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Herman Melville was an American novelist, short story writer, and poet from the American Renaissance period. Most of his writings were published between 1846 and 1857.

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the complete works of
H e r m a n
M E L V I L L Em e l v i l l e

Typee: A Romance of the South Seas. (1846)
Omoo: Adventures in the South Seas. (1847)
Mardi: and A Voyage Thither. (1849)
Redburn: His First Voyage. (1849)
White-Jacket: or, The World in a Man-of-War. (1850)
Moby-Dick: or, The Whale. (1851)
Pierre: or, The Ambiguities. (1852)
Israel Potter: His Fifty Years of Exile. (1855)
The Piazza Tales. (1856)
The Confidence-Man: His Masquerade. (1857)
Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War. (1866)
Clarel: A Poem and Pilgrimage in the Holy Land. (1876)
John Marr and Other Sailors with Some Sea Pieces. (1888)
Timoleon and Other Ventures in Verse. (1891)
The Apple-Tree Table, and Other Sketches. (1922)
Billy Budd, and Other Prose Pieces. (1924)
Weeds and Wildings, With a Rose or Two. (1924)
Essays.
Uncollected Poems.
Index of the Poems.Herman Melville
Typee:
A Romance of the South Seas.
London: John Murray
New York: Wiley & Putnam
1846.typee
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Preface
1. e Sea—Longings for Shore—A Land-sick Ship—Destination of the Voyagers—e Marquesas
—Adventure of a Missionary’s Wife among the Savages—Characteristic Anecdote of the Queen of
Nukuheva.
2. Passage from the Cruising Ground to the Marquesas—Sleepy Times aboard Ship—South Sea
Scenery—Land ho—e French Squadron discovered at anchor in the Bay of Nukuheva—Strange
Pilot—Escort of Canoes—A Flotilla of Cocoanuts—Swimming Visitors—e Dolly boarded by
them—State of Affairs that ensue.
3. Some Account of the Late Operations of the French at the Marquesas—Prudent Conduct of the
Admiral—Sensation produced by the Arrival of the Strangers—e First Horse seen by the
Islanders—Reflections—Miserable Subterfuge of the French—Digression concerning Tahiti—
Seizure of the Island by the Admiral—Spirited Conduct of an English Lady.
4. State of Affairs aboard the Ship—Contents of her Larder—Length of South Seamen’s Voyages—
Account of a Flying Whale-man—Determination to leave the Vessel—e Bay of Nukuheva—
e Typees—Invasion of their Valley by Porter—Reflections—Glen of Tior—Interview between
the Old King and the French Admiral.
5. oughts previous to attempting an Escape—Toby, a Fellow Sailor, agrees to share the Adventure
—Last Night aboard the Ship.
6. A Specimen of Nautical Oratory—Criticisms of the Sailors—e Starboard Watch are given a
Holiday—The Escape to the Mountains.
7. e other side of the Mountain—Disappointment—Inventory of Articles brought from the Ship
—Division of the Stock of Bread—appearance of the Interior of the Island—A Discovery—A
Ravine and Waterfalls—A sleepless Night—Further Discoveries—My Illness—A Marquesan
Landscape.
8. e Important Question, Typee or Happar?—A Wild Goose Chase—My Sufferings—
Disheartening Situation—A Night in a Ravine—Morning Meal—Happy Idea of Toby—Journey
towards the Valley.
9. Perilous Passage of the Ravine—Descent into the Valley.
10. e Head of the Valley—Cautious Advance—A Path—Fruit—Discovery of Two of the Natives—
eir Singular Conduct—Approach towards the Inhabited Parts of the Vale—Sensation produced
by our Appearance—Reception at the House of One of the Natives.
11. Midnight Reflections—Morning Visitors—A Warrior in Costume—A Savage Æsculapius—
Practice of the Healing Art—Body Servant—A Dwelling-house of the Valley described—Portraits
of its Inmates.
12. Officiousness of Kory-Kory—His Devotion—A Bath in the Stream—Want of Refinement of the
Typee Damsels—Stroll with Mehevi—A Typee Highway—e Taboo Groves—e Hoolah
Hoolah Ground—e Ti—Timeworn Savages—Hospitality of Mehevi—Midnight Musings—
Adventures in the Dark—Distinguished Honours paid to the Visitors—Strange Procession and
Return to the House of Marheyo.
13. Attempt to procure Relief from Nukuheva—Perilous Adventure of Toby in the Happar Mountains
—Eloquence of Kory-Kory.
14. A great Event happens in the Valley—e Island Telegraph—Something befalls Toby—Fayaway
displays a Tender Heart—Melancholy Reflections—Mysterious Conduct of the Islanders—
Devotion of Kory-Kory—A rural Couch—A Luxury—Kory-Kory strikes a Light à la Typee.
15. Kindness of Marheyo and the Rest of the Islanders—A full Description of the Bread-fruit Tree—
Different Modes of preparing the Fruit.
16. Melancholy Condition—Occurrence at the Ti—Anecdote of Marheyo—Shaving the Head of a
Warrior.
17. Improvement in Health and Spirits—Felicity of the Typees—eir Enjoyments compared withthose of more enlightened Communities—Comparative Wickedness of civilized and
unenlightened People—A Skirmish in the Mountain with the Warriors of Happar.
18. Swimming in Company with the Girls of the Valley—A Canoe—Effects of the Taboo—A pleasure
Excursion on the Pond—Beautiful Freak of Fayaway—Mantua-making—A Stranger arrives in the
Valley—His mysterious Conduct—Native Oratory—e Interview—Its Results—Departure of
the Stranger.
19. Reflections aer Marnoo’s Departure-Battle of the Pop-guns—Strange Conceit of Marheyo—
Process of making Tappa.
20. History of a Day as usually spent in Typee Valley—Dances of the Marquesan Girls.
21. e Spring of Arva Wai—Remarkable Monumental Remains—Some Ideas with Regard to the
History of the Pi-Pis found in the Valley.
22. Preparations for a Grand Festival in the Valley—Strange Doings in the Taboo Groves—
Monument of Calabashes—Gala Costume of the Typee Damsels—Departure for the Festival.
23. The Feast of Calabashes.
24. Ideas suggested by the Feast of Calabashes—Inaccuracy of certain published Accounts of the Islands
—A Reason—Neglected State of Heathenism in the Valley—Effigy of a dead Warrior—A singular
Superstition—e Priest Kolory and the God Moa Artua—Amazing Religious Observance—A
dilapidated Shrine—Kory-Kory and the Idol—An Inference.
25. General Information gathered at the Festival—Personal Beauty of the Typees—eir Superiority
over the Inhabitants of the other Islands—Diversity of Complexion—A vegetable Cosmetic and
Ointment—Testimony of Voyagers to the uncommon Beauty of the Marquesans—Few Evidences
of Intercourse with civilized Beings—Dilapidated Musket—Primitive Simplicity of Government—
Regal Dignity of Mehevi.
26. King Mehevi—Allusion to his Hawaiian Majesty—Conduct of Marheyo and Mehevi in certain
Delicate Matters—Peculiar System of Marriage—Number of Population—Uniformity—
Embalming—Places of Sepulture—Funeral Obsequies at Nukuheva-Number of Inhabitants in
Typee—Location of the Dwellings—Happiness enjoyed in the Valley—A Warning—Some Ideas
with Regard to the Present State of the Hawaiians—Story of a Missionary’s Wife—Fashionable
Equipages at Oahu—Reflections.
27. The Social Condition and general Character of the Typees.
28. Fishing Parties—Mode of distributing the Fish—Midnight Banquet—Time-keeping Tapers—
Unceremonious Style of eating the Fish.
29. Natural History of the Valley—Golden Lizards—Tameness of the Birds—Mosquitoes—Flies—
Dogs—A solitary Cat—e Climate—e Cocoanut Tree—Singular Modes of climbing it—An
agile young Chief—Fearlessness of the Children—Too-Too and the Cocoanut Tree—e Birds of
the Valley.
30. A Professor of the Fine Arts—His Persecutions—Something about Tattooing and Tabooing—
Two Anecdotes in Illustration of the Latter—A few Thoughts on the Typee Dialect.
31. Strange Custom of the Islanders—eir Chanting, and the Peculiarity of their Voice—Rapture of
the King at first hearing a Song—A new Dignity conferred on the Author—Musical Instruments
in the Valley—Admiration of the Savages at beholding a Pugilistic Performance—Swimming
Infant—Beautiful Tresses of the Girls—Ointment for the Hair.
32. Apprehensions of Evil—Frightful Discovery—Some Remarks on Cannibalism—Second Battle
with the Happars—Savage Spectacle—Mysterious Feast—Subsequent Disclosures.
33. e Stranger again arrives in the Valley—Singular Interview with him—Attempt to Escape—
Failure—Melancholy Situation—Sympathy of Marheyo.
34. The Escape.
The Story of Toby.
Note.To
Lemuel Shaw,
chief justice of the commonwealth of massachusetts,
this little work is gratefully inscribed
by the authorPPrreeffaaccee..
MORE than three years have elapsed since the occurrence of the events recorded in this volume.
e interval, with the exception of the last few months, has been chiefly spent by the author
tossing about on the wide ocean. Sailors are the only class of men who now-a-days see anything
like stirring adventure; and many things which to fire-side people appear strange and romantic, to
them seem as common-place as a jacket out at elbows. Yet, notwithstanding the familiarity of
sailors with all sorts of curious adventure, the incidents recorded in the following pages have oen
served, when ‘spun as a yarn,’ not only to relieve the weariness of many a night-watch at sea, but to
excite the warmest sympathies of the author’s shipmates. He has been, therefore, led to think that
his story could scarcely fail to interest those who are less familiar than the sailor with a life of
adventure.
In his account of the singular and interesting people among whom he was thrown, it will be
observed that he chiefly treats of their more obvious peculiarities; and, in describing their customs,
refrains in most cases from entering into explanations concerning their origin and purposes. As
writers of travels among barbarous communities are generally very diffuse on these subjects, he
deems it right to advert to what may be considered a culpable omission. No one can be more
sensible than the author of his deficiencies in this and many other respects; but when the very
peculiar circumstances in which he was placed are understood, he feels assured that all these
omissions will be excused.
In very many published narratives no little degree of attention is bestowed upon dates; but as the
author lost all knowledge of the days of the week, during the occurrence of the scenes herein
related, he hopes that the reader will charitably pass over his shortcomings in this particular.
In the Polynesian words used in this volume,—except in those cases where the spelling has been
previously determined by others,—that form of orthography has been employed, which might be
supposed most easily to convey their sound to a stranger. In several works descriptive of the islands
in the Pacific, many of the most beautiful combinations of vocal sounds have been altogether lost
to the ear of the reader by an over-attention to the ordinary rules of spelling.
ere are a few passages in the ensuing chapters which may be thought to bear rather hard upon
a reverend order of men, the account of whose proceedings in different quarters of the globe—
transmitted to us through their own hands—very generally, and oen very deservedly, receives
high commendation. Such passages will be found, however, to be based upon facts admitting of no
contradiction, and which have come immediately under the writer’s cognizance. e conclusions
deduced from these facts are unavoidable, and in stating them the author has been influenced by
no feeling of animosity, either to the individuals themselves, or to that glorious cause which has
not always been served by the proceedings of some of its advocates.
e great interest with which the important events lately occurring at the Sandwich,
Marquesas, and Society Islands, have been regarded in America and England, and indeed
throughout the world, will, he trusts, justify a few otherwise unwarrantable digressions.
ere are some things related in the narrative which will be sure to appear strange, or perhaps
entirely incomprehensible, to the reader; but they cannot appear more so to him than they did to
the author at the time. He has stated such matters just as they occurred, and leaves every one to
form his own opinion concerning them; trusting that his anxious desire to speak the unvarnished
truth will gain for him the confidence of his readers.
1846.
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the sea—longings for shore—a land-sick ship—destination of the voyagers—the
marquesas—adventure of a missionary’s wife among the savages—characteristic anecdote
of the queen of nukuheva.
SIX months at sea! Yes, reader, as I live, six months out of sight of land; cruising aer the
spermwhale beneath the scorching sun of the Line, and tossed on the billows of the wide-rolling Pacific
—the sky above, the sea around, and nothing else! Weeks and weeks ago our fresh provisions were
all exhausted. There is not a sweet potato left; not a single yam. Those glorious bunches of bananas,
which once decorated our stern and quarter-deck, have, alas, disappeared! and the delicious oranges
which hung suspended from our tops and stays—they, too, are gone! Yes, they are all departed, and
there is nothing le us but salt-horse and sea-biscuit. Oh! ye state-room sailors, who make so much
ado about a fourteen-days’ passage across the Atlantic; who so pathetically relate the privations and
hardships of the sea, where, aer a day of breakfasting, lunching, dining off five courses, chatting,
playing whist, and drinking champagne-punch, it was your hard lot to be shut up in little cabinets
of mahogany and maple, and sleep for ten hours, with nothing to disturb you but ‘those
good-fornothing tars, shouting and tramping overhead’,—what would ye say to our six months out of sight
of land?
Oh! for a refreshing glimpse of one blade of grass—for a snuff at the fragrance of a handful of
the loamy earth! Is there nothing fresh around us? Is there no green thing to be seen? Yes, the
inside of our bulwarks is painted green; but what a vile and sickly hue it is, as if nothing bearing
even the semblance of verdure could flourish this weary way from land. Even the bark that once
clung to the wood we use for fuel has been gnawed off and devoured by the captain’s pig ; and so
long ago, too, that the pig himself has in turn been devoured.
ere is but one solitary tenant in the chicken-coop, once a gay and dapper young cock, bearing
him so bravely among the coy hens.
But look at him now; there he stands, moping all the day long on that everlasting one leg of his.
He turns with disgust from the mouldy corn before him, and the brackish water in his little
trough. He mourns no doubt his lost companions, literally snatched from him one by one, and
never seen again. But his days of mourning will be few for Mungo, our black cook, told me
yesterday that the word had at last gone forth, and poor Pedro’s fate was sealed. His attenuated
body will be laid out upon the captain’s table next Sunday, and long before night will be buried
with all the usual ceremonies beneath that worthy individual’s vest. Who would believe that there
could be any one so cruel as to long for the decapitation of the luckless Pedro; yet the sailors pray
every minute, selfish fellows, that the miserable fowl may be brought to his end. ey say the
captain will never point the ship for the land so long as he has in anticipation a mess of fresh meat.
is unhappy bird can alone furnish it; and when he is once devoured, the captain will come to his
senses. I wish thee no harm, Pedro; but as thou art doomed, sooner or later, to meet the fate of all
thy race; and if putting a period to thy existence is to be the signal for our deliverance, why—truth
to speak—I wish thy throat cut this very moment; for, oh! how I wish to see the living earth again!
e old ship herself longs to look out upon the land from her hawse-holes once more, and Jack
Lewis said right the other day when the captain found fault with his steering.
‘Why d’ye see, Captain Vangs,’ says bold Jack, ‘I’m as good a helmsman as ever put hand to
spoke; but none of us can steer the old lady now. We can’t keep her full and bye, sir; watch her
ever so close, she will fall off and then, sir, when I put the helm down so gently, and try like to
coax her to the work, she won’t take it kindly, but will fall round off again; and it’s all because she
knows the land is under the lee, sir, and she won’t go any more to windward.’ Aye, and why should
she, Jack? didn’t every one of her stout timbers grow on shore, and hasn’t she sensibilities; as well
as we?Poor old ship! Her very looks denote her desires! how deplorably she appears! e paint on her
sides, burnt up by the scorching sun, is puffed out and cracked. See the weeds she trails along with
her, and what an unsightly bunch of those horrid barnacles has formed about her stern-piece; and
every time she rises on a sea, she shows her copper torn away, or hanging in jagged strips.
Poor old ship! I say again: for six months she has been rolling and pitching about, never for one
moment at rest. But courage, old lass, I hope to see thee soon within a biscuit’s toss of the merry
land, riding snugly at anchor in some green cove, and sheltered from the boisterous winds.
* * * * *
‘Hurra, my lads! It’s a settled thing ; next week we shape our course to the Marquesas!’ e
Marquesas! What strange visions of outlandish things does the very name spirit up! Naked houris
—cannibal banquets—groves of cocoanut—coral reefs—tattooed chiefs—and bamboo temples;
sunny valleys planted with bread-fruit-trees—carved canoes dancing on the flashing blue waters—
savage woodlands guarded by horrible idols—heathenish rites and human sacrifices.
Such were the strangely jumbled anticipations that haunted me during our passage from the
cruising ground. I felt an irresistible curiosity to see those islands which the olden voyagers had so
glowingly described.
e group for which we were now steering (although among the earliest of European
discoveries in the South Seas, having been first visited in the year 1595) still continues to be
tenanted by beings as strange and barbarous as ever. e missionaries sent on a heavenly errand,
had sailed by their lovely shores, and had abandoned them to their idols of wood and stone. How
interesting the circumstances under which they were discovered! In the watery path of Mendaña,
cruising in quest of some region of gold, these isles had sprung up like a scene of enchantment, and
for a moment the Spaniard believed his bright dream was realized.
In honour of the Marquess de Mendoza, then viceroy of Peru—under whose auspices the
navigator sailed—he bestowed upon them the name which denoted the rank of his patron, and
gave to the world on his return a vague and magnificent account of their beauty. But these islands,
undisturbed for years, relapsed into their previous obscurity; and it is only recently that anything
has been known concerning them. Once in the course of a half century, to be sure, some
adventurous rover would break in upon their peaceful repose, and astonished at the unusual scene,
would be almost tempted to claim the merit of a new discovery.
Of this interesting group, but little account has ever been given, if we except the slight mention
made of them in the sketches of South-Sea voyages. Cook, in his repeated circumnavigations of the
globe, barely touched at their shores; and all that we know about them is from a few general
narratives.
Among these, there are two that claim particular notice. Porter’s ‘Journal of the Cruise of the
U.S. frigate Essex, in the Pacific, during the late War’, is said to contain some interesting
particulars concerning the islanders. is is a work, however, which I have never happened to
meet with; and Stewart, the chaplain of the American sloop of war Vincennes, has likewise
devoted a portion of his book, entitled ‘A Visit to the South Seas’, to the same subject.
Within the last few, years American and English vessels engaged in the extensive whale fisheries
of the Pacific have occasionally, when short of provisions, put into the commodious harbour
which there is in one of the islands; but a fear of the natives, founded on the recollection of the
dreadful fate which many white men have received at their hands, has deterred their crews from
intermixing with the population sufficiently to gain any insight into their peculiar customs and
manners.
e Protestant Missions appear to have despaired of reclaiming these islands from heathenism.
e usage they have in every case received from the natives has been such as to intimidate the
boldest of their number. Ellis, in his ‘Polynesian Researches’, gives some interesting accounts of the
abortive attempts made by the “Tahiti Mission” to establish a branch Mission upon certain islands
of the group. A short time before my visit to the Marquesas, a somewhat amusing incident took
place in connection with these efforts, which I cannot avoid relating.
An intrepid missionary, undaunted by the ill-success that had attended all previous endeavoursto conciliate the savages, and believing much in the efficacy of female influence, introduced among
them his young and beautiful wife, the first white woman who had ever visited their shores. e
islanders at first gazed in mute admiration at so unusual a prodigy, and seemed inclined to regard it
as some new divinity. But aer a short time, becoming familiar with its charming aspect, and
jealous of the folds which encircled its form, they sought to pierce the sacred veil of calico in which
it was enshrined, and in the gratification of their curiosity so far overstepped the limits of good
breeding, as deeply to offend the lady’s sense of decorum. Her sex once ascertained, their idolatry
was changed into contempt and there was no end to the contumely showered upon her by the
savages, who were exasperated at the deception which they conceived had been practised upon
them. To the horror of her affectionate spouse, she was stripped of her garments, and given to
understand that she could no longer carry on her deceits with impunity. e gentle dame was not
sufficiently evangelical to endure this, and, fearful of further improprieties, she forced her husband
to relinquish his undertaking, and together they returned to Tahiti.
Not thus shy of exhibiting her charms was the Island Queen herself, the beauteous wife of
Movianna, the king of Nukuheva. Between two and three years aer the adventures recorded in
this volume, I chanced, while aboard of a man-of-war to touch at these islands. e French had
then held possession of the Marquesas some time, and already prided themselves upon the
beneficial effects of their jurisdiction, as discernible in the deportment of the natives. To be sure, in
one of their efforts at reform they had slaughtered about a hundred and fiy of them at Whitihoo
—but let that pass. At the time I mention, the French squadron was rendezvousing in the bay of
Nukuheva, and during an interview between one of their captains and our worthy Commodore, it
was suggested by the former, that we, as the flag-ship of the American squadron, should receive, in
state, a visit from the royal pair. e French officer likewise represented, with evident satisfaction,
that under their tuition the king and queen had imbibed proper notions of their elevated station,
and on all ceremonious occasions conducted themselves with suitable dignity. Accordingly,
preparations were made to give their majesties a reception on board in a style corresponding with
their rank.
