empire--that of Japan in Taiwan, of the British in Borneo, Hong Kong, and the China treaty ports, of the Dutch in the Celebes, Java, and Bali, of the Portuguese in Macao.And now we were visiting all these places.It was a goodly time for Americans to travel--before we poisoned our welcome and our own psychology in Korea and Indochina.In the chart room of the Canada Maru, I Studied the navigation maps.There was the island of English Split(my mother would love that);here the island of Bum-Bum(beachcombers likely).We had paed through the Sulu Sea.The Japanese captain let
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me take the wheel of the Canada Maru in the Celebes Sea.He said he would let me take the wheel again just as we croed the equator.He liked us because we chose his ship out of all others--it was the one calling at the most unlikely places.He insisted on giving my husband and me his own cabin and private bath, and on turning over his deck to us.He borrowed our books of poetry in exchange.He treated us as if I were Amaterasu, the Sun Godde, with Apollo in tow.The only other paengers were two or three Japanese businemen.The warm blue-green South Seas were as clear and smooth as molten gla.Striped-sailed catamarans looked as still and unreal as painted ships.As we approached Borneo, I appeared on deck in English-tailored white jodhpurs, a white cork helmet, and my very American red-white-and-blue scarf half-mast in wilting heat.Red-painted roofs flashed against a white coral shoreline.Casuarina, mangrove, Nipa palm trees nodded a welcome.This was Borneo--not only Borneo but Tawau!Ten thousand miles from home!
My husband looked at me without approval.He would never forgive me for bringing abroad a big black wardrobe trunk with attire for every poible occasion--from deck shorts to long evening gowns and gold slippers.“You may think yourself a born explorer,” he observed with profeional scorn, “but you are no traveler.”
The English voice of an ironwood merchant put him in his place, informing me that I was practically the only white woman who had ever stopped at Tawau, except for Mrs.Martin Johnson.He hoped we were not planning to take any movies: “We had to organize a „wild‟ buffalo hunt for her in the rubber groves… All the buffalo were tame, naturally.”
“Did you hear” I swelled with pioneer pride.“Second only to Osa Johnson.” But I suggested that the place must be teeming with white men.“Not exactly.Only two of us--the British Resident and myself.We haven‟t spoken for years,” the merchant said.“It‟s very Somerset Maugham.He thinks I‟m letting down the white man‟s burden because I make canoe trip with the natives looking for rare hardwoods to sell at a profit.”
Borneo was a landmark in my life--a seamark, anyway.Borneo was all but the last outpost of the British Empire to be given up.（863 words）
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