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As I walked briskly down the Farué Valley my thoughts turned to the cinema. Of course I would go. It was a part of Vaiiti life, and a big part, more important to me, and perhaps to my neighbors too, than the church festival. Here was one thing that compensated the Tahitians, in a small way, for the abolition of savage revelries. The missionaries had taken most of the joy from native life, and many of them looked askance at even the cinema; but it had held its own, and I believe that most of my neighbors would have renounced their religion sooner than their cinema.
-"William S. Hart--William Cowboy!" I thought, recalling the time, years before, when, with a stock saddle across my shoulder and my spurs jingling, I had walked the three miles from Santa Monica to Inceville, and had gone to work for William S. Hart. It was the proudest day of my life; I would not have traded positions with President Wilson or John D. Rockefeller or even Buffalo Bill! I had become a moving-picture actor; my cup was overflowing!