One bright aernoon, a gig, gaily bedizened with streamers, was observed to shove off from the
side of one of the French frigates, and pull directly for our gangway. In the stern sheets reclined
Mowanna and his consort. As they approached, we paid them all the honours clue to royalty;—
manning our yards, firing a salute, and making a prodigious hubbub.
ey ascended the accommodation ladder, were greeted by the Commodore, hat in hand, and
passing along the quarter-deck, the marine guard presented arms, while the band struck up ‘e
King of the Cannibal Islands’. So far all went well. e French officers grimaced and smiled in
exceedingly high spirits, wonderfully pleased with the discreet manner in which these
distinguished personages behaved themselves.
eir appearance was certainly calculated to produce an effect. His majesty was arrayed in a
magnificent military uniform, stiff with gold lace and embroidery, while his shaven crown was
concealed by a huge chapeau bras, waving with ostrich plumes. ere was one slight blemish,
however, in his appearance. A broad patch of tattooing stretched completely across his face, in a
line with his eyes, making him look as if he wore a huge pair of goggles; and royalty in goggles
suggested some ludicrous ideas. But it was in the adornment of the fair person of his
darkcomplexioned spouse that the tailors of the fleet had evinced the gaiety of their national taste. She
was habited in a gaudy tissue of scarlet cloth, trimmed with yellow silk, which, descending a little
below the knees, exposed to view her bare legs, embellished with spiral tattooing, and somewhat
resembling two miniature Trajan’s columns. Upon her head was a fanciful turban of purple velvet,
figured with silver sprigs, and surmounted by a tuft of variegated feathers.
e ship’s company, crowding into the gangway to view the sight, soon arrested her majesty’s
attention. She singled out from their number an old salt, whose bare arms and feet, and exposed
breast, were covered with as many inscriptions in India ink as the lid of an Egyptian sarcophagus.
Notwithstanding all the sly hints and remonstrances of the French officers, she immediately
approached the man, and pulling further open the bosom of his duck frock, and rolling up the leg
of his wide trousers, she gazed with admiration at the bright blue and vermilion pricking thusdisclosed to view. She hung over the fellow, caressing him, and expressing her delight in a variety
of wild exclamations and gestures. e embarrassment of the polite Gauls at such an unlooked-for
occurrence may be easily imagined, but picture their consternation, when all at once the royal lady,
eager to display the hieroglyphics on her own sweet form, bent forward for a moment, and turning
sharply round, threw up the skirt of her mantle and revealed a sight from which the aghast
Frenchmen retreated precipitately, and tumbling into their boats, fled the scene of so shocking a
catastrophe.
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passage from the cruising ground to the marquesas—sleepy times aboard ship—south sea
scenery—land ho—the french squadron discovered at anchor in the bay of nukuheva—
strange pilot—escort of canoes—a flotilla of cocoanuts—swimming visitors—the dolly
boarded by them—state of affairs that ensue.
I CAN never forget the eighteen or twenty days during which the light trade-winds were silently
sweeping us towards the islands. In pursuit of the sperm whale, we had been cruising on the line
some twenty degrees to the westward of the Gallipagos; and all that we had to do, when our course
was determined on, was to square in the yards and keep the vessel before the breeze, and then the
good ship and the steady gale did the rest between them. e man at the wheel never vexed the old
lady with any superfluous steering, but comfortably adjusting his limbs at the tiller, would doze
away by the hour. True to her work, the Dolly headed to her course, and like one of those
characters who always do best when let alone, she jogged on her way like a veteran old sea-pacer as
she was.
What a delightful, lazy, languid time we had whilst we were thus gliding along! ere was
nothing to be done; a circumstance that happily suited our disinclination to do anything. We
abandoned the fore-peak altogether, and spreading an awning over the forecastle, slept, ate, and
lounged under it the live-long day. Every one seemed to be under the influence of some narcotic.
Even the officers a, whose duty required them never to be seated while keeping a deck watch,
vainly endeavoured to keep on their pins; and were obliged invariably to compromise the matter
by leaning up against the bulwarks, and gazing abstractedly over the side. Reading was out of the
question; take a book in your hand, and you were asleep in an instant.
Although I could not avoid yielding in a great measure to the general languor, still at times I
contrived to shake off the spell, and to appreciate the beauty of the scene around me. e sky
presented a clear expanse of the most delicate blue, except along the skirts of the horizon, where
you might see a thin drapery of pale clouds which never varied their form or colour. e long,
measured, dirge-like well of the Pacific came rolling along, with its surface broken by little tiny
waves, sparkling in the sunshine. Every now and then a shoal of flying fish, scared from the water
under the bows, would leap into the air, and fall the next moment like a shower of silver into the
sea. en you would see the superb albicore, with his glittering sides, sailing alo, and oen
describing an arc in his descent, disappear on the surface of the water. Far off, the loy jet of the
whale might be seen, and nearer at hand the prowling shark, that villainous footpad of the seas,
would come skulking along, and, at a wary distance, regard us with his evil eye. At times, some
shapeless monster of the deep, floating on the surface, would, as we approached, sink slowly into
the blue waters, and fade away from the sight. But the most impressive feature of the scene was the
almost unbroken silence that reigned over sky and water. Scarcely a sound could be heard but the
occasional breathing of the grampus, and the rippling at the cut-water.
As we drew nearer the land, I hailed with delight the appearance of innumerable sea-fowl.
Screaming and whirling in spiral tracks, they would accompany the vessel, and at times alight on
our yards and stays. at piratical-looking fellow, appropriately named the man-of-war’s-hawk,
with his blood-red bill and raven plumage, would come sweeping round us in gradually
diminishing circles, till you could distinctly mark the strange flashings of his eye; and then, as if
satisfied with his observation, would sail up into the air and disappear from the view. Soon, other
evidences of our vicinity to the land were apparent, and it was not long before the glad
announcement of its being in sight was heard from alo,—given with that peculiar prolongation
of sound that a sailor loves—‘Land ho!’
e captain, darting on deck from the cabin, bawled lustily for his spy-glass; the mate in still
louder accents hailed the masthead with a tremendous ‘where-away?’ e black cook thrust hiswoolly head from the galley, and Boatswain, the dog, leaped up between the knight-heads, and
barked most furiously. Land ho! Aye, there it was. A hardly perceptible blue irregular outline,
indicating the bold contour of the lofty heights of Nukuheva.
is island, although generally called one of the Marquesas, is by some navigators considered as
forming one of a distinct cluster, comprising the islands of Ruhooka, Ropo, and Nukuheva; upon
which three the appellation of the Washington Group has been bestowed. ey form a triangle,
and lie within the parallels of 8° 38 ′ ′ and 9° 32 ′ ′ South latitude and 139° 20 ′ and 140° 10 ′ West
longitude from Greenwich. With how little propriety they are to be regarded as forming a separate
group will be at once apparent, when it is considered that they lie in the immediate vicinity of the
other islands, that is to say, less than a degree to the northwest of them; that their inhabitants speak
the Marquesan dialect, and that their laws, religion, and general customs are identical. e only
reason why they were ever thus arbitrarily distinguished may be attributed to the singular fact, that
their existence was altogether unknown to the world until the year 1791, when they were
discovered by Captain Ingraham, of Boston, Massachusetts, nearly two centuries aer the
discovery of the adjacent islands by the agent of the Spanish Viceroy. Notwithstanding this, I shall
follow the example of most voyagers, and treat of them as forming part and parcel of Marquesas.
Nukuheva is the most important of these islands, being the only one at which ships are much in
the habit of touching, and is celebrated as being the place where the adventurous Captain Porter
refitted his ships during the late war between England and the United States, and whence he sallied
out upon the large whaling fleet then sailing under the enemy’s flag in the surrounding seas. is
island is about twenty miles in length and nearly as many in breadth. It has three good harbours on
its coast; the largest and best of which is called by the people living in its vicinity ‘Taiohæ’, and by
Captain Porter was denominated Massachusetts Bay. Among the adverse tribes dwelling about the
shores of the other bays, and by all voyagers, it is generally known by the name bestowed upon the
island itself—Nukuheva. Its inhabitants have become somewhat corrupted, owing to their recent
commerce with Europeans, but so far as regards their peculiar customs and general mode of life,
they retain their original primitive character, remaining very nearly in the same state of nature in
which they were first beheld by white men. e hostile clans, residing in the more remote sections
of the island, and very seldom holding any communication with foreigners, are in every respect
unchanged from their earliest known condition.
In the bay of Nukuheva was the anchorage we desired to reach. We had perceived the loom of
the mountains about sunset; so that aer running all night with a very light breeze, we found
ourselves close in with the island the next morning, but as the bay we sought lay on its farther side,
we were obliged to sail some distance along the shore, catching, as we proceeded, short glimpses of
blooming valleys, deep glens, waterfalls, and waving groves hidden here and there by projecting
and rocky headlands, every moment opening to the view some new and startling scene of beauty.
ose who for the first time visit the South Sea, generally are surprised at the appearance of the
islands when beheld from the sea. From the vague accounts we sometimes have of their beauty,
many people are apt to picture to themselves enamelled and soly swelling plains, shaded over
with delicious groves, and watered by purling brooks, and the entire country but little elevated
above the surrounding ocean. e reality is very different; bold rock-bound coasts, with the surf
beating high against the loy cliffs, and broken here and there into deep inlets, which open to the
view thickly-wooded valleys, separated by the spurs of mountains clothed with tued grass, and
sweeping down towards the sea from an elevated and furrowed interior, form the principal features
of these islands.
Towards noon we drew abreast the entrance go the harbour, and at last we slowly swept by the
intervening promontory, and entered the bay of Nukuheva. No description can do justice to its
beauty; but that beauty was lost to me then, and I saw nothing but the tri-coloured flag of France
trailing over the stern of six vessels, whose black hulls and bristling broadsides proclaimed their
warlike character. ere they were, floating in that lovely bay, the green eminences of the shore
looking down so tranquilly upon them, as if rebuking the sternness of their aspect. To my eye
nothing could be more out of keeping than the presence of these vessels; but we soon learnt what
brought them there. The whole group of islands had just been taken possession of by Rear-AdmiralDu Petit Thouars, in the name of the invincible French nation.
is item of information was imparted to us by a most extraordinary individual, a genuine
South-Sea vagabond, who came alongside of us in a whale-boat as soon as we entered the bay, and,
by the aid of some benevolent persons at the gangway, was assisted on board, for our visitor was in
that interesting stage of intoxication when a man is amiable and helpless. Although he was utterly
unable to stand erect or to navigate his body across the deck, he still magnanimously proffered his
services to pilot the ship to a good and secure anchorage. Our captain, however, rather distrusted
his ability in this respect, and refused to recognize his claim to the character he assumed; but our
gentleman was determined to play his part, for, by dint of much scrambling, he succeeded in
getting into the weather-quarter boat, where he steadied himself by holding on to a shroud, and
then commenced issuing his commands with amazing volubility and very peculiar gestures. Of
course no one obeyed his orders; but as it was impossible to quiet him, we swept by the ships of the
squadron with this strange fellow performing his antics in full view of all the French officers.
We aerwards learned that our eccentric friend had been a lieutenant in the English navy; but
having disgraced his flag by some criminal conduct in one of the principal ports on the main, he
had deserted his ship, and spent many years wandering among the islands of the Pacific, until
accidentally being at Nukuheva when the French took possession of the place, he had been
appointed pilot of the harbour by the newly constituted authorities.
As we slowly advanced up the bay, numerous canoes pushed off from the surrounding shores,
and we were soon in the midst of quite a flotilla of them, their savage occupants struggling to get
aboard of us, and jostling one another in their ineffectual attempts. Occasionally the projecting
out-riggers of their slight shallops running foul of one another, would become entangled beneath
the water, threatening to capsize the canoes, when a scene of confusion would ensue that baffles
description. Such strange outcries and passionate gesticulations I never certainly heard or saw
before. You would have thought the islanders were on the point of flying at each other’s throats,
whereas they were only amicably engaged in disentangling their boats.
Scattered here and there among the canoes might be seen numbers of cocoanuts floating closely
together in circular groups, and bobbing up and down with every wave. By some inexplicable
means these cocoanuts were all steadily approaching towards the ship. As I leaned curiously over
the side, endeavouring to solve their mysterious movements, one mass far in advance of the rest
attracted my attention. In its centre was something I could take for nothing else than a cocoanut,
but which I certainly considered one of the most extraordinary specimens of the fruit I had ever
seen. It kept twirling and dancing about among the rest in the most singular manner, and as it
drew nearer I thought it bore a remarkable resemblance to the brown shaven skull of one of the
savages. Presently it betrayed a pair of eyes, and soon I became aware that what I had supposed to
have been one of the fruit was nothing else than the head of an islander, who had adopted this
singular method of bringing his produce to market. e cocoanuts were all attached to one
another by strips of the husk, partly torn from the shell and rudely fastened together. eir
proprietor inserting his head into the midst of them, impelled his necklace of cocoanuts through
the water by striking out beneath the surface with his feet.
I was somewhat astonished to perceive that among the number of natives that surrounded us,
not a single female was to be seen. At that time I was ignorant of the fact that by the operation of
the ‘taboo’ the use of canoes in all parts of the island is rigorously prohibited to the entire sex, for
whom it is death even to be seen entering one when hauled on shore; consequently, whenever a
Marquesan lady voyages by water, she puts in requisition the paddles of her own fair body.
We had approached within a mile and a half perhaps of this foot of the bay, when some of the
islanders, who by this time had managed to scramble aboard of us at the risk of swamping their
canoes, directed our attention to a singular commotion in the water ahead of the vessel. At first I
imagined it to be produced by a shoal of fish sporting on the surface, but our savage friends assured
us that it was caused by a shoal of ‘whinhenies’ (young girls), who in this manner were coming off
from the shore to welcome is. As they drew nearer, and I watched the rising and sinking of their
forms, and beheld the uplifted right arm bearing above the water the girdle of tappa, and their long
dark hair trailing beside them as they swam, I almost fancied they could be nothing else than somany mermaids—and very like mermaids they behaved too.
We were still some distance from the beach, and under slow headway, when we sailed right into
the midst of these swimming nymphs, and they boarded us at every quarter; many seizing hold of
the chain-plates and springing into the chains; others, at the peril of being run over by the vessel in
her course, catching at the bob-stays, and wreathing their slender forms about the ropes, hung
suspended in the air. All of them at length succeeded in getting up the ship’s side, where they clung
dripping with the brine and glowing from the bath, their jet-black tresses streaming over their
shoulders, and half enveloping their otherwise naked forms. ere they hung, sparkling with
savage vivacity, laughing gaily at one another, and chattering away with infinite glee. Nor were
they idle the while, for each one performed the simple offices of the toilette for the other. eir
luxuriant locks, wound up and twisted into the smallest possible compass, were freed from the
briny element; the whole person carefully dried, and from a little round shell that passed from
hand to hand, anointed with a fragrant oil: their adornments were completed by passing a few
loose folds of white tappa, in a modest cincture, around the waist. us arrayed they no longer
hesitated, but flung themselves lightly over the bulwarks, and were quickly frolicking about the
decks. Many of them went forward, perching upon the headrails or running out upon the
bowsprit, while others seated themselves upon the taffrail, or reclined at full length upon the boats.
What a sight for us bachelor sailors! How avoid so dire a temptation? For who could think of
tumbling these artless creatures overboard, when they had swum miles to welcome us?
eir appearance perfectly amazed me; their extreme youth, the light clear brown of their
complexions, their delicate features, and inexpressibly graceful figures, their soly moulded limbs,
and free unstudied action, seemed as strange as beautiful.
e Dolly was fairly captured; and never I will say was vessel carried before by such a dashing
and irresistible party of boarders! e ship taken, we could not do otherwise than yield ourselves
prisoners, and for the whole period that she remained in the bay, the Dolly, as well as her crew,
were completely in the hands of the mermaids.
In the evening aer we had come to an anchor the deck was illuminated with lanterns, and this
picturesque band of sylphs, tricked out with flowers, and dressed in robes of variegated tappa, got
up a ball in great style. ese females are passionately fond of dancing, and in the wild grace and
spirit of the style excel everything I have ever seen. e varied dances of the Marquesan girls are
beautiful in the extreme, but there is an abandoned voluptuousness in their character which I dare
not attempt to describe.
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some account of the late operations of the french at the marquesas—prudent conduct of
the admiral—sensation produced by the arrival of the strangers—the first horse seen by
the islanders—reflections—miserable subterfuge of the french—digression concerning
tahiti—seizure of the island by the admiral—spirited conduct of an english lady.
IT was in the summer of 1842 that we arrived at the islands; the French had then held possession
of them for several weeks. During this time they had visited some of the principal places in the
group, and had disembarked at various points about five hundred troops. ese were employed in
constructing works of defence, and otherwise providing against the attacks of the natives, who at
any moment might be expected to break out in open hostility. e islanders looked upon the
people who made this cavalier appropriation of their shores with mingled feelings of fear and
detestation. ey cordially hated them; but the impulses of their resentment were neutralized by
their dread of the floating batteries, which lay with their fatal tubes ostentatiously pointed, not at
fortifications and redoubts, but at a handful of bamboo sheds, sheltered in a grove of cocoanuts! A
valiant warrior doubtless, but a prudent one too, was this same Rear-Admiral Du Petit ouars.
Four heavy, doublebanked frigates and three corvettes to frighten a parcel of naked heathen into
subjection! Sixty-eight pounders to demolish huts of cocoanut boughs, and Congreve rockets to set
on fire a few canoe sheds!
At Nukuheva, there were about one hundred soldiers ashore. ey were encamped in tents,
constructed of the old sails and spare spars of the squadron, within the limits of a redoubt mounted
with a few nine-pounders, and surrounded with a fosse. Every other day, these troops were
marched out in martial array, to a level piece of ground in the vicinity, and there for hours went
through all sorts of military evolutions, surrounded by flocks of the natives, who looked on with
savage admiration at the show, and as savage a hatred of the actors. A regiment of the Old Guard,
reviewed on a summer’s day in the Champs Elysees, could not have made a more critically correct
appearance. e officers’ regimentals, resplendent with gold lace and embroidery as if purposely
calculated to dazzle the islanders, looked as if just unpacked from their Parisian cases.
e sensation produced by the presence of the strangers had not in the least subsided at the
period of our arrival at the islands. e natives still flocked in numbers about the encampment,
and watched with the liveliest curiosity everything that was going forward. A blacksmith’s forge,
which had been set up in the shelter of a grove near the beach, attracted so great a crowd, that it
required the utmost efforts of the sentries posted around to keep the inquisitive multitude at a
sufficient distance to allow the workmen to ply their vocation. But nothing gained so large a share
of admiration as a horse, which had been brought from Valparaiso by the Achille, one of the
vessels of the squadron. e animal, a remarkably fine one, had been taken ashore, and stabled in a
hut of cocoanut boughs within the fortified enclosure. Occasionally it was brought out, and, being
gaily caparisoned, was ridden by one of the officers at full speed over the hard sand beach. is
performance was sure to be hailed with loud plaudits, and the ‘puarkee nuee’ (big hog ) was
unanimously pronounced by the islanders to be the most extraordinary specimen of zoology that
had ever come under their observation.
e expedition for the occupation of the Marquesas had sailed from Brest in the spring of 1842,
and the secret of its destination was solely in the possession of its commander. No wonder that
those who contemplated such a signal infraction of the rights of humanity should have sought to
veil the enormity from the eyes of the world. And yet, notwithstanding their iniquitous conduct in
this and in other matters, the French have ever plumed themselves upon being the most humane
and polished of nations. A high degree of refinement, however, does not seem to subdue our
wicked propensities so much aer all; and were civilization itself to be estimated by some of its
results, it would seem perhaps better for what we call the barbarous part of the world to remainunchanged.
One example of the shameless subterfuges under which the French stand prepared to defend
whatever cruelties they may hereaer think fit to commit in bringing the Marquesan natives into
subjection is well worthy of being recorded. On some flimsy pretext or other Mowanna, the king
of Nukuheva, whom the invaders by extravagant presents had cajoled over to their interests, and
moved about like a mere puppet, has been set up as the rightful sovereign of the entire island—the
alleged ruler by prescription of various clans, who for ages perhaps have treated with each other as
separate nations. To reinstate this much-injured prince in the assumed dignities of his ancestors,
the disinterested strangers have come all the way from France: they are determined that his title
shall be acknowledged. If any tribe shall refuse to recognize the authority of the French, by bowing
down to the laced chapeau of Mowanna, let them abide the consequences of their obstinacy. Under
cover of a similar pretence, have the outrages and massacres at Tahiti the beautiful, the queen of
the South Seas, been perpetrated.
