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The long luxuriant and glossy tresses of the Typee damsels often attracted my admiration.

A fine head of hair is the pride and joy of every woman's heart.

Whether against the express will of Providence, it is twisted upon the crown of the head and there coiled away like a rope on a ship's deck; whether it be stuck behind the ears and hangs down like the swag of a small window-curtain; or whether it be permitted to flow over the shoulders in natural ringlets, it is always the pride of the owner, and the glory of the toilette.
The Typee girls devote much of their time to the dressing of their fair and redundant locks.