[Roughing It Part 8. by Mark Twain]@TWC D-Link bookRoughing It Part 8. CHAPTER LXXIII 3/11
And when these grew tiresome we dashed boldly into the midst of a school of huge, beastly porpoises engaged at their eternal game of arching over a wave and disappearing, and then doing it over again and keeping it up--always circling over, in that way, like so many well-submerged wheels.
But the porpoises wheeled themselves away, and then we were thrown upon our own resources.
It did not take many minutes to discover that the sun was blazing like a bonfire, and that the weather was of a melting temperature.
It had a drowsing effect, too.
In one place we came upon a large company of naked natives, of both sexes and all ages, amusing themselves with the national pastime of surf-bathing. Each heathen would paddle three or four hundred yards out to sea, (taking a short board with him), then face the shore and wait for a particularly prodigious billow to come along; at the right moment he would fling his board upon its foamy crest and himself upon the board, and here he would come whizzing by like a bombshell! It did not seem that a lightning express train could shoot along at a more hair-lifting speed.
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