On this buccaneering expedition, Rear Admiral Du Petit ouars, leaving the rest of his
squadron at the Marquesas,—which had then been occupied by his forces about five months—set
sail for the doomed island in the Reine Blanche frigate. On his arrival, as an indemnity for alleged
insults offered to the flag of his country, he demanded some twenty or thirty thousand dollars to
be placed in his hands forthwith, and in default of payment, threatened to land and take possession
of the place.
e frigate, immediately upon coming to an anchor, got springs on her cables, and with her
guns cast loose and her men at their quarters, lay in the circular basin of Papeete, with her
broadside bearing upon the devoted town; while her numerous cutters, hauled in order alongside,
were ready to effect a landing, under cover of her batteries. She maintained this belligerent attitude
for several days, during which time a series of informal negotiations were pending, and wide alarm
spread over the island. Many of the Tahitians were at first disposed to resort to arms, and drive the
invaders from their shores; but more pacific and feebler counsels ultimately prevailed. e
unfortunate queen Pomare, incapable of averting the impending calamity, terrified at the
arrogance of the insolent Frenchman, and driven at last to despair, fled by night in a canoe to
Emio.
During the continuance of the panic there occurred an instance of feminine heroism that I
cannot omit to record.
In the grounds of the famous missionary consul, Pritchard, then absent in London, the consular
flag of Britain waved as usual during the day, from a loy staff planted within a few yards of the
beach, and in full view of the frigate. One morning an officer, at the head of a party of men,
presented himself at the verandah of Mr Pritchard’s house, and inquired in broken English for the
lady his wife. e matron soon made her appearance; and the polite Frenchman, making one of
his best bows, and playing gracefully with the aiguillettes that danced upon his breast, proceeded in
courteous accents to deliver his mission. ‘e admiral desired the flag to be hauled down—hoped
it would be perfectly agreeable—and his men stood ready to perform the duty.’ ‘Tell the Pirate
your master,’ replied the spirited Englishwoman, pointing to the staff, ‘that if he wishes to strike
these colours, he must come and perform the act himself; I will suffer no one else to do it.’ e
lady then bowed haughtily and withdrew into the house. As the discomfited officer slowly walked
away, he looked up to the flag, and perceived that the cord by which it was elevated to its place, led
from the top of the staff, across the lawn, to an open upper window of the mansion, where sat the
lady from whom he had just parted, tranquilly engaged in knitting. Was that flag hauled down?
Mrs Pritchard thinks not; and Rear-Admiral Du Petit ouars is believed to be of the same
opinion.
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state of affairs aboard the ship—contents of her larder—length of south seamen’s
voyages—account of a flying whale-man—determination to leave the vessel—the bay of
nukuheva—the typees—invasion of their valley by porter—reflections—glen of tior—
interview between the old king and the french admiral.
OUR ship had not been many days in the harbour of Nukuheva before I came to the
determination of leaving her. at my reasons for resolving to take this step were numerous and
weighty, may be inferred from the fact that I chose rather to risk my fortunes among the savages of
the island than to endure another voyage on board the Dolly. To use the concise, pointblank
phrase of the sailors. I had made up my mind to ‘run away’. Now as a meaning is generally attached
to these two words no way flattering to the individual to whom they are applied, it behoves me, for
the sake of my own character, to offer some explanation of my conduct.
When I entered on board the Dolly, I signed as a matter of course the ship’s articles, thereby
voluntarily engaging and legally binding myself to serve in a certain capacity for the period of the
voyage; and, special considerations apart, I was of course bound to fulfill the agreement. But in all
contracts, if one party fail to perform his share of the compact, is not the other virtually absolved
from his liability? Who is there who will not answer in the affirmative?
Having settled the principle, then, let me apply it to the particular case in question. In
numberless instances had not only the implied but the specified conditions of the articles been
violated on the part of the ship in which I served. e usage on board of her was tyrannical; the
sick had been inhumanly neglected; the provisions had been doled out in scanty allowance; and her
cruises were unreasonably protracted. e captain was the author of the abuses; it was in vain to
think that he would either remedy them, or alter his conduct, which was arbitrary and violent in
the extreme. His prompt reply to all complaints and remonstrances was—the butt-end of a
handspike, so convincingly administered as effectually to silence the aggrieved party.
To whom could we apply for redress? We had le both law and equity on the other side of the
Cape; and unfortunately, with a very few exceptions, our crew was composed of a parcel of
dastardly and meanspirited wretches, divided among themselves, and only united in enduring
without resistance the unmitigated tyranny of the captain. It would have been mere madness for
any two or three of the number, unassisted by the rest, to attempt making a stand against his ill
usage. ey would only have called down upon themselves the particular vengeance of this ‘Lord
of the Plank’, and subjected their shipmates to additional hardships.
But, aer all, these things could have been endured awhile, had we entertained the hope of
being speedily delivered from them by the due completion of the term of our servitude. But what a
dismal prospect awaited us in this quarter! e longevity of Cape Horn whaling voyages is
proverbial, frequently extending over a period of four or five years.
Some long-haired, bare-necked youths, who, forced by the united influences of Captain
Marryatt and hard times, embark at Nantucket for a pleasure excursion to the Pacific, and whose
anxious mothers provide them, with bottled milk for the occasion, oentimes return very
respectable middle-aged gentlemen.
e very preparations made for one of these expeditions are enough to frighten one. As the
vessel carries out no cargo, her hold is filled with provisions for her own consumption. e
owners, who officiate as caterers for the voyage, supply the larder with an abundance of dainties.
Delicate morsels of beef and pork, cut on scientific principles from every part of the animal, and of
all conceivable shapes and sizes, are carefully packed in salt, and stored away in barrels; affording a
never-ending variety in their different degrees of toughness, and in the peculiarities of their saline
properties. Choice old water too, decanted into stout six-barrel-casks, and two pints of which is
allowed every day to each soul on board; together with ample store of sea-bread, previously reducedto a state of petrifaction, with a view to preserve it either from decay or consumption in the
ordinary mode, are likewise provided for the nourishment and gastronomic enjoyment of the
crew.
But not to speak of the quality of these articles of sailors’ fare, the abundance in which they are
put onboard a whaling vessel is almost incredible. Oentimes, when we had occasion to break out
in the hold, and I beheld the successive tiers of casks and barrels, whose contents were all destined
to be consumed in due course by the ship’s company, my heart has sunk within me.
Although, as a general case, a ship unlucky in falling in with whales continues to cruise aer
them until she has barely sufficient provisions remaining to take her home, turning round then
quietly and making the best of her way to her friends, yet there are instances when even this
natural obstacle to the further prosecution of the voyage is overcome by headstrong captains, who,
bartering the fruits of their hard-earned toils for a new supply of provisions in some of the ports of
Chili or Peru, begin the voyage afresh with unabated zeal and perseverance. It is in vain that the
owners write urgent letters to him to sail for home, and for their sake to bring back the ship, since
it appears he can put nothing in her. Not he. He has registered a vow: he will fill his vessel with
good sperm oil, or failing to do so, never again strike Yankee soundings.
I heard of one whaler, which aer many years’ absence was given up for lost. e last that had
been heard of her was a shadowy report of her having touched at some of those unstable islands in
the far Pacific, whose eccentric wanderings are carefully noted in each new edition of the
SouthSea charts. Aer a long interval, however, ‘e Perseverance’—for that was her name—was
spoken somewhere in the vicinity of the ends of the earth, cruising along as leisurely as ever, her
sails all bepatched and be quilted with rope-yarns, her spars fished with old pipe staves, and her
rigging knotted and spliced in every possible direction. Her crew was composed of some twenty
venerable Greenwich-pensioner-looking old salts, who just managed to hobble about deck. e
ends of all the running ropes, with the exception of the signal halyards and poop-down-haul, were
rove through snatch-blocks, and led to the capstan or windlass, so that not a yard was braced or a
sail set without the assistance of machinery.
Her hull was encrusted with barnacles, which completely encased her. ree pet sharks
followed in her wake, and every day came alongside to regale themselves from the contents of the
cook’s bucket, which were pitched over to them. A vast shoal of bonetas and albicores always kept
her company.
Such was the account I heard of this vessel and the remembrance of it always haunted me; what
eventually became of her I never learned; at any rate: he never reached home, and I suppose she is
still regularly tacking twice in the twenty-four hours somewhere off Desolate Island, or the
Devil’s-Tail Peak.
Having said thus much touching the usual length of these voyages, when I inform the reader
that ours had as it were just commenced, we being only fieen months out, and even at that time
hailed as a late arrival and boarded for news, he will readily perceive that there was little to
encourage one in looking forward to the future, especially as I had always had a presentiment that
we should make an unfortunate voyage, and our experience so far had justified the expectation.
I may here state, and on my faith as an honest man, that though more than three years have
elapsed since I le this same identical vessel, she still continues; in the Pacific, and but a few days
since I saw her reported in the papers as having touched at the Sandwich Islands previous to going
on the coast of Japan.
But to return to my narrative. Placed in these circumstances then, with no prospect of matters
mending if I remained aboard the Dolly, I at once made up my mind to leave her: to be sure it was
rather an inglorious thing to steal away privily from those at whose hands I had received wrongs
and outrages that I could not resent; but how was such a course to be avoided when it was the only
alternative le me? Having made up my mind, I proceeded to acquire all the information I could
obtain relating to the island and its inhabitants, with a view of shaping my plans of escape
accordingly. e result of these inquiries I will now state, in order that the ensuing narrative may
be the better understood.
e bay of Nukuheva in which we were then lying is an expanse of water not unlike in figurethe space included within the limits of a horse-shoe. It is, perhaps, nine miles in circumference.
You approach it from the sea by a narrow entrance, flanked on each side by two small twin islets
which soar conically to the height of some five hundred feet. From these the shore recedes on both
hands, and describes a deep semicircle.
From the verge of the water the land rises uniformly on all sides, with green and sloping
acclivities, until from gently rolling hill-sides and moderate elevations it insensibly swells into loy
and majestic heights, whose blue outlines, ranged all around, close in the view. e beautiful aspect
of the shore is heightened by deep and romantic glens, which come down to it at almost equal
distances, all apparently radiating from a common centre, and the upper extremities of which are
lost to the eye beneath the shadow of the mountains. Down each of these little valleys flows a clear
stream, here and there assuming the form of a slender cascade, then stealing invisibly along until it
bursts upon the sight again in larger and more noisy waterfalls, and at last demurely wanders along
to the sea.
e houses of the natives, constructed of the yellow bamboo, tastefully twisted together in a
kind of wicker-work, and thatched with the long tapering leaves of the palmetto, are scattered
irregularly along these valleys beneath the shady branches of the cocoanut trees.
Nothing can exceed the imposing scenery of this bay. Viewed from our ship as she lay at anchor
in the middle of the harbour, it presented the appearance of a vast natural amphitheatre in decay,
and overgrown with vines, the deep glens that furrowed it’s sides appearing like enormous fissures
caused by the ravages of time. Very oen when lost in admiration at its beauty, I have experienced
a pang of regret that a scene so enchanting should be hidden from the world in these remote seas,
and seldom meet the eyes of devoted lovers of nature.
Besides this bay the shores of the island are indented by several other extensive inlets, into which
descend broad and verdant valleys. ese are inhabited by as many distinct tribes of savages, who,
although speaking kindred dialects of a common language, and having the same religion and laws,
have from time immemorial waged hereditary warfare against each other. e intervening
mountains generally two or three thousand feet above the level of the sea geographically define the
territories of each of these hostile tribes, who never cross them, save on some expedition of war or
plunder. Immediately adjacent to Nukuheva, and only separated from it by the mountains seen
from the harbour, lies the lovely valley of Happar, whose inmates cherish the most friendly
relations with the inhabitants of Nukuheva. On the other side of Happar, and closely adjoining it,
is the magnificent valley of the dreaded Typees, the unappeasable enemies of both these tribes.
ese celebrated warriors appear to inspire the other islanders with unspeakable terrors. eir
very name is a frightful one; for the word ‘Typee’ in the Marquesan dialect signifies a lover of
human flesh. It is rather singular that the title should have been bestowed upon them exclusively,
inasmuch as the natives of all this group are irreclaimable cannibals. e name may, perhaps, have
been given to denote the peculiar ferocity of this clan, and to convey a special stigma along with it.
ese same Typees enjoy a prodigious notoriety all over the islands. e natives of Nukuheva
would frequently recount in pantomime to our ship’s company their terrible feats, and would show
the marks of wounds they had received in desperate encounters with them. When ashore they
would try to frighten us by pointing, to one of their own number, and calling him a Typee,
manifesting no little surprise that we did not take to our heels at so terrible an announcement. It
was quite amusing, too, to see with what earnestness they disclaimed all cannibal propensities on
their own part, while they denounced their enemies—the Typees—as inveterate gourmandizers of
human flesh; but this is a peculiarity to which I shall hereafter have occasion to allude.
Although I was convinced that the inhabitants of our bay were as arrant cannibals as any of the
other tribes on the island, still I could not but feel a particular and most unqualified repugnance to
the aforesaid Typees. Even before visiting the Marquesas, I had heard from men who had touched
at the group on former voyages some revolting stories in connection with these savages; and fresh
in my remembrance was the adventure of the master of the Katherine, who only a few months
previous, imprudently venturing into this bay in an armed boat for the purpose of barter, was
seized by the natives, carried back a little distance into their valley, and was only saved from a cruel
death by the intervention of a young girl, who facilitated his escape by night along the beach toNukuheva.
I had heard too of an English vessel that many years ago, aer a weary cruise, sought to enter the
bay of Nukuheva, and arriving within two or three miles of the land, was met by a large canoe
filled with natives, who offered to lead the way to the place of their destination. e captain,
unacquainted with the localities of the island, joyfully acceded to the proposition—the canoe
paddled on, the ship followed. She was soon conducted to a beautiful inlet, and dropped her
anchor in its waters beneath the shadows of the loy shore. at same night the perfidious Typees,
who had thus inveigled her into their fatal bay, flocked aboard the doomed vessel by hundreds, and
at a given signal murdered every soul on board.
I shall never forget the observation of one of our crew as we were passing slowly by the entrance
of the bay in our way to Nukuheva. As we stood gazing over the side at the verdant headlands,
Ned, pointing with his hand in the direction of the treacherous valley, exclaimed, ‘ere—there’s
Typee. Oh, the bloody cannibals, what a meal they’d make of us if we were to take it into our
heads to land! but they say they don’t like sailor’s flesh, it’s too salt. I say, maty, how should you
like to be shoved ashore there, eh?’ I little thought, as I shuddered at the question, that in the space
of a few weeks I should actually be a captive in that self-same valley.
e French, although they had gone through the ceremony of hoisting their colours for a few
hours at all the principal places of the group, had not as yet visited the bay of Typee, anticipating a
fierce resistance on the part of the savages there, which for the present at least they wished to avoid.
Perhaps they were not a little influenced in the adoption of this unusual policy from a recollection
of the warlike reception given by the Typees to the forces of Captain Porter, about the year 1814,
when that brave and accomplished officer endeavoured to subjugate the clan merely to gratify the
mortal hatred of his allies the Nukuhevas and Happars.
On that occasion I have been told that a considerable detachment of sailors and marines from
the frigate Essex, accompanied by at least two thousand warriors of Happar and Nukuheva, landed
in boats and canoes at the head of the bay, and aer penetrating a little distance into the valley,
met with the stoutest resistance from its inmates. Valiantly, although with much loss, the Typees
disputed every inch of ground, and aer some hard fighting obliged their assailants to retreat and
abandon their design of conquest.
e invaders, on their march back to the sea, consoled themselves for their repulse by setting
fire to every house and temple in their route; and a long line of smoking ruins defaced the
oncesmiling bosom of the valley, and proclaimed to its pagan inhabitants the spirit that reigned in the
breasts of Christian soldiers. Who can wonder at the deadly hatred of the Typees to all foreigners
after such unprovoked atrocities?
us it is that they whom we denominate ‘savages’ are made to deserve the title. When the
inhabitants of some sequestered island first descry the ‘big canoe’ of the European rolling through
the blue waters towards their shores, they rush down to the beach in crowds, and with open arms
stand ready to embrace the strangers. Fatal embrace! ey fold to their bosom the vipers whose
sting is destined to poison all their joys; and the instinctive feeling of love within their breast is
soon converted into the bitterest hate.
e enormities perpetrated in the South Seas upon some of the inoffensive islanders will nigh
pass belief. ese things are seldom proclaimed at home; they happen at the very ends of the earth;
they are done in a corner, and there are none to reveal them. But there is, nevertheless, many a
petty trader that has navigated the Pacific whose course from island to island might be traced by a
series of cold-blooded robberies, kidnappings, and murders, the iniquity of which might be
considered almost sufficient to sink her guilty timbers to the bottom of the sea.
Sometimes vague accounts of such thing’s reach our firesides, and we coolly censure them as
wrong, impolitic, needlessly severe, and dangerous to the crews of other vessels. How different is
our tone when we read the highly-wrought description of the massacre of the crew of the
Hobomak by the Feejees; how we sympathize for the unhappy victims, and with what horror do
we regard the diabolical heathens, who, aer all, have but avenged the unprovoked injuries which
they have received. We breathe nothing but vengeance, and equip armed vessels to traverse
thousands of miles of ocean in order to execute summary punishment upon the offenders. Onarriving at their destination, they burn, slaughter, and destroy, according to the tenor of written
instructions, and sailing away from the scene of devastation, call upon all Christendom to applaud
their courage and their justice.
How oen is the term ‘savages’ incorrectly applied! None really deserving of it were ever yet
discovered by voyagers or by travellers. ey have discovered heathens and barbarians whom by
horrible cruelties they have exasperated into savages. It may be asserted without fear of
contradictions that in all the cases of outrages committed by Polynesians, Europeans have at some
time or other been the aggressors, and that the cruel and bloodthirsty disposition of some of the
islanders is mainly to be ascribed to the influence of such examples.
But to return. Owing to the mutual hostilities of the different tribes I have mentioned, the
mountainous tracts which separate their respective territories remain altogether uninhabited; the
natives invariably dwelling in the depths of the valleys, with a view of securing themselves from
the predatory incursions of their enemies, who oen lurk along their borders, ready to cut off any
imprudent straggler, or make a descent upon the inmates of some sequestered habitation. I several
times met with very aged men, who from this cause had never passed the confines of their native
vale, some of them having never even ascended midway up the mountains in the whole course of
their lives, and who, accordingly had little idea of the appearance of any other part of the island,
the whole of which is not perhaps more than sixty miles in circuit. e little space in which some
of these clans pass away their days would seem almost incredible.
The glen of the Tior will furnish a curious illustration of this.
e inhabited part is not more than four miles in length, and varies in breadth from half a mile
to less than a quarter. e rocky vine-clad cliffs on one side tower almost perpendicularly from
their base to the height of at least fieen hundred feet; while across the vale—in striking contrast
to the scenery opposite—grass-grown elevations rise one above another in blooming terraces.
Hemmed in by these stupendous barriers, the valley would be altogether shut out from the rest of
the world, were it not that it is accessible from the sea at one end, and by a narrow defile at the
other.
e impression produced upon the mind, when I first visited this beautiful glen, will never be
obliterated.
I had come from Nukuheva by water in the ship’s boat, and when we entered the bay of Tior it
was high noon. e heat had been intense, as we had been floating upon the long smooth swell of
the ocean, for there was but little wind. e sun’s rays had expended all their fury upon us; and to
add to our discomfort, we had omitted to supply ourselves with water previous to starting. What
with heat and thirst together, I became so impatient to get ashore, that when at last we glided
towards it, I stood up in the bow of the boat ready for a spring. As she shot two-thirds of her
length high upon the beach, propelled by three or four strong strokes of the oars, I leaped among a
parcel of juvenile savages, who stood prepared to give us a kind reception; and with them at my
heels, yelling like so many imps, I rushed forward across the open ground in the vicinity of the sea,
and plunged, diver fashion, into the recesses of the first grove that offered.
What a delightful sensation did I experience! I felt as if floating in some new element, while all
sort of gurgling, trickling, liquid sounds fell upon my ear. People may say what they will about the
refreshing influences of a coldwater bath, but commend me when in a perspiration to the shade
baths of Tior, beneath the cocoanut trees, and amidst the cool delightful atmosphere which
surrounds them.
How shall I describe the scenery that met my eye, as I looked out from this verdant recess! e
narrow valley, with its steep and close adjoining sides draperied with vines, and arched overhead
with a fret-work of interlacing boughs, nearly hidden from view by masses of leafy verdure, seemed
from where I stood like an immense arbour disclosing its vista to the eye, whilst as I advanced it
insensibly widened into the loveliest vale eye ever beheld.
It so happened that the very day I was in Tior the French admiral, attended by all the boats of
his squadron, came down in state from Nukuheva to take formal possession of the place. He
remained in the valley about two hours, during which time he had a ceremonious interview with
the king. e patriarch-sovereign of Tior was a man very far advanced in years; but though agehad bowed his form and rendered him almost decrepid, his gigantic frame retained its original
magnitude and grandeur of appearance.
He advanced slowly and with evident pain, assisting his tottering steps with the heavy warspear
he held in his hand, and attended by a group of grey-bearded chiefs, on one of whom he
occasionally leaned for support. e admiral came forward with head uncovered and extended
hand, while the old king saluted him by a stately flourish of his weapon. e next moment they
stood side by side, these two extremes of the social scale,—the polished, splendid Frenchman, and
the poor tattooed savage. ey were both tall and noble-looking men; but in other respects how
strikingly contrasted! Du Petit ouars exhibited upon his person all the paraphernalia of his
naval rank. He wore a richly decorated admiral’s frock-coat, a laced chapeau bras, and upon his
breast were a variety of ribbons and orders; while the simple islander, with the exception of a slight
cincture about his loins, appeared in all the nakedness of nature.
At what an immeasurable distance, thought I, are these two beings removed from each other. In
the one is shown the result of long centuries of progressive Civilization and refinement, which
have gradually converted the mere creature into the semblance of all that is elevated and grand;
while the other, aer the lapse of the same period, has not advanced one step in the career of
improvement, ‘Yet, aer all,’ quoth I to myself, ‘insensible as he is to a thousand wants, and
removed from harassing cares, may not the savage be the happier man of the two?’ Such were the
thoughts that arose in my mind as I gazed upon the novel spectacle before me. In truth it was an
impressive one, and little likely to be effaced. I can recall even now with vivid distinctness every
feature of the scene. e umbrageous shades where the interview took place—the glorious tropical
vegetation around—the picturesque grouping of the mingled throng of soldiery and natives—and
even the golden-hued bunch of bananas that I held in my hand at the time, and of which I
occasionally partook while making the aforesaid philosophical reflections.
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thoughts previous to attempting an escape—toby, a fellow sailor, agrees to share the
adventure—last night aboard the ship.
HAVING fully resolved to leave the vessel clandestinely, and having acquired all the knowledge
concerning the bay that I could obtain under the circumstances in which I was placed, I now
deliberately turned over in my mind every plan to escape that suggested itself, being determined to
act with all possible prudence in an attempt where failure would be attended with so many
disagreeable consequences. e idea of being taken and brought back ignominiously to the ship
was so inexpressibly repulsive to me, that I was determined by no hasty and imprudent measures to
render such an event probable.
I knew that our worthy captain, who felt, such a paternal solicitude for the welfare of his crew,
would not willingly consent that one of his best hands should encounter the perils of a sojourn
among the natives of a barbarous island; and I was certain that in the event of my disappearance,
his fatherly anxiety would prompt him to offer, by way of a reward, yard upon yard of gaily
printed calico for my apprehension. He might even have appreciated my services at the value of a
musket, in which case I felt perfectly certain that the whole population of the bay would be
immediately upon my track, incited by the prospect of so magnificent a bounty.
Having ascertained the fact before alluded to, that the islanders,—from motives of precaution,
dwelt altogether in the depths of the valleys, and avoided wandering about the more elevated
portions of the shore, unless bound on some expedition of war or plunder, I concluded that if I
could effect unperceived a passage to the mountain, I might easily remain among them, supporting
myself by such fruits as came in my way until the sailing of the ship, an event of which I could not
fail to be immediately apprised, as from my loy position I should command a view of the entire
harbour.
e idea pleased me greatly. It seemed to combine a great deal of practicability with no
inconsiderable enjoyment in a quiet way; for how delightful it would be to look down upon the
detested old vessel from the height of some thousand feet, and contrast the verdant scenery about
me with the recollection of her narrow decks and gloomy forecastle! Why, it was really refreshing
even to think of it; and so I straightway fell to picturing myself seated beneath a cocoanut tree on
the brow of the mountain, with a cluster of plantains within easy reach, criticizing her nautical
evolutions as she was working her way out of the harbour.
To be sure there was one rather unpleasant drawback to these agreeable anticipations—the
possibility of falling in with a foraging party of these same bloody-minded Typees, whose appetites,
edged perhaps by the air of so elevated a region, might prompt them to devour one. is, I must
confess, was a most disagreeable view of the matter.
Just to think of a party of these unnatural gourmands taking it into their heads to make a
convivial meal of a poor devil, who would have no means of escape or defence: however, there was
no help for it. I was willing to encounter some risks in order to accomplish my object, and counted
much upon my ability to elude these prowling cannibals amongst the many coverts which the
mountains afforded. Besides, the chances were ten to one in my favour that they would none of
them quit their own fastnesses.
I had determined not to communicate my design of withdrawing from the vessel to any of my
shipmates, and least of all to solicit any one to accompany me in my flight. But it so happened one
night, that being upon deck, revolving over in my mind various plans of escape, I perceived one of
the ship’s company leaning over the bulwarks, apparently plunged in a profound reverie. He was a
young fellow about my own age, for whom I had all along entertained a great regard; and Toby,
such was the name by which he went among us, for his real name he would never tell us, was every
way worthy of it. He was active, ready and obliging, of dauntless courage, and singularly open andfearless in the expression of his feelings. I had on more than one occasion got him out of scrapes
into which this had led him; and I know not whether it was from this cause, or a certain
congeniality of sentiment between us, that he had always shown a partiality for my society. We
had battled out many a long watch together, beguiling the weary hours with chat, song, and story,
mingled with a good many imprecations upon the hard destiny it seemed our common fortune to
encounter.
Toby, like myself, had evidently moved in a different sphere of life, and his conversation at
times betrayed this, although he was anxious to conceal it. He was one of that class of rovers you
sometimes meet at sea, who never reveal their origin, never allude to home, and go rambling over
the world as if pursued by some mysterious fate they cannot possibly elude.
ere was much even in the appearance of Toby calculated to draw me towards him, for while
the greater part of the crew were as coarse in person as in mind, Toby was endowed with a
remarkably prepossessing exterior. Arrayed in his blue frock and duck trousers, he was as smart a
looking sailor as ever stepped upon a deck; he was singularly small and slightly made, with great
flexibility of limb. His naturally dark complexion had been deepened by exposure to the tropical
sun, and a mass of jetty locks clustered about his temples, and threw a darker shade into his large
black eyes. He was a strange wayward being, moody, fitful, and melancholy—at times almost
morose. He had a quick and fiery temper too, which, when thoroughly roused, transported him
into a state bordering on delirium.
It is strange the power that a mind of deep passion has over feebler natures. I have seen a
brawny, fellow, with no lack of ordinary courage, fairly quail before this slender stripling, when in
one of his curious fits. But these paroxysms seldom occurred, and in them my big-hearted shipmate
vented the bile which more calm-tempered individuals get rid of by a continual pettishness at
trivial annoyances.
No one ever saw Toby laugh. I mean in the hearty abandonment of broad-mouthed mirth. He
did smile sometimes, it is true; and there was a good deal of dry, sarcastic humour about him,
which told the more from the imperturbable gravity of his tone and manner.
Latterly I had observed that Toby’s melancholy had greatly increased, and I had frequently seen
him since our arrival at the island gazing wistfully upon the shore, when the remainder of the crew
would be rioting below. I was aware that he entertained a cordial detestation of the ship, and
believed that, should a fair chance of escape present itself, he would embrace it willingly.
But the attempt was so perilous in the place where we then lay, that I supposed myself the only
individual on board the ship who was sufficiently reckless to think of it. In this, however, I was
mistaken.
When I perceived Toby leaning, as I have mentioned, against the bulwarks and buried in
thought, it struck me at once that the subject of his meditations might be the same as my own.
And if it be so, thought I, is he not the very one of all my shipmates whom I would choose: for the
partner of my adventure? and why should I not have some comrade with me to divide its dangers
and alleviate its hardships? Perhaps I might be obliged to lie concealed among the mountains for
weeks. In such an event what a solace would a companion be?
ese thoughts passed rapidly through my mind, and I wondered why I had not before
considered the matter in this light. But it was not too late. A tap upon the shoulder served to rouse
Toby from his reverie; I found him ripe for the enterprise, and a very few words sufficed for a
mutual understanding between us. In an hour’s time we had arranged all the preliminaries, and
decided upon our plan of action. We then ratified our engagement with an affectionate wedding of
palms, and to elude suspicion repaired each to his hammock, to spend the last night on board the
Dolly.
e next day the starboard watch, to which we both belonged, was to be sent ashore on liberty;
and, availing ourselves of this opportunity, we determined, as soon aer landing as possible, to
separate ourselves from the rest of the men without exciting their suspicions, and strike back at
once for the mountains. Seen from the ship, their summits appeared inaccessible, but here and
there sloping spurs extended from them almost into the sea, buttressing the loy elevations with
which they were connected, and forming those radiating valleys I have before described. One ofthese ridges, which appeared more practicable than the rest, we determined to climb, convinced
that it would conduct us to the heights beyond. Accordingly, we carefully observed its bearings and
locality from the ship, so that when ashore we should run no chance of missing it.
In all this the leading object we had in view was to seclude ourselves from sight until the
departure of the vessel; then to take our chance as to the reception the Nukuheva natives might
give us; and aer remaining upon the island as long as we found our stay agreeable, to leave it the
first favourable opportunity that offered.
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a specimen of nautical oratory—criticisms of the sailors—the starboard watch are given a
holiday—the escape to the mountains.
EARLY the next morning the starboard watch were mustered upon the quarter-deck, and our
worthy captain, standing in the cabin gangway, harangued us as follows:—
‘Now, men, as we are just off a six months’ cruise, and have got through most all our work in
port here, I suppose you want to go ashore. Well, I mean to give your watch liberty today, so you
may get ready as soon all you please, and go; but understand this, I am going to give you liberty
because I suppose you would growl like so many old quarter gunners if I didn’t; at the same time, if
you’ll take my advice, every mother’s son of you will stay aboard and keep out of the way of the
bloody cannibals altogether. Ten to one, men, if you go ashore, you will get into some infernal
row, and that will be the end of you; for if those tattooed scoundrels get you a little ways back into
their valleys, they’ll nab you—that you may be certain of. Plenty of white men have gone ashore
here and never been seen any more. ere was the old Dido, she put in here about two years ago,
and sent one watch off on liberty; they never were heard of again for a week—the natives swore
they didn’t know where they were—and only three of them ever got back to the ship again, and
one with his face damaged for life, for the cursed heathens tattooed a broad patch clean across his
figure-head. But it will be no use talking to you, for go you will, that I see plainly; so all I have to
say is, that you need not blame me if the islanders make a meal of you. You may stand some chance
of escaping them though, if you keep close about the French encampment,—and are back to the
ship again before sunset. Keep that much in your mind, if you forget all the rest I’ve been saying to
you. ere, go forward: bear a hand and rig yourselves, and stand by for a call. At two bells the
boat will be manned to take you off, and the Lord have mercy on you!’
Various were the emotions depicted upon the countenances of the starboard watch whilst
listening to this address; but on its conclusion there was a general move towards the forecastle, and
we soon were all busily engaged in getting ready for the holiday so auspiciously announced by the
skipper. During these preparations his harangue was commented upon in no very measured terms;
and one of the party, aer denouncing him as a lying old son of a seacook who begrudged a fellow
a few hours’ liberty, exclaimed with an oath, ‘But you don’t bounce me out of my liberty, old chap,
for all your yarns; for I would go ashore if every pebble on the beach was a live coal, and every stick
a gridiron, and the cannibals stood ready to broil me on landing.’
e spirit of this sentiment was responded to by all hands, and we resolved that in spite of the
captain’s croakings we would make a glorious day of it.
But Toby and I had our own game to play, and we availed ourselves of the confusion which
always reigns among a ship’s company preparatory to going ashore, to confer together and
complete our arrangements. As our object was to effect as rapid a flight as possible to the
mountains, we determined not to encumber ourselves with any superfluous apparel; and
accordingly, while the rest were rigging themselves out with some idea of making a display, we
were content to put on new stout duck trousers, serviceable pumps, and heavy Havre-frocks, which
with a Payta hat completed our equipment.
When our shipmates wondered at this, Toby exclaimed in his odd grave way that the rest might
do, as they liked, but that he for one preserved his go-ashore traps for the Spanish main, where the
tie of a sailor’s neckerchief might make some difference; but as for a parcel of unbreeched heathen,
he wouldn’t go to the bottom of his chest for any of them, and was half disposed to appear among
them in buff himself. e men laughed at what they thought was one of his strange conceits, and
so we escaped suspicion.
It may appear singular that we should have been thus on our guard with our own shipmates; but
there were some among us who, had they possessed the least inkling of our project, would, for apaltry hope of reward, have immediately communicated it to the captain.
As soon as two bells were struck, the word was passed for the liberty-men to get into the boat. I
lingered behind in the forecastle a moment to take a parting glance at its familiar features, and just
as I was about to ascend to the deck my eye happened to light on the bread-barge and beef-kid,
which contained the remnants of our last hasty meal. Although I had never before thought of
providing anything in the way of food for our expedition, as I fully relied upon the fruits of the
island to sustain us wherever we might wander, yet I could not resist the inclination I felt to
provide luncheon from the relics before me. Accordingly I took a double handful of those small,
broken, flinty bits of biscuit which generally go by the name of ‘midshipmen’s nuts’, and thrust
them into the bosom of my frock in which same simple receptacle I had previously stowed away
several pounds of tobacco and a few yards of cotton cloth—articles with which I intended to
purchase the good-will of the natives, as soon as we should appear among them aer the departure
of our vessel.
is last addition to my stock caused a considerable protuberance in front, which I abated in a
measure by shaking the bits of bread around my waist, and distributing the plugs of tobacco among
the folds of the garment.
Hardly had I completed these arrangements when my name was sung out by a dozen voices, and
I sprung upon the deck, where I found all the party in the boat, and impatient to shove off. I
dropped over the side and seated myself with the rest of the watch in the stern sheets, while the
poor larboarders shipped their oars, and commenced pulling us ashore.
is happened to be the rainy season at the islands, and the heavens had nearly the whole
morning betokened one of those heavy showers which during this period so frequently occur. e
large drops fell bubbling into the water shortly aer our leaving the ship, and by the time we had
affected a landing it poured down in torrents. We fled for shelter under cover of an immense
canoe-house which stood hard by the beach, and waited for the first fury of the storm to pass.
It continued, however, without cessation; and the monotonous beating of the rain over head
began to exert a drowsy influence upon the men, who, throwing themselves here and there upon
the large war-canoes, after chatting awhile, all fell asleep.
is was the opportunity we desired, and Toby and I availed ourselves of it at once by stealing
out of the canoe-house and plunging into the depths of an extensive grove that was in its rear.
Aer ten minutes’ rapid progress we gained an open space from which we could just descry the
ridge we intended to mount looming dimly through the mists of the tropical shower, and distant
from us, as we estimated, something more than a mile. Our direct course towards it lay through a
rather populous part of the bay; but desirous as we were of evading the natives and securing an
unmolested retreat to the mountains, we determined, by taking a circuit through some extensive
thickets, to avoid their vicinity altogether.
e heavy rain that still continued to fall without intermission favoured our enterprise, as it
drove the islanders into their houses, and prevented any casual meeting with them. Our heavy
frocks soon became completely saturated with water, and by their weight, and that of the articles
we had concealed beneath them, not a little impeded our progress. But it was no time to pause
when at any moment we might be surprised by a body of the savages, and forced at the very outset
to relinquish our undertaking.
Since leaving the canoe-house we had scarcely exchanged a single syllable with one another; but
when we entered a second narrow opening in the wood, and again caught sight of the ridge before
us, I took Toby by the arm, and pointing along its sloping outline to the loy heights at its
extremity, said in a low tone, ‘Now, Toby, not a word, nor a glance backward, till we stand on the
summit of yonder mountain—so no more lingering but let us shove ahead while we can, and in a
few hours’ time we may laugh aloud. You are the lightest and the nimblest, so lead on, and I will
follow.’
‘All right, brother,’ said Toby, ‘quick’s our play; only lets keep close together, that’s all;’ and so
saying with a bound like a young roe, he cleared a brook which ran across our path, and rushed
forward with a quick step.
When we arrived within a short distance of the ridge, we were stopped by a mass of tall yellowreeds, growing together as thickly as they could stand, and as tough and stubborn as so many rods
of steel; and we perceived, to our chagrin, that they extended midway up the elevation we proposed
to ascend.
For a moment we gazed about us in quest of a more practicable route; it was, however, at once
apparent that there was no resource but to pierce this thicket of canes at all hazards. We now
reversed our order of march, I, being the heaviest, taking the lead, with a view of breaking a path
through the obstruction, while Toby fell into the rear.
Two or three times I endeavoured to insinuate myself between the canes, and by dint of coaxing
and bending them to make some progress; but a bull-frog might as well have tried to work a
passage through the teeth of a comb, and I gave up the attempt in despair.
Half wild with meeting an obstacle we had so little anticipated, I threw myself desperately
against it, crushing to the ground the canes with which I came in contact, and, rising to my feet
again, repeated the action with like effect. Twenty minutes of this violent exercise almost
exhausted me, but it carried us some way into the thicket; when Toby, who had been reaping the
benefit of my labours by following close at my heels, proposed to become pioneer in turn, and
accordingly passed ahead with a view of affording me a respite from my exertions. As however
with his slight frame he made but bad work of it, I was soon obliged to resume my old place again.
On we toiled, the perspiration starting from our bodies in floods, our limbs torn and lacerated
with the splintered fragments of the broken canes, until we had proceeded perhaps as far as the
middle of the brake, when suddenly it ceased raining, and the atmosphere around us became close
and sultry beyond expression. e elasticity of the reeds quickly recovering from the temporary
pressure of our bodies, caused them to spring back to their original position; so that they closed in
upon us as we advanced, and prevented the circulation of little air which might otherwise have
reached us. Besides this, their great height completely shut us out from the view of surrounding
objects, and we were not certain but that we might have been going all the time in a wrong
direction.
Fatigued with my long-continued efforts, and panting for breath, I felt myself completely
incapacitated for any further exertion. I rolled up the sleeve of my frock, and squeezed the
moisture it contained into my parched mouth. But the few drops I managed to obtain gave me
little relief, and I sank down for a moment with a sort of dogged apathy, from which I was aroused
by Toby, who had devised a plan to free us from the net in which we had become entangled.
He was laying about him lustily with his sheath-knive, lopping the canes right and le, like a
reaper, and soon made quite a clearing around us. is sight reanimated me; and seizing my own
knife, I hacked and hewed away without mercy. But alas! the farther we advanced the thicker and
taller, and apparently the more interminable, the reeds became.
I began to think we were fairly snared, and had almost made up my mind that without a pair of
wings we should never be able to escape from the toils; when all at once I discerned a peep of
daylight through the canes on my right, and, communicating the joyful tidings to Toby, we both
fell to with fresh spirit, and speedily opening the passage towards it we found ourselves clear of
perplexities, and in the near vicinity of the ridge. Aer resting for a few moments we began the
ascent, and aer a little vigorous climbing found ourselves close to its summit. Instead however of
walking along its ridge, where we should have been in full view of the natives in the vales beneath,
and at a point where they could easily intercept us were they so inclined, we cautiously advanced
on one side, crawling on our hands and knees, and screened from observation by the grass through
which we glided, much in the fashion of a couple of serpents. Aer an hour employed in this
unpleasant kind of locomotion, we started to our feet again and pursued our way boldly along the
crest of the ridge.
is salient spur of the loy elevations that encompassed the bay rose with a sharp angle from
the valleys at its base, and presented, with the exception of a few steep acclivities, the appearance of
a vast inclined plane, sweeping down towards the sea from the heights in the distance. We had
ascended it near the place of its termination and at its lowest point, and now saw our route to the
mountains distinctly defined along its narrow crest, which was covered with a so carpet of
verdure, and was in many parts only a few feet wide.Elated with the success which had so far attended our enterprise, and invigorated by the
refreshing atmosphere we now inhaled, Toby and I in high spirits were making our way rapidly
along the ridge, when suddenly from the valleys below which lay on either side of us we heard the
distant shouts of the natives, who had just descried us, and to whom our figures, brought in bold
relief against the sky, were plainly revealed.
Glancing our eyes into these valleys, we perceived their savage inhabitants hurrying to and fro,
seemingly under the influence of some sudden alarm, and appearing to the eye scarcely bigger than
so many pigmies; while their white thatched dwellings, dwarfed by the distance, looked like
babyhouses. As we looked down upon the islanders from our loy elevation, we experienced a sense of
security; feeling confident that, should they undertake a pursuit, it would, from the start we now
had, prove entirely fruitless, unless they followed us into the mountains, where we knew they cared
not to venture.
However, we thought it as well to make the most of our time; and accordingly, where the
ground would admit of it, we ran swily along the summit of the ridge, until we were brought to a
stand by a steep cliff, which at first seemed to interpose an effectual barrier to our farther advance.
By dint of much hard scrambling however, and at some risk to our necks, we at last surmounted it,
and continued our fight with unabated celerity.
We had le the beach early in the morning, and aer an uninterrupted, though at times
difficult and dangerous ascent, during which we had never once turned our faces to the sea, we
found ourselves, about three hours before sunset, standing on the top of what seemed to be the
highest land on the island, an immense overhanging cliff composed of basaltic rocks, hung round
with parasitical plants. We must have been more than three thousand feet above the level of the
sea, and the scenery viewed from this height was magnificent.
e lonely bay of Nukuheva, dotted here and there with the black hulls of the vessels
composing the French squadron, lay reposing at the base of a circular range of elevations, whose
verdant sides, perforated with deep glens or diversified with smiling valleys, formed altogether the
loveliest view I ever beheld, and were I to live a hundred years, I shall never forget the feeling of
admiration which I then experienced.
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the other side of the mountain—disappointment—inventory of articles brought from
the ship—division of the stock of bread—appearance of the interior of the island—a
discovery—a ravine and waterfalls—a sleepless night—further discoveries—my illness—a
marquesan landscape.
MY curiosity had been not a little raised with regard to the description of country we should meet
on the other side of the mountains; and I had supposed, with Toby, that immediately on gaining
the heights we should be enabled to view the large bays of Happar and Typee reposing at our feet
on one side, in the same way that Nukuheva lay spread out below on the other. But here we were
disappointed. Instead of finding the mountain we had ascended sweeping down in the opposite
direction into broad and capacious valleys, the land appeared to retain its general elevation, only
broken into a series of ridges and inter-vales which so far as the eye could reach stretched away
from us, with their precipitous sides covered with the brightest verdure, and waving here and there
with the foliage of clumps of woodland; among which, however, we perceived none of those trees
upon whose fruit we had relied with such certainty.
is was a most unlooked-for discovery, and one that promised to defeat our plans altogether,
for we could not think of descending the mountain on the Nukuheva side in quest of food. Should
we for this purpose be induced to retrace our steps, we should run no small chance of encountering
the natives, who in that case, if they did nothing worse to us, would be certain to convey us back to
the ship for the sake of the reward in calico and trinkets, which we had no doubt our skipper
would hold out to them as an inducement to our capture.
What was to be done? e Dolly would not sail perhaps for ten days, and how were we to
sustain life during this period? I bitterly repented our improvidence in not providing ourselves, as
we easily might have done, with a supply of biscuits. With a rueful visage I now bethought me of
the scanty handful of bread I had stuffed into the bosom of my frock, and felt somewhat desirous
to ascertain what part of it had weathered the rather rough usage it had experienced in ascending
the mountain. I accordingly proposed to Toby that we should enter into a joint examination of the
various articles we had brought from the ship.
With this intent we seated ourselves upon the grass; and a little curious to see with what kind of
judgement my companion had filled his frock—which I remarked seemed about as well lined as
my own—I requested him to commence operations by spreading out its contents.
rusting his hand, then, into the bosom of this capacious receptacle, he first brought to light
about a pound of tobacco, whose component parts still adhered together, the whole outside being
covered with so particles of sea-bread. Wet and dripping, it had the appearance of having been
just recovered from the bottom of the sea. But I paid slight attention to a substance of so little
value to us in our present situation, as soon as I perceived the indications it gave of Toby’s foresight
in laying in a supply of food for the expedition.
I eagerly inquired what quantity he had brought with him, when rummaging once more
beneath his garment, he produced a small handful of something so so, pulpy, and discoloured,
that for a few moments he was as much puzzled as myself to tell by what possible instrumentality
such a villainous compound had become engendered in his bosom. I can only describe it as a hash
of soaked bread and bits of tobacco, brought to a doughy consistency by the united agency of
perspiration and rain. But repulsive as it might otherwise have been, I now regarded it as an
invaluable treasure, and proceeded with great care to transfer this paste-like mass to a large leaf
which I had plucked from a bush beside me. Toby informed me that in the morning he had placed
two whole biscuits in his bosom, with a view of munching them, should he feel so inclined, during
our flight. These were now reduced to the equivocal substance which I had just placed on the leaf.
Another dive into the frock brought to view some four or five yards of calico print, whosetasteful pattern was rather disfigured by the yellow stains of the tobacco with which it had been
brought in contact. In drawing this calico slowly from his bosom inch by inch, Toby reminded me
of a juggler performing the feat of the endless ribbon. The next cast was a small one, being a sailor’s
little ‘ditty bag’, containing needles, thread, and other sewing utensils, then came a razor-case,
followed by two or three separate plugs of negro-head, which were fished up from the bottom of
the now empty receptacle. ese various matters, being inspected, I produced the few things which
I had myself brought.
As might have been anticipated from the state of my companion’s edible supplies, I found my
own in a deplorable condition, and diminished to a quantity that would not have formed half a
dozen mouthfuls for a hungry man who was partial enough to tobacco not to mind swallowing it.
A few morsels of bread, with a fathom or two of white cotton cloth, and several pounds of choice
pigtail, composed the extent of my possessions.
Our joint stock of miscellaneous articles were now made up into a compact bundle, which it was
agreed we should carry alternately. But the sorry remains of the biscuit were not to be disposed of
so summarily: the precarious circumstances in which we were placed made us regard them as
something on which very probably, depended the fate of our adventure. Aer a brief discussion, in
which we both of us expressed our resolution of not descending into the bay until the ship’s
departure, I suggested to my companion that little of it as there was, we should divide the bread
into six equal portions, each of which should be a day’s allowance for both of us. is proposition
he assented to; so I took the silk kerchief from my neck, and cutting it with my knife into half a
dozen equal pieces, proceeded to make an exact division.
At first, Toby with a degree of fastidiousness that seemed to me ill-timed, was for picking out
the minute particles of tobacco with which the spongy mass was mixed; but against this proceeding
I protested, as by such an operation we must have greatly diminished its quantity.
When the division was accomplished, we found that a day’s allowance for the two was not a
great deal more than what a table-spoon might hold. Each separate portion we immediately rolled
up in the bit of silk prepared for it, and joining them all together into a small package, I committed
them, with solemn injunctions of fidelity, to the custody of Toby. For the remainder of that day
we resolved to fast, as we had been fortified by a breakfast in the morning ; and now starting again
to our feet, we looked about us for a shelter during the night, which, from the appearance of the
heavens, promised to be a dark and tempestuous one.
ere was no place near us which would in any way answer our purpose, so turning our backs
upon Nukuheva, we commenced exploring the unknown regions which lay upon the other side of
the mountain.
In this direction, as far as our vision extended, not a sign of life, nor anything that denoted even
the transient residence of man, could be seen. e whole landscape seemed one unbroken solitude,
the interior of the island having apparently been untenanted since the morning of the creation;
and as we advanced through this wilderness, our voices sounded strangely in our ears, as though
human accents had never before disturbed the fearful silence of the place, interrupted only by the
low murmurings of distant waterfalls.
Our disappointment, however, in not finding the various fruits with which we had intended to
regale ourselves during our stay in these wilds, was a good deal lessened by the consideration that
from this very circumstance we should be much less exposed to a casual meeting with the savage
tribes about us, who we knew always dwelt beneath the shadows of those trees which supplied
them with food.
We wandered along, casting eager glances into every bush we passed, until just as we had
succeeded in mounting one of the many ridges that intersected the ground, I saw in the grass
before me something like an indistinctly traced footpath, which appeared to lead along the top of
the ridge, and to descend—with it into a deep ravine about half a mile in advance of us.
Robinson Crusoe could not have been more startled at the footprint in the sand than we were at
this unwelcome discovery. My first impulse was to make as rapid a retreat as possible, and bend our
steps in some other direction; but our curiosity to see whither this path might lead, prompted us to
pursue it. So on we went, the track becoming more and more visible the farther we proceeded,until it conducted us to the verge of the ravine, where it abruptly terminated.
‘And so,’ said Toby, peering down into the chasm, ‘everyone that travels this path takes a jump
here, eh?’
‘Not so,’ said I, ‘for I think they might manage to descend without it; what say you,—shall we
attempt the feat?’
‘And what, in the name of caves and coal-holes, do you expect to find at the bottom of that gulf
but a broken neck—why it looks blacker than our ship’s hold, and the roar of those waterfalls
down there would batter one’s brains to pieces.’
‘Oh, no, Toby,’ I exclaimed, laughing ; ‘but there’s something to be seen here, that’s plain, or
there would have been no path, and I am resolved to find out what it is.’
‘I will tell you what, my pleasant fellow,’ rejoined Toby quickly, ‘if you are going to pry into
everything you meet with here that excites your curiosity, you will marvellously soon get knocked
on the head; to a dead certainty you will come bang upon a party of these savages in the midst of
your discovery-makings, and I doubt whether such an event would particularly delight you, just
take my advice for once, and let us ’bout ship and steer in some other direction; besides, it’s getting
late and we ought to be mooring ourselves for the night.’
‘at is just the thing I have been driving at,’ replied I; ‘and I am thinking that this ravine will
exactly answer our purpose, for it is roomy, secluded, well watered, and may shelter us from the
weather.’
‘Aye, and from sleep too, and by the same token will give us sore throats, and rheumatisms into
the bargain,’ cried Toby, with evident dislike at the idea.
‘Oh, very well then, my lad,’ said I, ‘since you will not accompany me, here I go alone. You will
see me in the morning ;’ and advancing to the edge of the cliff upon which we had been standing, I
proceeded to lower myself down by the tangled roots which clustered about all the crevices of the
rock. As I had anticipated, Toby, in spite of his previous remonstrances, followed my example, and
dropping himself with the activity of a squirrel from point to point, he quickly outstripped me and
effected a landing at the bottom before I had accomplished two-thirds of the descent.
e sight that now greeted us was one that will ever be vividly impressed upon my mind. Five
foaming streams, rushing through as many gorges, and swelled and turbid by the recent rains,
united together in one mad plunge of nearly eighty feet, and fell with wild uproar into a deep black
pool scooped out of the gloomy looking rocks that lay piled around, and thence in one collected
body dashed down a narrow sloping channel which seemed to penetrate into the very bowels of the
earth. Overhead, vast roots of trees hung down from the sides of the ravine dripping with
moisture, and trembling with the concussions produced by the fall. It was now sunset, and the
feeble uncertain light that found its way into these caverns and woody depths heightened their
strange appearance, and reminded us that in a short time we should find ourselves in utter
darkness.
As soon as I had satisfied my curiosity by gazing at this scene, I fell to wondering how it was that
what we had taken for a path should have conducted us to so singular a place, and began to suspect
that aer all I might have been deceived in supposing it to have been a trick formed by the
islanders. is was rather an agreeable reflection than otherwise, for it diminished our dread of
accidentally meeting with any of them, and I came to the conclusion that perhaps we could not
have selected a more secure hiding-place than this very spot we had so accidentally hit upon.
Toby agreed with me in this view of the matter, and we immediately began gathering together
the limbs of trees which lay scattered about, with the view of constructing a temporary hut for the
night. is we were obliged to build close to the foot of the cataract, for the current of water
extended very nearly to the sides of the gorge. e few moments of light that remained we
employed in covering our hut with a species of broad-bladed grass that grew in every fissure of the
ravine. Our hut, if it deserved to be called one, consisted of six or eight of the straightest branches
we could find laid obliquely against the steep wall of rock, with their lower ends within a foot of
the stream. Into the space thus covered over we managed to crawl, and dispose our wearied bodies
as best we could.
Shall I ever forget that horrid night! As for poor Toby, I could scarcely get a word out of him. Itwould have been some consolation to have heard his voice, but he lay shivering the live-long night
like a man afflicted with the palsy, with his knees drawn up to his head, while his back was
supported against the dripping side of the rock. During this wretched night there seemed nothing
wanting to complete the perfect misery of our condition. e rain descended in such torrents that
our poor shelter proved a mere mockery. In vain did I try to elude the incessant streams that
poured upon me; by protecting one part I only exposed another, and the water was continually
finding some new opening through which to drench us.
I have had many a ducking in the course of my life, and in general cared little about it; but the
accumulated horrors of that night, the deathlike coldness of the place, the appalling darkness and
the dismal sense of our forlorn condition, almost unmanned me.
It will not be doubted that the next morning we were early risers, and as soon as I could catch
the faintest glimpse of anything like daylight I shook my companion by the arm, and told him it
was sunrise. Poor Toby lied up his head, and aer a moment’s pause said, in a husky voice, ‘en,
shipmate, my toplights have gone out, for it appears darker now with my eyes open that it did
when they were shut.’
‘Nonsense!’ exclaimed I; ‘You are not awake yet.’
‘Awake!’ roared Toby in a rage, ‘awake! You mean to insinuate I’ve been asleep, do you? It is an
insult to a man to suppose he could sleep in such an infernal place as this.’
By the time I had apologized to my friend for having misconstrued his silence, it had become
somewhat more light, and we crawled out of our lair. e rain had ceased, but everything around
us was dripping with moisture. We stripped off our saturated garments, and wrung them as dry as
we could. We contrived to make the blood circulate in our benumbed limbs by rubbing them
vigorously with our hands; and aer performing our ablutions in the stream, and putting on our
still wet clothes, we began to think it advisable to break our long fast, it being now twenty-four
hours since we had tasted food.
Accordingly our day’s ration was brought out, and seating ourselves on a detached fragment of
rock, we proceeded to discuss it. First we divided it into two equal portions, and carefully rolling
one of them up for our evening’s repast, divided the remainder again as equally as possible, and
then drew lots for the first choice. I could have placed the morsel that fell to my share upon the tip
of my finger; but notwithstanding this I took care that it should be full ten minutes before I had
swallowed the last crumb. What a true saying it is that ‘appetite furnishes the best sauce.’ There was
a flavour and a relish to this small particle of food that under other circumstances it would have
been impossible for the most delicate viands to have imparted. A copious draught of the pure water
which flowed at our feet served to complete the meal, and aer it we rose sensibly refreshed, and
prepared for whatever might befall us.
We now carefully examined the chasm in which we had passed the night. We crossed the
stream, and gaining the further side of the pool I have mentioned, discovered proofs that the spot
must have been visited by some one but a short time previous to our arrival. Further observation
convinced us that it had been regularly frequented, and, as we aerwards conjectured from
particular indications, for the purpose of obtaining a certain root, from which the natives obtained
a kind of ointment.
ese discoveries immediately determined us to abandon a place which had presented no
inducement for us to remain, except the promise of security; and as we looked about us for the
means of ascending again into the upper regions, we at last found a practicable part of the rock, and
half an hour’s toil carried us to the summit of the same cliff from which the preceding evening we
had descended.
I now proposed to Toby that instead of rambling about the island, exposing ourselves to
discovery at every turn, we should select some place as our fixed abode for as long a period as our
food should hold out, build ourselves a comfortable hut, and be as prudent and circumspect as
possible. To all this my companion assented, and we at once set about carrying the plan into
execution.
With this view, aer exploring without success a little glen near us, we crossed several of the
ridges of which I have before spoken; and about noon found ourselves ascending a long andgradually rising slope, but still without having discovered any place adapted to our purpose. Low
and heavy clouds betokened an approaching storm, and we hurried on to gain a covert in a clump
of thick bushes, which appeared to terminate the long ascent. We threw ourselves under the lee of
these bushes, and pulling up the long grass that grew around, covered ourselves completely with it,
and awaited the shower.
But it did not come as soon as we had expected, and before many minutes my companion was
fast asleep, and I was rapidly falling into the same state of happy forgetfulness. Just at this juncture,
however, down came the rain with the violence that put all thoughts of slumber to flight.
Although in some measure sheltered, our clothes soon became as wet as ever; this, aer all the
trouble we had taken to dry them, was provoking enough: but there was no help for it; and I
recommend all adventurous youths who abandon vessels in romantic islands during the rainy
season to provide themselves with umbrellas.
Aer an hour or so the shower passed away. My companion slept through it all, or at least
appeared so to do; and now that it was over I had not the heart to awaken him. As I lay on my back
completely shrouded with verdure, the leafy branches drooping over me, my limbs buried in grass,
I could not avoid comparing our situation with that of the interesting babes in the wood. Poor
little sufferers!—no wonder their constitutions broke down under the hardships to which they
were exposed.
During the hour or two spent under the shelter of these bushes, I began to feel symptoms which
I at once attributed to the exposure of the preceding night. Cold shiverings and a burning fever
succeeded one another at intervals, while one of my legs was swelled to such a degree, and pained
me so acutely, that I half suspected I had been bitten by some venomous reptile, the congenial
inhabitant of the chasm from which we had lately emerged. I may here remark by the way—what
I subsequently gleamed—that all the islands of Polynesia enjoy the reputation, in common with
the Hibernian isle, of being free from the presence of any vipers; though whether Saint Patrick
ever visited them, is a question I shall not attempt to decide.
As the feverish sensation increased upon me I tossed about, still unwilling to disturb my
slumbering companion, from whose side I removed two or three yards. I chanced to push aside a
branch, and by so doing suddenly disclosed to my view a scene which even now I can recall with all
the vividness of the first impression. Had a glimpse of the gardens of Paradise been revealed to me,
I could scarcely have been more ravished with the sight.
From the spot where I lay transfixed with surprise and delight, I looked straight down into the
bosom of a valley, which swept away in long wavy undulations to the blue waters in the distance.
Midway towards the sea, and peering here and there amidst the foliage, might be seen the
palmetto-thatched houses of its inhabitants glistening in the sun that had bleached them to a
dazzling whiteness. e vale was more than three leagues in length, and about a mile across at its
greatest width.
On either side it appeared hemmed in by steep and green acclivities, which, uniting near the
spot where I lay, formed an abrupt and semicircular termination of grassy cliffs and precipices
hundreds of feet in height, over which flowed numberless small cascades. But the crowning beauty
of the prospect was its universal verdure; and in this indeed consists, I believe, the peculiar charm
of every Polynesian landscape. Everywhere below me, from the base of the precipice upon whose
very verge I had been unconsciously reposing, the surface of the vale presented a mass of foliage,
spread with such rich profusion that it was impossible to determine of what description of trees it
consisted.
But perhaps there was nothing about the scenery I beheld more impressive than those silent
cascades, whose slender threads of water, aer leaping down the steep cliffs, were lost amidst the
rich herbage of the valley.
Over all the landscape there reigned the most hushed repose, which I almost feared to break,
lest, like the enchanted gardens in the fairy tale, a single syllable might dissolve the spell. For a long
time, forgetful alike of my own situation, and the vicinity of my still slumbering companion, I
remained gazing around me, hardly able to comprehend by what means I had thus suddenly been
made a spectator of such a scene.≈ ≈ ≈CChhaapptteerr VVIIIIII..
the important question, typee or happar?—a wild goose chase—my sufferings—
disheartening situation—a night in a ravine—morning meal—happy idea of toby—journey
towards the valley.
RECOVERING from my astonishment at the beautiful scene before me, I quickly awakened
Toby, and informed him of the discovery I had made. Together we now repaired to the border of
the precipice, and my companion’s admiration was equal to my own. A little reflection, however,
abated our surprise at coming so unexpectedly upon this valley, since the large vales of Happar and
Typee, lying upon this side of Nukuheva, and extending a considerable distance from the sea
towards the interior, must necessarily terminate somewhere about this point.
e question now was as to which of those two places we were looking down upon. Toby
insisted that it was the abode of the Happar, and I that it was tenanted by their enemies the
ferocious Typees. To be sure I was not entirely convinced by my own arguments, but Toby’s
proposition to descend at once into the valley, and partake of the hospitality of its inmates, seemed
to me to be risking so much upon the strength of a mere supposition, that I resolved to oppose it
until we had more evidence to proceed upon.
e point was one of vital importance, as the natives of Happar were not only at peace with
Nukuheva, but cultivated with its inhabitants the most friendly relations, and enjoyed besides a
reputation for gentleness and humanity which led us to expect from them, if not a cordial
reception, at least a shelter during the short period we should remain in their territory.
On the other hand, the very name of Typee struck a panic into my heart which I did not
attempt to disguise. e thought of voluntarily throwing ourselves into the hands of these cruel
savages, seemed to me an act of mere madness; and almost equally so the idea of venturing into the
valley, uncertain by which of these two tribes it was inhabited. at the vale at our feet was
tenanted by one of them, was a point that appeared to us past all doubt, since we knew that they
resided in this quarter, although our information did not enlighten us further.
My companion, however, incapable of resisting the tempting prospect which the place held out
of an abundant supply of food and other means of enjoyment, still clung to his own inconsiderate
view of the subject, nor could all my reasoning shake it. When I reminded him that it was
impossible for either of us to know anything with certainty, and when I dwelt upon the horrible
fate we should encounter were we rashly to descend into the valley, and discover too late the error
we had committed, he replied by detailing all the evils of our present condition, and the sufferings
we must undergo should we continue to remain where we then were.
Anxious to draw him away from the subject, if possible—for I saw that it would be in vain to
attempt changing his mind—I directed his attention to a long bright unwooded tract of land
which, sweeping down from the elevations in the interior, descended into the valley before us. I
then suggested to him that beyond this ridge might lie a capacious and untenanted valley,
abounding with all manner of delicious fruits; for I had heard that there were several such upon
the island, and proposed that we should endeavour to reach it, and if we found our expectations
realized we should at once take refuge in it and remain there as long as we pleased.
He acquiesced in the suggestion; and we immediately, therefore, began surveying the country
lying before us, with a view of determining upon the best route for us to pursue; but it presented
little choice, the whole interval being broken into steep ridges, divided by dark ravines, extending
in parallel lines at right angles to our direct course. All these we would be obliged to cross before
we could hope to arrive at our destination.
A weary journey! But we decided to undertake it, though, for my own part, I felt little prepared
to encounter its fatigues, shivering and burning by turns with the ague and fever; for I know not
how else to describe the alternate sensations I experienced, and suffering not a little from thelameness which afflicted me. Added to this was the faintness consequent on our meagre diet—a
calamity in which Toby participated to the same extent as myself.
ese circumstances, however, only augmented my anxiety to reach a place which promised us
plenty and repose, before I should be reduced to a state which would render me altogether unable
to perform the journey. Accordingly we now commenced it by descending the almost
perpendicular side of a steep and narrow gorge, bristling with a thick growth of reeds. Here there
was but one mode for us to adopt. We seated ourselves upon the ground, and guided our descent by
catching at the canes in our path. is velocity with which we thus slid down the side of the ravine
soon brought us to a point where we could use our feet, and in a short time we arrived at the edge
of the torrent, which rolled impetuously along the bed of the chasm.
Aer taking a refreshing draught from the water of the stream, we addressed ourselves to a
much more difficult undertaking than the last. Every foot of our late descent had to be regained in
ascending the opposite side of the gorge—an operation rendered the less agreeable from the
consideration that in these perpendicular episodes we did not progress a hundred yards on our
journey. But, ungrateful as the task was, we set about it with exemplary patience, and aer a
snaillike progress of an hour or more, had scaled perhaps one half of the distance, when the fever which
had le me for a while returned with such violence, and accompanied by so raging a thirst, that it
required all the entreaties of Toby to prevent me from losing all the fruits of my late exertion, by
precipitating myself madly down the cliffs we had just climbed, in quest of the water which flowed
so temptingly at their base. At the moment all my hopes and fears appeared to be merged in this
one desire, careless of the consequences that might result from its gratification. I am aware of no
feeling, either of pleasure or of pain, that so completely deprives one of an power to resist its
impulses, as this same raging thirst.
Toby earnestly conjured me to continue the ascent, assuring me that a little more exertion
would bring us to the summit, and that then in less than five minutes we should find ourselves at
the brink of the stream, which must necessarily flow on the other side of the ridge.
‘Do not,’ he exclaimed, ‘turn back, now that we have proceeded thus far; for I tell you that
neither of us will have the courage to repeat the attempt, if once more we find ourselves looking up
to where we now are from the bottom of these rocks!’
I was not yet so perfectly beside myself as to be heedless of these representations, and therefore
toiled on, ineffectually endeavouring to appease the thirst which consumed me, by thinking that in
a short time I should be able to gratify it to my heart’s content.
At last we gained the top of the second elevation, the loiest of those I have described as
extending in parallel lines between us and the valley we desired to reach. It commanded a view of
the whole intervening distance; and, discouraged as I was by other circumstances, this prospect
plunged me into the very depths of despair. Nothing but dark and fearful chasms, separated by
sharp-crested and perpendicular ridges as far as the eye could reach. Could we have stepped from
summit to summit of these steep but narrow elevations we could easily have accomplished the
distance; but we must penetrate to the bottom of every yawning gulf, and scale in succession every
one of the eminences before us. Even Toby, although not suffering as I did, was not proof against
the disheartening influences of the sight.
But we did not long stand to contemplate it, impatient as I was to reach the waters of the torrent
which flowed beneath us. With an insensibility to danger which I cannot call to mind without
shuddering, we threw ourselves down the depths of the ravine, startling its savage solitudes with
the echoes produced by the falling fragments of rock we every moment dislodged from their
places, careless of the insecurity of our footing, and reckless whether the slight roots and twigs we
clutched at sustained us for the while, or treacherously yielded to our grasp. For my own part, I
scarcely knew whether I was helplessly falling from the heights above, or whether the fearful
rapidity with which I descended was an act of my own volition.
In a few minutes we reached the foot of the gorge, and kneeling upon a small ledge of dripping
rocks, I bent over to the stream. What a delicious sensation was I now to experience! I paused for a
second to concentrate all my capabilities of enjoyment, and then immerged my lips in the clear
element before me. Had the apples of Sodom turned to ashes in my mouth, I could not have felt amore startling revulsion. A single drop of the cold fluid seemed to freeze every drop of blood in my
body; the fever that had been burning in my veins gave place on the instant to death-like chills,
which shook me one aer another like so many shocks of electricity, while the perspiration
produced by my late violent exertions congealed in icy beads upon my forehead. My thirst was
gone, and I fairly loathed the water. Starting to my feet, the sight of those dank rocks, oozing forth
moisture at every crevice, and the dark stream shooting along its dismal channel, sent fresh chills
through my shivering frame, and I felt as uncontrollable a desire to climb up towards the genial
sunlight as I before had to descend the ravine.
Aer two hours’ perilous exertions we stood upon the summit of another ridge, and it was with
difficulty I could bring myself to believe that we had ever penetrated the black and yawning chasm
which then gaped at our feet. Again we gazed upon the prospect which the height commanded,
but it was just as depressing as the one which had before met our eyes. I now felt that in our present
situation it was in vain for us to think of ever overcoming the obstacles in our way, and I gave up
all thoughts of reaching the vale which lay beyond this series of impediments; while at the same
time I could not devise any scheme to extricate ourselves from the difficulties in which we were
involved.
e remotest idea of returning to Nukuheva, unless assured of our vessel’s departure, never once
entered my mind, and indeed it was questionable whether we could have succeeded in reaching it,
divided as we were from the bay by a distance we could not compute, and perplexed too in our
remembrance of localities by our recent wanderings. Besides, it was unendurable the thought of
retracing our steps and rendering all our painful exertions of no avail.
ere is scarcely anything when a man is in difficulties that he is more disposed to look upon
with abhorrence than a rightabout retrograde movement—a systematic going over of the already
trodden ground: and especially if he has a love of adventure, such a course appears indescribably
repulsive, so long as there remains the least hope to be derived from braving untried difficulties.
It was this feeling that prompted us to descend the opposite side of the elevation we had just
scaled, although with what definite object in view it would have been impossible for either of us to
tell.
Without exchanging a syllable upon the subject, Toby and myself simultaneously renounced the
design which had lured us thus far—perceiving in each other’s countenances that desponding
expression which speaks more eloquently than words.
Together we stood towards the close of this weary day in the cavity of the third gorge we had
entered, wholly incapacitated for any further exertion, until restored to some degree of strength by
food and repose.
We seated ourselves upon the least uncomfortable spot we could select, and Toby produced
from the bosom of his frock the sacred package. In silence we partook of the small morsel of
refreshment that had been le from the morning’s repast, and without once proposing to violate
the sanctity of our engagement with respect to the remainder, we rose to our feet, and proceeded to
construct some sort of shelter under which we might obtain the sleep we so greatly needed.
Fortunately the spot was better adapted to our purpose than the one in which we had passed the
last wretched night. We cleared away the tall reeds from the small but almost level bit of ground,
and twisted them into a low basket-like hut, which we covered with a profusion of long thick
leaves, gathered from a tree near at hand. We disposed them thickly all around, reserving only a
slight opening that barely permitted us to crawl under the shelter we had thus obtained.
ese deep recesses, though protected from the winds that assail the summits of their loy sides,
are damp and chill to a degree that one would hardly anticipate in such a climate; and being
unprovided with anything but our woollen frocks and thin duck trousers to resist the cold of the
place, we were the more solicitous to render our habitation for the night as comfortable as we
could. Accordingly, in addition to what we had already done, we plucked down all the leaves
within our reach and threw them in a heap over our little hut, into which we now crept, raking
after us a reserved supply to form our couch.
at night nothing but the pain I suffered prevented me from sleeping most refreshingly. As it
was, I caught two or three naps, while Toby slept away at my side as soundly as though he had beensandwiched between two Holland sheets. Luckily it did not rain, and we were preserved from the
misery which a heavy shower would have occasioned us. In the morning I was awakened by the
sonorous voice of my companion ringing in my ears and bidding me rise. I crawled out from our
heap of leaves, and was astonished at the change which a good night’s rest had wrought in his
appearance. He was as blithe and joyous as a young bird, and was staying the keenness of his
morning’s appetite by chewing the so bark of a delicate branch he held in his hand, and he
recommended the like to me as an admirable antidote against the gnawings of hunger.
For my own part, though feeling materially better than I had done the preceding evening, I
could not look at the limb that had pained me so violently at intervals during the last twenty-four
hours, without experiencing a sense of alarm that I strove in vain to shake off. Unwilling to disturb
the flow of my comrade’s spirits, I managed to stifle the complaints to which I might otherwise
have given vent, and calling upon him good-humouredly to speed our banquet, I prepared myself
for it by washing in the stream. is operation concluded, we swallowed, or rather absorbed, by a
peculiar kind of slow sucking process, our respective morsels of nourishment, and then entered
into a discussion as to the steps is was necessary for us to pursue.
‘What’s to be done now?’ inquired I, rather dolefully.
‘Descend into that same valley we descried yesterday.’ rejoined Toby, with a rapidity and
loudness of utterance that almost led me to suspect he had been slyly devouring the broadside of an
ox in some of the adjoining thickets. ‘What else,’ he continued, ‘remains for us to do but that, to be
sure? Why, we shall both starve to a certainty if we remain here; and as to your fears of those
Typees—depend upon it, it is all nonsense.’
‘It is impossible that the inhabitants of such a lovely place as we saw can be anything else but
good fellows; and if you choose rather to perish with hunger in one of these soppy caverns, I for
one prefer to chance a bold descent into the valley, and risk the consequences’.
‘And who is to pilot us thither,’ I asked, ‘even if we should decide upon the measure you
propose? Are we to go again up and down those precipices that we crossed yesterday, until we reach
the place we started from, and then take a flying leap from the cliffs to the valley?’
‘Faith, I didn’t think of that,’ said Toby; ‘sure enough, both sides of the valley appeared to be
hemmed in by precipices, didn’t they?’
‘Yes,’ answered I, ‘as steep as the sides of a line-of-battle ship, and about a hundred times as
high.’ My companion sank his head upon his breast, and remained for a while in deep thought.
Suddenly he sprang to his feet, while his eyes lighted up with that gleam of intelligence that marks
the presence of some bright idea.
‘Yes, yes,’ he exclaimed; ‘the streams all run in the same direction, and must necessarily flow
into the valley before they reach the sea; all we have to do is just to follow this stream, and sooner
or later it will lead us into the vale.’
‘You are right, Toby,’ I exclaimed, ‘you are right; it must conduct us thither, and quickly too;
for, see with what a steep inclination the water descends.’
‘It does, indeed,’ burst forth my companion, overjoyed at my verification of his theory, ‘it does
indeed; why, it is as plain as a pike-staff. Let us proceed at once; come, throw away all those stupid
ideas about the Typees, and hurrah for the lovely valley of the Happars.’
‘You will have it to be Happar, I see, my dear fellow; pray Heaven you may not find yourself
deceived,’ observed I, with a shake of my head.
‘Amen to all that, and much more,’ shouted Toby, rushing forward; ‘but Happar it is, for
nothing else than Happar can it be. So glorious a valley—such forests of bread-fruit trees—such
groves of cocoanut—such wilderness of guava-bushes! Ah! shipmate! don’t linger behind: in the
name of all delightful fruits, I am dying to be at them. Come on, come on; shove ahead, there’s a
lively lad; never mind the rocks; kick them out of the way, as I do; and tomorrow, old fellow, take
my word for it, we shall be in clover. Come on;’ and so saying, he dashed along the ravine like a
madman, forgetting my inability to keep up with him. In a few minutes, however, the exuberance
of his spirits abated, and, pausing for a while, he permitted me to overtake him.
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perilous passage of the ravine—descent into the valley.
THE fearless confidence of Toby was contagious, and I began to adopt the Happar side of the
question. I could not, however, overcome a certain feeling of trepidation as we made our way along
these gloomy solitudes. Our progress, at first comparatively easy, became more and more difficult.
e bed of the watercourse was covered with fragments of broken rocks, which had fallen from
above, offering so many obstructions to the course of the rapid stream, which vexed and fretted
about them,—forming at intervals small waterfalls, pouring over into deep basins, or splashing
wildly upon heaps of stones.
From the narrowness of the gorge, and the steepness of its sides, there was no mode of advancing
but by wading through the water; stumbling every moment over the impediments which lay
hidden under its surface, or tripping against the huge roots of trees. But the most annoying
hindrance we encountered was from a multitude of crooked boughs, which, shooting out almost
horizontally from the sides of the chasm, twisted themselves together in fantastic masses almost to
the surface of the stream, affording us no passage except under the low arches which they formed.
Under these we were obliged to crawl on our hands and feet, sliding along the oozy surface of the
rocks, or slipping into the deep pools, and with scarce light enough to guide us. Occasionally we
would strike our heads against some projecting limb of a tree; and while imprudently engaged in
rubbing the injured part, would fall sprawling amongst flinty fragments, cutting and bruising
ourselves, whilst the unpitying waters flowed over our prostrate bodies. Belzoni, worming himself
through the subterranean passages of the Egyptian catacombs, could not have met with great
impediments than those we here encountered. But we struggled against them manfully, well
knowing our only hope lay in advancing.
Towards sunset we halted at a spot where we made preparations for passing the night. Here we
constructed a hut, in much the same way as before, and crawling into it, endeavoured to forget our
sufferings. My companion, I believe, slept pretty soundly; but at day break, when we rolled out of
our dwelling, I felt nearly disqualified for any further efforts. Toby prescribed as a remedy for my
illness the contents of one of our little silk packages, to be taken at once in a single dose. To this
species of medical treatment, however, I would by no means accede, much as he insisted upon it;
and so we partook of our usual morsel, and silently resumed our journey. It was now the fourth day
since we le Nukuheva, and the gnawings of hunger became painfully acute. We were fain to
pacify them by chewing the tender bark of roots and twigs, which, if they did not afford us
nourishment, were at least sweet and pleasant to the taste.
Our progress along the steep watercourse was necessarily slow, and by noon we had not
advanced more than a mile. It was somewhere near this part of the day that the noise of falling
waters, which we had faintly caught in the early morning, became more distinct; and it was not
long before we were arrested by a rocky precipice of nearly a hundred feet in depth, that extended
all across the channel, and over which the wild stream poured in an unbroken leap. On each hand
the walls of the ravine presented their overhanging sides both above and below the fall, affording
no means whatever of avoiding the cataract by taking a circuit round it.
‘What’s to be done now, Toby?’ said I.
‘Why,’ rejoined he, ‘as we cannot retreat, I suppose we must keep shoving along.’
‘Very true, my dear Toby; but how do you purpose accomplishing that desirable object?’
‘By jumping from the top of the fall, if there be no other way,’ unhesitatingly replied my
companion: ‘it will be much the quickest way of descent; but as you are not quite as active as I am,
we will try some other way.’
And, so saying, he crept cautiously along and peered over into the abyss, while I remained
wondering by what possible means we could overcome this apparently insuperable obstruction. Assoon as my companion had completed his survey, I eagerly inquired the result.
‘e result of my observations you wish to know, do you?’ began Toby, deliberately, with one of
his odd looks: ‘well, my lad, the result of my observations is very quickly imparted. It is at present
uncertain which of our two necks will have the honour to be broken first; but about a hundred to
one would be a fair bet in favour of the man who takes the first jump.’
‘Then it is an impossible thing, is it?’ inquired I gloomily.
‘No, shipmate; on the contrary, it is the easiest thing in life: the only awkward point is the sort
of usage which our unhappy limbs may receive when we arrive at the bottom, and what sort of
travelling trim we shall be in aerwards. But follow me now, and I will show you the only chance
we have.’ With this he conducted me to the verge of the cataract, and pointed along the side of the
ravine to a number of curious looking roots, some three or four inches in thickness, and several
feet long, which, aer twisting among the fissures of the rock, shot perpendicularly from it and ran
tapering to a point in the air, hanging over the gulf like so many dark icicles. ey covered nearly
the entire surface of one side of the gorge, the lowest of them reaching even to the water. Many
were moss grown and decayed, with their extremities snapped short off, and those in the
immediate vicinity of the fall were slippery with moisture.
Toby’s scheme, and it was a desperate one, was to entrust ourselves to these treacherous-looking
roots, and by slipping down from one to another to gain the bottom.
‘Are you ready to venture it?’ asked Toby, looking at me earnestly but without saying a word as
to the practicability of the plan.
‘I am,’ was my reply; for I saw it was our only resource if we wished to advance, and as for
retreating, all thoughts of that sort had been long abandoned.
Aer I had signified my assent, Toby, without uttering a a single word, crawled along the
dripping ledge until he gained a point from whence he could just reach one of the largest of the
pendant roots; he shook it—it quivered in his grasp, and when he let it go it twanged in the air like
a strong, wire sharply struck. Satisfied by his scrutiny, my light limbed companion swung himself
nimbly upon it, and twisting his legs round it in sailor fashion, slipped down eight or ten feet,
where his weight gave it a motion not un-like that of a pendulum. He could not venture to
descend any further; so holding on with one hand, he with the other shook one by one all the
slender roots around him, and at last, finding one which he thought trustworthy, shied him self
to it and continued his downward progress.
So far so well; but I could not avoid comparing my heavier frame and disabled condition with
his light figure and remarkable activity; but there was no help for it, and in less than a minute’s
time I was swinging directly over his head. As soon as his upturned eyes caught a glimpse of me, he
exclaimed in his usual dry tone, for the danger did not seem to daunt him in the least, ‘Mate, do
me the kindness not to fall until I get out of your way;’ and then swinging himself more on one
side, he continued his descent. In the mean time I cautiously transferred myself from the limb
down which I had been slipping to a couple of others that were near it, deeming two strings to my
bow better than one, and taking care to test their strength before I trusted my weight to them.
On arriving towards the end of the second stage in this vertical journey, and shaking the long
roots which were round me, to my consternation they snapped off one aer another like so many
pipe stems, and fell in fragments against the side of the gulf, splashing at last into the waters
beneath.
As one aer another the treacherous roots yielded to my grasp, and fell into the torrent, my
heart sunk within me. e branches on which I was suspended over the yawning chasm swang to
and fro in the air, and I expected them every moment to snap in twain. Appalled at the dreadful
fate that menaced me, I clutched frantically at the only large root which remained near me, but in
vain; I could not reach it, though my fingers were within a few inches of it. Again and again I tried
to reach it, until at length, maddened with the thought of my situation, I swayed myself violently
by striking my foot against the side of the rock, and at the instant that I approached the large root
caught desperately at it, and transferred myself to it. It vibrated violently under the sudden weight,
but fortunately did not give way.
My brain grew dizzy with the idea of the frightful risk I had just run, and I involuntarily closedmy eyes to shut out the view of the depth beneath me. For the instant I was safe, and I uttered a
devout ejaculation of thanksgiving for my escape.
‘Pretty well done,’ shouted Toby underneath me; ‘you are nimbler than I thought you to be—
hopping about up there from root to root like any young squirrel. As soon as you have diverted
yourself sufficiently, I would advise you to proceed.’
‘Aye, aye, Toby, all in good time: two or three more such famous roots as this, and I shall be
with you.’
e residue of my downward progress was comparatively easy; the roots were in greater
abundance, and in one or two places jutting out points of rock assisted me greatly. In a few
moments I was standing by the side of my companion.
Substituting a stout stick for the one I had thrown aside at the top of the precipice, we now
continued our course along the bed of the ravine. Soon we were saluted by a sound in advance, that
grew by degrees louder and louder, as the noise of the cataract we were leaving behind gradually
died on our ears.
‘Another precipice for us, Toby.’
‘Very good; we can descend them, you know—come on.’
Nothing indeed appeared to depress or intimidate this intrepid fellow. Typees or Niagaras, he
was as ready to engage one as the other, and I could not avoid a thousand times congratulating
myself upon having such a companion in an enterprise like the present.
Aer an hour’s painful progress, we reached the verge of another fall, still loier than the
preceding and flanked both above and below with the same steep masses of rock, presenting,
however, here and there narrow irregular ledges, supporting a shallow soil, on which grew a variety
of bushes and trees, whose bright verdure contrasted beautifully with the foamy waters that flowed
between them.
Toby, who invariably acted as pioneer, now proceeded to reconnoitre. On his return, he
reported that the shelves of rock on our right would enable us to gain with little risk the bottom of
the cataract. Accordingly, leaving the bed of the stream at the very point where it thundered down,
we began crawling along one of those sloping ledges until it carried us to within a few feet of
another that inclined downwards at a still sharper angle, and upon which, by assisting each other
we managed to alight in safety. We warily crept along this, steadying ourselves by the naked roots
of the shrubs that clung to every fissure. As we proceeded, the narrow path became still more
contracted, rendering it difficult for us to maintain our footing, until suddenly, as we reached an
angle of the wall of rock where we had expected it to widen, we perceived to our consternation that
a yard or two further on it abruptly terminated at a place we could not possibly hope to pass.
Toby as usual led the van, and in silence I waited to learn from him how he proposed to
extricate us from this new difficulty.
‘Well, my boy,’ I exclaimed, aer the expiration of several minutes, during which time my
companion had not uttered a word, ‘what’s to be done now?’
He replied in a tranquil tone, that probably the best thing we could do in our present strait was
to get out of it as soon as possible.
‘Yes, my dear Toby, but tell me how we are to get out of it.’
‘Something in this sort of style,’ he replied, and at the same moment to my horror he slipped
sideways off the rocks and, as I then thought, by good fortune merely, alighted among the
spreading branches of a species of palm tree, that shooting its hardy roots along a ledge below,
curved its trunk upwards into the air, and presented a thick mass of foliage about twenty feet below
the spot where we had thus suddenly been brought to a standstill. I involuntarily held my breath,
expecting to see the form of my companion, aer being sustained for a moment by the branches of
the tree, sink through their frail support, and fall headlong to the bottom. To my surprise and joy,
however, he recovered himself, and disentangling his limbs from the fractured branches, he peered
out from his leafy bed, and shouted lustily, ‘Come on, my hearty there is no other alternative!’ and
with this he ducked beneath the foliage, and slipping down the trunk, stood in a moment at least
fifty feet beneath me, upon the broad shelf of rock from which sprung the tree he had descended.
What would I not have given at that moment to have been by his side. e feat he had justaccomplished seemed little less than miraculous, and I could hardly credit the evidence of my
senses when I saw the wide distance that a single daring act had so suddenly placed between us.
Toby’s animating ‘come on’ again sounded in my ears, and dreading to lose all confidence in
myself if I remained meditating upon the step, I once more gazed down to assure myself of the
relative bearing of the tree and my own position, and then closing my eyes and uttering one
comprehensive ejaculation of prayer, I inclined myself over towards the abyss, and aer one
breathless instant fell with a crash into the tree, the branches snapping and cracking with my
weight, as I sunk lower and lower among them, until I was stopped by coming in contact with a
sturdy limb.
In a few moments I was standing at the foot of the tree manipulating myself all over with a view
of ascertaining the extent of the injuries I had received. To my surprise the only effects of my feat
were a few slight contusions too trifling to care about. e rest of our descent was easily
accomplished, and in half an hour aer regaining the ravine we had partaken of our evening
morsel, built our hut as usual, and crawled under its shelter.
e next morning, in spite of our debility and the agony of hunger under which we were now
suffering, though neither of us confessed to the fact, we struggled along our dismal and still
difficult and dangerous path, cheered by the hope of soon catching a glimpse of the valley before
us, and towards evening the voice of a cataract which had for some time sounded like a low deep
bass to the music of the smaller waterfalls, broke upon our ears in still louder tones, and assured us
that we were approaching its vicinity.
at evening we stood on the brink of a precipice, over which the dark stream bounded in one
final leap of full 300 feet. e sheer descent terminated in the region we so long had sought. On
each side of the fall, two loy and perpendicular bluffs buttressed the sides of the enormous cliff,
and projected into the sea of verdure with which the valley waved, and a range of similar projecting
eminences stood disposed in a half circle about the head if the vale. A thick canopy of trees hung
over the very verge of the fall, leaving an arched aperture for the passage of the waters, which
imparted a strange picturesqueness to the scene.
e valley was now before us; but instead of being conducted into its smiling bosom by the
gradual descent of the deep watercourse we had thus far pursued, all our labours now appeared to
have been rendered futile by its abrupt termination. But, bitterly disappointed, we did not entirely
despair.
As it was now near sunset we determined to pass the night where we were, and on the morrow,
refreshed by sleep, and by eating at one meal all our stock of food, to accomplish a descent into the
valley, or perish in the attempt.
We laid ourselves down that night on a spot, the recollection of which still makes me shudder.
A small table of rock which projected over the precipice on one side of the stream, and was
drenched by the spray of the fall, sustained a huge trunk of a tree which must have been deposited
there by some heavy freshet. It lay obliquely, with one end resting on the rock and the other
supported by the side of the ravine. Against it we placed in a sloping direction a number of the half
decayed boughs that were strewn about, and covering the whole with twigs and leaves, awaited the
morning’s light beneath such shelter as it afforded.
During the whole of this night the continual roaring of the cataract—the dismal moaning of
the gale through the trees—the pattering of the rain, and the profound darkness, affected my
spirits to a degree which nothing had ever before produced. Wet, half famished, and chilled to the
heart with the dampness of the place, and nearly wild with the pain I endured, I fairly cowered
down to the earth under this multiplication of hardships, and abandoned myself to frightful
anticipations of evil; and my companion, whose spirit at last was a good deal broken, scarcely
uttered a word during the whole night.
At length the day dawned upon us, and rising from our miserable pallet, we stretched our
stiffened joints, and aer eating all that remained of our bread, prepared for the last stage of our
journey. I will not recount every hair-breadth escape, and every fearful difficulty that occurred
before we succeeded in reaching the bosom of the valley. As I have already described similar scenes,
it will be sufficient to say that at length, aer great toil and great dangers, we both stood with nolimbs broken at the head of that magnificent vale which five days before had so suddenly burst
upon my sight, and almost beneath the shadow of those very cliffs from whose summits we had
gazed upon the prospect.
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the head of the valley—cautious advance—a path—fruit—discovery of two of the
natives—their singular conduct—approach towards the inhabited parts of the vale—
sensation produced by our appearance—reception at the house of one of the natives.
HOW to obtain the fruit which we felt convinced must grow near at hand was our first thought.
Typee or Happar? A frightful death at the hands of the fiercest of cannibals, or a kindly
reception from a gentler race of savages? Which? But it was too late now to discuss a question
which would so soon be answered.
e part of the valley in which we found ourselves appeared to be altogether uninhabited. An
almost impenetrable thicket extended from side to side, without presenting a single plant affording
the nourishment we had confidently calculated upon; and with this object, we followed the course
of the stream, casting quick glances as we proceeded into the thick jungles on each hand. My
companion—to whose solicitations I had yielded in descending into the valley—now that the step
was taken, began to manifest a degree of caution I had little expected from him. He proposed that
in the event of our finding an adequate supply of fruit, we should remain in this unfrequented
portion of the country—where we should run little chance of being surprised by its occupants,
whoever they might be—until sufficiently recruited to resume our journey; when laying a store of
food equal to our wants, we might easily regain the bay of Nukuheva, aer the lapse of a sufficient
interval to ensure the departure of our vessel.
I objected strongly to this proposition, plausible as it was, as the difficulties of the route would
be almost insurmountable, unacquainted as we were with the general bearings of the country, and I
reminded my companion of the hardships which we had already encountered in our uncertain
wanderings; in a word, I said that since we had deemed it advisable to enter the valley, we ought
manfully to face the consequences, whatever they might be; the more especially as I was convinced
there was no alternative le us but to fall in with the natives at once, and boldly risk the reception
they might give us; and that as to myself, I felt the necessity of rest and shelter, and that until I had
obtained them, I should be wholly unable to encounter such sufferings as we had lately passed
through. To the justice of these observations Toby somewhat reluctantly assented.
We were surprised that, aer moving as far as we had along the valley, we should still meet with
the same impervious thickets; and thinking, that although the borders of the stream might be lined
for some distance with them, yet beyond there might be more open ground, I requested Toby to
keep a bright look-out upon one side, while I did the same on the other, in order to discover some
opening in the bushes, and especially to watch for the slightest appearance of a path or anything
else that might indicate the vicinity of the islanders.
What furtive and anxious glances we cast into those dim-looking shadows! With what
apprehensions we proceeded, ignorant at what moment we might be greeted by the javelin of some
ambushed savage. At last my companion paused, and directed my attention to a narrow opening in
the foliage. We struck into it, and it soon brought us by an indistinctly traced path to a
comparatively clear space, at the further end of which we descried a number of the trees, the native
name of which is ‘annuee’, and which bear a most delicious fruit. What a race! I hobbling over the
ground like some decrepid wretch, and Toby leaping forward like a greyhound. He quickly cleared
one of the trees on which there were two or three of the fruit, but to our chagrin they proved to be
much decayed; the rinds partly opened by the birds, and their hearts half devoured. However, we
quickly despatched them, and no ambrosia could have been more delicious.
We looked about us uncertain whither to direct our steps, since the path we had so far followed
appeared to be lost in the open space around us. At last we resolved to enter a grove near at hand,
and had advanced a few rods, when, just upon its skirts, I picked up a slender bread-fruit shoot
perfectly green, and with the tender bark freshly stripped from it. It was still slippery withmoisture, and appeared as if it had been but that moment thrown aside. I said nothing, but merely
held it up to Toby, who started at this undeniable evidence of the vicinity of the savages.
e plot was now thickening.—A short distance further lay a little faggot of the same shoots
bound together with a strip of bark. Could it have been thrown down by some solitary native,
who, alarmed at seeing us, had hurried forward to carry the tidings of our approach to his
countrymen?—Typee or Happar?—But it was too late to recede, so we moved on slowly, my
companion in advance casting eager glances under the trees on each side, until all at once I saw him
recoil as if stung by an adder. Sinking on his knee, he waved me off with one hand, while with the
other he held aside some intervening leaves, and gazed intently at some object.
Disregarding his injunction, I quickly approached him and caught a glimpse of two figures
partly hidden by the dense foliage; they were standing close together, and were perfectly
motionless. They must have previously perceived us, and withdrawn into the depths of the wood to
elude our observation.
My mind was at once made up. Dropping my staff, and tearing open the package of things we
had brought from the ship, I unrolled the cotton cloth, and holding it in one hand picked with the
other a twig from the bushes beside me, and telling Toby to follow my example, I broke through
the covert and advanced, waving the branch in token of peace towards the shrinking forms before
me. ey were a boy and a girl, slender and graceful, and completely naked, with the exception of
a slight girdle of bark, from which depended at opposite points two of the russet leaves of the
bread-fruit tree. An arm of the boy, half screened from sight by her wild tresses, was thrown about
the neck of the girl, while with the other he held one of her hands in his; and thus they stood
together, their heads inclined forward, catching the faint noise we made in our progress, and with
one foot in advance, as if half inclined to fly from our presence.
As we drew near, their alarm evidently increased. Apprehensive that they might fly from us
altogether, I stopped short and motioned them to advance and receive the gi I extended towards
them, but they would not; I then uttered a few words of their language with which I was
acquainted, scarcely expected that they would understand me, but to show that we had not dropped
from the clouds upon them. is appeared to give them a little confidence, so I approached nearer,
presenting the cloth with one hand, and holding the bough with the other, while they slowly
retreated. At last they suffered us to approach so near to them that we were enabled to throw the
cotton cloth across their shoulders, giving them to understand that it was theirs, and by a variety of
gestures endeavouring to make them understand that we entertained the highest possible regard for
them.
e frightened pair now stood still, whilst we endeavoured to make them comprehend the
nature of our wants. In doing this Toby went through with a complete series of pantomimic
illustrations—opening his mouth from ear to ear, and thrusting his fingers down his throat,
gnashing his teeth and rolling his eyes about, till I verily believe the poor creatures took us for a
couple of white cannibals who were about to make a meal of them. When, however, they
understood us, they showed no inclination to relieve our wants. At this juncture it began to rain
violently, and we motioned them to lead us to some place of shelter. With this request they
appeared willing to comply, but nothing could evince more strongly the apprehension with which
they regarded us, than the way in which, whilst walking before us, they kept their eyes constantly
turned back to watch every movement we made, and even our very looks.
‘Typee or Happar, Toby?’ asked I as we walked after them.
‘Of course Happar,’ he replied, with a show of confidence which was intended to disguise his
doubts.
‘We shall soon know,’ I exclaimed; and at the same moment I stepped forward towards our
guides, and pronouncing the two names interrogatively and pointing to the lowest part of the
valley, endeavoured to come to the point at once. ey repeated the words aer me again and
again, but without giving any peculiar emphasis to either, so that I was completely at a loss to
understand them; for a couple of wilier young things than we aerwards found them to have been
on this particular occasion never probably fell in any traveller’s way.
More and more curious to ascertain our fate, I now threw together in the form of a question thewords ‘Happar’ and ‘Motarkee’, the latter being equivalent to the word ‘good’. e two natives
interchanged glances of peculiar meaning with one another at this, and manifested no little
surprise; but on the repetition of the question aer some consultation together, to the great joy of
Toby, they answered in the affirmative. Toby was now in ecstasies, especially as the young savages
continued to reiterate their answer with great energy, as though desirous of impressing us with the
idea that being among the Happars, we ought to consider ourselves perfectly secure.
Although I had some lingering doubts, I feigned great delight with Toby at this announcement,
while my companion broke out into a pantomimic abhorrence of Typee, and immeasurable love
for the particular valley in which we were; our guides all the while gazing uneasily at one another
as if at a loss to account for our conduct.
ey hurried on, and we followed them; until suddenly they set up a strange halloo, which was
answered from beyond the grove through which we were passing, and the next moment we
entered upon some open ground, at the extremity of which we descried a long, low hut, and in
front of it were several young girls. As soon as they perceived us they fled with wild screams into
the adjoining thickets, like so many startled fawns. A few moments aer the whole valley
resounded with savage outcries, and the natives came running towards us from every direction.
Had an army of invaders made an irruption into their territory they could not have evinced
greater excitement. We were soon completely encircled by a dense throng, and in their eager desire
to behold us they almost arrested our progress; an equal number surrounded our youthful guides,
who with amazing volubility appeared to be detailing the circumstances which had attended their
meeting with us. Every item of intelligence appeared to redouble the astonishment of the islanders,
and they gazed at us with inquiring looks.
At last we reached a large and handsome building of bamboos, and were by signs told to enter it,
the natives opening a lane for us through which to pass; on entering without ceremony, we threw
our exhausted frames upon the mats that covered the floor. In a moment the slight tenement was
completely full of people, whilst those who were unable to obtain admittance gazed at us through
its open cane-work.
It was now evening, and by the dim light we could just discern the savage countenances around
us, gleaming with wild curiosity and wonder; the naked forms and tattooed limbs of brawny
warriors, with here and there the slighter figures of young girls, all engaged in a perfect storm of
conversation, of which we were of course the one only theme, whilst our recent guides were fully
occupied in answering the innumerable questions which every one put to them. Nothing can
exceed the fierce gesticulation of these people when animated in conversation, and on this occasion
they gave loose to all their natural vivacity, shouting and dancing about in a manner that well nigh
intimidated us.
Close to where we lay, squatting upon their haunches, were some eight or ten noble-looking
chiefs—for such they subsequently proved to be—who, more reserved than the rest, regarded us
with a fixed and stern attention, which not a little discomposed our equanimity. One of them in
particular, who appeared to be the highest in rank, placed himself directly facing me, looking at me
with a rigidity of aspect under which I absolutely quailed. He never once opened his lips, but
maintained his severe expression of countenance, without turning his face aside for a single
moment. Never before had I been subjected to so strange and steady a glance; it revealed nothing
of the mind of the savage, but it appeared to be reading my own.
Aer undergoing this scrutiny till I grew absolutely nervous, with a view of diverting it if
possible, and conciliating the good opinion of the warrior, I took some tobacco from the bosom of
my frock and offered it to him. He quietly rejected the proffered gi, and, without speaking,
motioned me to return it to its place.
In my previous intercourse with the natives of Nukuheva and Tior, I had found that the present
of a small piece of tobacco would have rendered any of them devoted to my service. Was this act of
the chief a token of his enmity? Typee or Happar? I asked within myself. I started, for at the same
moment this identical question was asked by the strange being before me. I turned to Toby, the
flickering light of a native taper showed me his countenance pale with trepidation at this fatal
question. I paused for a second, and I know not by what impulse it was that I answered ‘Typee’.e piece of dusky statuary nodded in approval, and then murmured ‘Motarkee!’ ‘Motarkee,’ said
I, without further hesitation ‘Typee motarkee.’
What a transition! e dark figures around us leaped to their feet, clapped their hands in
transport, and shouted again and again the talismanic syllables, the utterance of which appeared to
have settled everything.
When this commotion had a little subsided, the principal chief squatted once more before me,
and throwing himself into a sudden rage, poured forth a string of philippics, which I was at no loss
to understand, from the frequent recurrence of the word Happar, as being directed against the
natives of the adjoining valley. In all these denunciations my companion and I acquiesced, while
we extolled the character of the warlike Typees. To be sure our panegyrics were somewhat laconic,
consisting in the repetition of that name, united with the potent adjective ‘motarkee’. But this was
sufficient, and served to conciliate the good will of the natives, with whom our congeniality of
sentiment on this point did more towards inspiring a friendly feeling than anything else that could
have happened.
At last the wrath of the chief evaporated, and in a few moments he was as placid as ever. Laying
his hand upon his breast, he gave me to understand that his name was ‘Mehevi’, and that, in return,
he wished me to communicate my appellation. I hesitated for an instant, thinking that it might be
difficult for him to pronounce my real name, and then with the most praiseworthy intentions
intimated that I was known as ‘Tom’. But I could not have made a worse selection; the chief could
not master it. ‘Tommo,’ ‘Tomma’, ‘Tommee’, everything but plain ‘Tom’. As he persisted in
garnishing the word with an additional syllable, I compromised the matter with him at the word
‘Tommo’; and by that name I went during the entire period of my stay in the valley. e same
proceeding was gone through with Toby, whose mellifluous appellation was more easily caught.
An exchange of names is equivalent to a ratification of good will and amity among these simple
people; and as we were aware of this fact, we were delighted that it had taken place on the present
occasion.
Reclining upon our mats, we now held a kind of levee, giving audience to successive troops of
the natives, who introduced themselves to us by pronouncing their respective names, and retired in
high good humour on receiving ours in return. During this ceremony the greatest merriment
prevailed nearly every announcement on the part of the islanders being followed by a fresh sally of
gaiety, which induced me to believe that some of them at least were innocently diverting the
company at our expense, by bestowing upon themselves a string of absurd titles, of the humour of
which we were of course entirely ignorant.
All this occupied about an hour, when the throng having a little diminished, I turned to Mehevi
and gave him to understand that we were in need of food and sleep. Immediately the attentive
chief addressed a few words to one of the crowd, who disappeared, and returned in a few moments
with a calabash of ‘poee-poee’, and two or three young cocoanuts stripped of their husks, and with
their shells partly broken. We both of us forthwith placed one of these natural goblets to our lips,
and drained it in a moment of the refreshing draught it contained. e poee-poee was then placed
before us, and even famished as I was, I paused to consider in what manner to convey it to my
mouth.
is staple article of food among the Marquese islanders is manufactured from the produce of
the bread-fruit tree. It somewhat resembles in its plastic nature our bookbinders’ paste, is of a
yellow colour, and somewhat tart to the taste.
Such was the dish, the merits of which I was now eager to discuss. I eyed it wistfully for a
moment, and then, unable any longer to stand on ceremony, plunged my hand into the yielding
mass, and to the boisterous mirth of the natives drew it forth laden with the poee-poee, which
adhered in lengthy strings to every finger. So stubborn was its consistency, that in conveying my
heavily-weighted hand to my mouth, the connecting links almost raised the calabash from the
mats on which it had been placed. is display of awkwardness—in which, by-the-bye, Toby kept
me company—convulsed the bystanders with uncontrollable laughter.
As soon as their merriment had somewhat subsided, Mehevi, motioning us to be attentive,
dipped the forefinger of his right hand in the dish, and giving it a rapid and scientific twirl, drew itout coated smoothly with the preparation. With a second peculiar flourish he prevented the
poeepoee from dropping to the ground as he raised it to his mouth, into which the finger was inserted
and drawn forth perfectly free from any adhesive matter.
is performance was evidently intended for our instruction; so I again essayed the feat on the
principles inculcated, but with very ill success.
A starving man, however, little heeds conventional proprieties, especially on a South-Sea Island,
and accordingly Toby and I partook of the dish aer our own clumsy fashion, beplastering our
faces all over with the glutinous compound, and daubing our hands nearly to the wrist. is kind
of food is by no means disagreeable to the palate of a European, though at first the mode of eating
it may be. For my own part, aer the lapse of a few days I became accustomed to its singular
flavour, and grew remarkably fond of it.
So much for the first course; several other dishes followed it, some of which were positively
delicious. We concluded our banquet by tossing off the contents of two more young cocoanuts,
aer which we regaled ourselves with the soothing fumes of tobacco, inhaled from a quaintly
carved pipe which passed round the circle.
During the repast, the natives eyed us with intense curiosity, observing our minutest motions,
and appearing to discover abundant matter for comment in the most trifling occurrence. eir
surprise mounted the highest, when we began to remove our uncomfortable garments, which were
saturated with rain. ey scanned the whiteness of our limbs, and seemed utterly unable to
account for the contrast they presented to the swarthy hue of our faces embrowned from a six
months’ exposure to the scorching sun of the Line. They felt our skin, much in the same way that a
silk mercer would handle a remarkably fine piece of satin; and some of them went so far in their
investigation as to apply the olfactory organ.
eir singular behaviour almost led me to imagine that they never before had beheld a white
man; but a few moments’ reflection convinced me that this could not have been the case; and a
more satisfactory reason for their conduct has since suggested itself to my mind.
Deterred by the frightful stories related of its inhabitants, ships never enter this bay, while their
hostile relations with the tribes in the adjoining valleys prevent the Typees from visiting that
section of the island where vessels occasionally lie. At long intervals, however, some intrepid
captain will touch on the skirts of the bay, with two or three armed boats’ crews and accompanied
by interpreters. e natives who live near the sea descry the strangers long before they reach their
waters, and aware of the purpose for which they come, proclaim loudly the news of their approach.
By a species of vocal telegraph the intelligence reaches the inmost recesses of the vale in an
inconceivably short space of time, drawing nearly its whole population down to the beach laden
with every variety of fruit. e interpreter, who is invariably a ‘tabooed Kanaka’ (1), leaps ashore
with the goods intended for barter, while the boats, with their oars shipped, and every man on his
thwart, lie just outside the surf, heading off the shore, in readiness at the first untoward event to
escape to the open sea. As soon as the traffic is concluded, one of the boats pulls in under cover of
the muskets of the others, the fruit is quickly thrown into her, and the transient visitors
precipitately retire from what they justly consider so dangerous a vicinity.
e intercourse occurring with Europeans being so restricted, no wonder that the inhabitants of
the valley manifested so much curiosity with regard to us, appearing as we did among them under
such singular circumstances. I have no doubt that we were the first white men who ever penetrated
thus far back into their territories, or at least the first who had ever descended from the head of the
vale. What had brought us thither must have appeared a complete mystery to them, and from our
ignorance of the language it was impossible for us to enlighten them. In answer to inquiries which
the eloquence of their gestures enabled us to comprehend, all that we could reply was, that we had
come from Nukuheva, a place, be it remembered, with which they were at open war. is
intelligence appeared to affect them with the most lively emotions. ‘Nukuheva motarkee?’ they
asked. Of course we replied most energetically in the negative.
Then they plied us with a thousand questions, of which we could understand nothing more than
that they had reference to the recent movements of the French, against whom they seemed to
cherish the most fierce hatred. So eager were they to obtain information on this point, that theystill continued to propound their queries long aer we had shown that we were utterly unable to
answer them. Occasionally we caught some indistinct idea of their meaning, when we would
endeavour by every method in our power to communicate the desired intelligence. At such times
their gratification was boundless, and they would redouble their efforts to make us comprehend
them more perfectly. But all in vain; and in the end they looked at us despairingly, as if we were
the receptacles of invaluable information; but how to come at it they knew not.
Aer a while the group around us gradually dispersed, and we were le about midnight (as we
conjectured) with those who appeared to be permanent residents of the house. ese individuals
now provided us with fresh mats to lie upon, covered us with several folds of tappa, and then
extinguishing the tapers that had been burning, threw themselves down beside us, and aer a little
desultory conversation were soon sound asleep.
≈ ≈ ≈CChhaapptteerr XXII..
midnight reflections—morning visitors—a warrior in costume—a savage æsculapius—
practice of the healing art—body servant—a dwelling-house of the valley described—
portraits of its inmates.
VARIOUS and conflicting were the thoughts which oppressed me during the silent hours that
followed the events related in the preceding chapter. Toby, wearied with the fatigues of the day,
slumbered heavily by my side; but the pain under which I was suffering effectually prevented my
sleeping, and I remained distressingly alive to all the fearful circumstances of our present situation.
Was it possible that, aer all our vicissitudes, we were really in the terrible valley of Typee, and at
the mercy of its inmates, a fierce and unrelenting tribe of savages? Typee or Happar? I shuddered
when I reflected that there was no longer any room for doubt; and that, beyond all hope of escape,
we were now placed in those very circumstances from the bare thought of which I had recoiled
with such abhorrence but a few days before. What might not be our fearful destiny? To be sure, as
yet we had been treated with no violence; nay, had been even kindly and hospitably entertained.
But what dependence could be placed upon the fickle passions which sway the bosom of a savage?
His inconstancy and treachery are proverbial. Might it not be that beneath these fair appearances
the islanders covered some perfidious design, and that their friendly reception of us might only
precede some horrible catastrophe? How strongly did these forebodings spring up in my mind as I
lay restlessly upon a couch of mats surrounded by the dimly revealed forms of those whom I so
greatly dreaded!
From the excitement of these fearful thoughts I sank towards morning into an uneasy slumber;
and on awaking, with a start, in the midst of an appalling dream, looked up into the eager
countenance of a number of the natives, who were bending over me.
It was broad day; and the house was nearly filled with young females, fancifully decorated with
flowers, who gazed upon me as I rose with faces in which childish delight and curiosity were
vividly portrayed. Aer waking Toby, they seated themselves round us on the mats, and gave full
play to that prying inquisitiveness which time out of mind has been attributed to the adorable sex.
As these unsophisticated young creatures were attended by no jealous duennas, their proceedings
were altogether informal, and void of artificial restraint. Long and minute was the investigation
with which they honoured us, and so uproarious their mirth, that I felt infinitely sheepish; and
Toby was immeasurably outraged at their familiarity.
ese lively young ladies were at the same time wonderfully polite and humane; fanning aside
the insects that occasionally lighted on our brows; presenting us with food; and compassionately
regarding me in the midst of my afflictions. But in spite of all their blandishments, my feelings of
propriety were exceedingly shocked, for I could but consider them as having overstepped the due
limits of female decorum.
Having diverted themselves to their hearts’ content, our young visitants now withdrew, and
gave place to successive troops of the other sex, who continued flocking towards the house until
near noon; by which time I have no doubt that the greater part of the inhabitants of the valley had
bathed themselves in the light of our benignant countenances.
At last, when their numbers began to diminish, a superb-looking warrior stooped the towering
plumes of his head-dress beneath the low portal, and entered the house. I saw at once that he was
some distinguished personage, the natives regarding him with the utmost deference, and making
room for him as he approached. His aspect was imposing. e splendid long drooping tail-feathers
of the tropical bird, thickly interspersed with the gaudy plumage of the cock, were disposed in an
immense upright semicircle upon his head, their lower extremities being fixed in a crescent of
guinea-heads which spanned the forehead. Around his neck were several enormous necklaces of
boar’s tusks, polished like ivory, and disposed in such a manner as that the longest and largest wereupon his capacious chest. rust forward through the large apertures in his ears were two small
and finely-shaped sperm whale teeth, presenting their cavities in front, stuffed with
freshlyplucked leaves, and curiously wrought at the other end into strange little images and devices. ese
barbaric trinkets, garnished in this manner at their open extremities, and tapering and curving
round to a point behind the ear, resembled not a little a pair of cornucopias.
e loins of the warrior were girt about with heavy folds of a dark-coloured tappa, hanging
before and behind in clusters of braided tassels, while anklets and bracelets of curling human hair
completed his unique costume. In his right hand he grasped a beautifully carved paddle-spear,
nearly fieen feet in length, made of the bright koar-wood, one end sharply pointed, and the other
flattened like an oar-blade. Hanging obliquely from his girdle by a loop of sinnate was a richly
decorated pipe; the slender reed forming its stem was coloured with a red pigment, and round it, as
well as the idol-bowl, fluttered little streamers of the thinnest tappa.
But that which was most remarkable in the appearance of this splendid islander was the
elaborate tattooing displayed on every noble limb. All imaginable lines and curves and figures were
delineated over his whole body, and in their grotesque variety and infinite profusion I could only
compare them to the crowded groupings of quaint patterns we sometimes see in costly pieces of
lacework. e most simple and remarkable of all these ornaments was that which decorated the
countenance of the chief. Two broad stripes of tattooing, diverging from the centre of his shaven
crown, obliquely crossed both eyes—staining the lids—to a little below each ear, where they united
with another stripe which swept in a straight line along the lips and formed the base of the
triangle. e warrior, from the excellence of his physical proportions, might certainly have been
regarded as one of Nature’s noblemen, and the lines drawn upon his face may possibly have
denoted his exalted rank.
is warlike personage, upon entering the house, seated himself at some distance from the spot
where Toby and myself reposed, while the rest of the savages looked alternately from us to him, as
if in expectation of something they were disappointed in not perceiving. Regarding the chief
attentively, I thought his lineaments appeared familiar to me. As soon as his full face was turned
upon me, and I again beheld its extraordinary embellishment, and met the strange gaze to which I
had been subjected the preceding night, I immediately, in spite of the alteration in his appearance,
recognized the noble Mehevi. On addressing him, he advanced at once in the most cordial
manner, and greeting me warmly, seemed to enjoy not a little the effect his barbaric costume had
produced upon me.
I forthwith determined to secure, if possible, the good-will of this individual, as I easily
perceived he was a man of great authority in his tribe, and one who might exert a powerful
influence upon our subsequent fate. In the endeavour I was not repulsed; for nothing could surpass
the friendliness he manifested towards both my companion and myself. He extended his sturdy
limbs by our side, and endeavoured to make us comprehend the full extent of the kindly feelings
by which he was actuated. e almost insuperable difficulty in communicating to one another our
ideas affected the chief with no little mortification. He evinced a great desire to be enlightened
with regard to the customs and peculiarities of the far-off country we had le behind us, and to
which under the name of Maneeka he frequently alluded.
But that which more than any other subject engaged his attention was the late proceedings of
the ‘Frannee’ as he called the French, in the neighbouring bay of Nukuheva. is seemed a
neverending theme with him, and one concerning which he was never weary of interrogating us. All the
information we succeeded in imparting to him on this subject was little more than that we had
seen six men-of-war lying in the hostile bay at the time we had le it. When he received this
intelligence, Mehevi, by the aid of his fingers, went through a long numerical calculation, as if
estimating the number of Frenchmen the squadron might contain.
It was just aer employing his faculties in this way that he happened to notice the swelling in
my limb. He immediately examined it with the utmost attention, and aer doing so, despatched a
boy who happened to be standing by with some message.
Aer the lapse of a few moments the stripling re-entered the house with an aged islander, who
might have been taken for old Hippocrates himself. His head was as bald as the polished surface ofa cocoanut shell, which article it precisely resembled in smoothness and colour, while a long silvery
beard swept almost to his girdle of bark. Encircling his temples was a bandeau of the twisted leaves
of the Omoo tree, pressed closely over the brows to shield his feeble vision from the glare of the
sun. His tottering steps were supported by a long slim staff, resembling the wand with which a
theatrical magician appears on the stage, and in one hand he carried a freshly plaited fan of the
green leaflets of the cocoanut tree. A flowing robe of tappa, knotted over the shoulder, hung
loosely round his stooping form, and heightened the venerableness of his aspect.
Mehevi, saluting this old gentleman, motioned him to a seat between us, and then uncovering
my limb, desired him to examine it. e leech gazed intently from me to Toby, and then
proceeded to business. Aer diligently observing the ailing member, he commenced manipulating
it; and on the supposition probably that the complaint had deprived the leg of all sensation, began
to pinch and hammer it in such a manner that I absolutely roared with pain. inking that I was
as capable of making an application of thumps and pinches to the part as any one else, I
endeavoured to resist this species of medical treatment. But it was not so easy a matter to get out of
the clutches of the old wizard; he fastened on the unfortunate limb as if it were something for
which he had been long seeking, and muttering some kind of incantation continued his discipline,
pounding it aer a fashion that set me well nigh crazy; while Mehevi, upon the same principle
which prompts an affectionate mother to hold a struggling child in a dentist’s chair, restrained me
in his powerful grasp, and actually encouraged the wretch in this infliction of torture.
Almost frantic with rage and pain, I yelled like a bedlamite; while Toby, throwing himself into
all the attitudes of a posture-master, vainly endeavoured to expostulate with the natives by signs
and gestures. To have looked at my companion, as, sympathizing with my sufferings, he strove to
put an end to them, one would have thought that he was the deaf and dumb alphabet incarnated.
Whether my tormentor yielded to Toby’s entreaties, or paused from sheer exhaustion, I do not
know; but all at once he ceased his operations, and at the same time the chief relinquishing his
hold upon me, I fell back, faint and breathless with the agony I had endured.
My unfortunate limb was now le much in the same condition as a rump-steak aer
undergoing the castigating process which precedes cooking. My physician, having recovered from
the fatigues of his exertions, as if anxious to make amends for the pain to which he had subjected
me, now took some herbs out of a little wallet that was suspended from his waist, and moistening
them in water, applied them to the inflamed part, stooping over it at the same time, and either
whispering a spell, or having a little confidential chat with some imaginary demon located in the
calf of my leg. My limb was now swathed in leafy bandages, and grateful to Providence for the
cessation of hostilities, I was suffered to rest.
Mehevi shortly aer rose to depart; but before he went he spoke authoritatively to one of the
natives whom he addressed as Kory-Kory; and from the little I could understand of what took
place, pointed him out to me as a man whose peculiar business thenceforth would be to attend
upon my person. I am not certain that I comprehended as much as this at the time, but the
subsequent conduct of my trusty body-servant fully assured me that such must have been the case.
I could not but be amused at the manner in which the chief addressed me upon this occasion,
talking to me for at least fieen or twenty minutes as calmly as if I could understand every word
that he said. I remarked this peculiarity very often afterwards in many other of the islanders.
Mehevi having now departed, and the family physician having likewise made his exit, we were
le about sunset with ten or twelve natives, who by this time I had ascertained composed the
household of which Toby and I were members. As the dwelling to which we had been first
introduced was the place of my permanent abode while I remained in the valley, and as I was
necessarily placed upon the most intimate footing with its occupants, I may as well here enter into
a little description of it and its inhabitants. is description will apply also to nearly all the other
dwelling-places in the vale, and will furnish some idea of the generality of the natives.
Near one side of the valley, and about midway up the ascent of a rather abrupt rise of ground
waving with the richest verdure, a number of large stones were laid in successive courses, to the
height of nearly eight feet, and disposed in such a manner that their level surface corresponded in
shape with the habitation which was perched upon it. A narrow space, however, was reserved infront of the dwelling, upon the summit of this pile of stones (called by the natives a ‘pi-pi’), which
being enclosed by a little picket of canes, gave it somewhat the appearance of a verandah. e
frame of the house was constructed of large bamboos planted uprightly, and secured together at
intervals by transverse stalks of the light wood of the habiscus, lashed with thongs of bark. e rear
of the tenement—built up with successive ranges of cocoanut boughs bound one upon another,
with their leaflets cunningly woven together—inclined a little from the vertical, and extended
from the extreme edge of the ‘pi-pi’ to about twenty feet from its surface; whence the shelving roof
—thatched with the long tapering leaves of the palmetto—sloped steeply off to within about five
feet of the floor; leaving the eaves drooping with tassel-like appendages over the front of the
habitation. is was constructed of light and elegant canes in a kind of open screenwork, tastefully
adorned with bindings of variegated sinnate, which served to hold together its various parts. e
sides of the house were similarly built; thus presenting three quarters for the circulation of the air,
while the whole was impervious to the rain.
In length this picturesque building was perhaps twelve yards, while in breadth it could not have
exceeded as many feet. So much for the exterior; which, with its wire-like reed-twisted sides, not a
little reminded me of an immense aviary.
Stooping a little, you passed through a narrow aperture in its front; and facing you, on entering,
lay two long, perfectly straight, and well-polished trunks of the cocoanut tree, extending the full
length of the dwelling ; one of them placed closely against the rear, and the other lying parallel
with it some two yards distant, the interval between them being spread with a multitude of
gailyworked mats, nearly all of a different pattern. is space formed the common couch and lounging
place of the natives, answering the purpose of a divan in Oriental countries. Here would they
slumber through the hours of the night, and recline luxuriously during the greater part of the day.
e remainder of the floor presented only the cool shining surfaces of the large stones of which
the ‘pi-pi’ was composed.
From the ridge-pole of the house hung suspended a number of large packages enveloped in
coarse tappa; some of which contained festival dresses, and various other matters of the wardrobe,
held in high estimation. ese were easily accessible by means of a line, which, passing over the
ridge-pole, had one end attached to a bundle, while with the other, which led to the side of the
dwelling and was there secured, the package could be lowered or elevated at pleasure.
Against the farther wall of the house were arranged in tasteful figures a variety of spears and
javelins, and other implements of savage warfare. Outside of the habitation, and built upon the
piazza-like area in its front, was a little shed used as a sort of larder or pantry, and in which were
stored various articles of domestic use and convenience. A few yards from the pi-pi was a large shed
built of cocoanut boughs, where the process of preparing the ‘poee-poee’ was carried on, and all
culinary operations attended to.
us much for the house, and its appurtenances; and it will be readily acknowledged that a
more commodious and appropriate dwelling for the climate and the people could not possibly be
devised. It was cool, free to admit the air, scrupulously clean, and elevated above the dampness and
impurities of the ground.
But now to sketch the inmates; and here I claim for my tried servitor and faithful valet
KoryKory the precedence of a first description. As his character will be gradually unfolded in the course
of my narrative, I shall for the present content myself with delineating his personal appearance.
Kory-Kory, though the most devoted and best natured serving-man in the world, was, alas! a
hideous object to look upon. He was some twenty-five years of age, and about six feet in height,
robust and well made, and of the most extraordinary aspect. His head was carefully shaven with the
exception of two circular spots, about the size of a dollar, near the top of the cranium, where the
hair, permitted to grow of an amazing length, was twisted up in two prominent knots, that gave
him the appearance of being decorated with a pair of horns. His beard, plucked out by the root
from every other part of his face, was suffered to droop in hairy pendants, two of which garnished
his under lip, and an equal number hung from the extremity of his chin.
Kory-Kory, with a view of improving the handiwork of nature, and perhaps prompted by a
desire to add to the engaging expression of his countenance, had seen fit to embellish his face withthree broad longitudinal stripes of tattooing, which, like those country roads that go straight
forward in defiance of all obstacles, crossed his nasal organ, descended into the hollow of his eyes,
and even skirted the borders of his mouth. Each completely spanned his physiognomy; one
extending in a line with his eyes, another crossing the face in the vicinity of the nose, and the third
sweeping along his lips from ear to ear. His countenance thus triply hooped, as it were, with
tattooing, always reminded me of those unhappy wretches whom I have sometimes observed
gazing out sentimentally from behind the grated bars of a prison window; whilst the entire body of
my savage valet, covered all over with representations of birds and fishes, and a variety of most
unaccountable-looking creatures, suggested to me the idea of a pictorial museum of natural history,
or an illustrated copy of ‘Goldsmith’s Animated Nature.’
But it seems really heartless in me to write thus of the poor islander, when I owe perhaps to his
unremitting attentions the very existence I now enjoy. Kory-Kory, I mean thee no harm in what I
say in regard to thy outward adornings; but they were a little curious to my unaccustomed sight,
and therefore I dilate upon them. But to underrate or forget thy faithful services is something I
could never be guilty of, even in the giddiest moment of my life.
e father of my attached follower was a native of gigantic frame, and had once possessed
prodigious physical powers; but the loy form was now yielding to the inroads of time, though the
hand of disease seemed never to have been laid upon the aged warrior. Marheyo—for such was his
name—appeared to have retired from all active participation in the affairs of the valley, seldom or
never accompanying the natives in their various expeditions; and employing the greater part of his
time in throwing up a little shed just outside the house, upon which he was engaged to my certain
knowledge for four months, without appearing to make any sensible advance. I suppose the old
gentleman was in his dotage, for he manifested in various ways the characteristics which mark this
particular stage of life.
I remember in particular his having a choice pair of ear-ornaments, fabricated from the teeth of
some sea-monster. ese he would alternately wear and take off at least fiy times in the course of
the day, going and coming from his little hut on each occasion with all the tranquillity imaginable.
Sometimes slipping them through the slits in his ears, he would seize his spear—which in length
and slightness resembled a fishing-pole—and go stalking beneath the shadows of the neighbouring
groves, as if about to give a hostile meeting to some cannibal knight. But he would soon return
again, and hiding his weapon under the projecting eaves of the house, and rolling his clumsy
trinkets carefully in a piece of tappa, would resume his more pacific operations as quietly as if he
had never interrupted them.
But despite his eccentricities, Marheyo was a most paternal and warm-hearted old fellow, and in
this particular not a little resembled his son Kory-Kory. e mother of the latter was the mistress
of the family, and a notable housewife, and a most industrious old lady she was. If she did not
understand the art of making jellies, jams, custard, tea-cakes, and such like trashy affairs, she was
profoundly skilled in the mysteries of preparing ‘amar’, ‘poee-poee’, and ‘kokoo’, with other
substantial matters.
She was a genuine busy-body; bustling about the house like a country landlady at an unexpected
arrival; for ever giving the young girls tasks to perform, which the little hussies as oen neglected;
poking into every corner, and rummaging over bundles of old tappa, or making a prodigious
clatter among the calabashes. Sometimes she might have been seen squatting upon her haunches in
front of a huge wooden basin, and kneading poee-poee with terrific vehemence, dashing the stone
pestle about as if she would shiver the vessel into fragments; on other occasions, galloping about
the valley in search of a particular kind of leaf, used in some of her recondite operations, and
returning home, toiling and sweating, with a bundle of it, under which most women would have
sunk.
To tell the truth, Kory-Kory’s mother was the only industrious person in all the valley of Typee;
and she could not have employed herself more actively had she been le an exceedingly muscular
and destitute widow, with an inordinate ate supply of young children, in the bleakest part of the
civilized world. ere was not the slightest necessity for the greater portion of the labour
performed by the old lady: but she seemed to work from some irresistible impulse; her limbscontinually swaying to and fro, as if there were some indefatigable engine concealed within her
body which kept her in perpetual motion.
Never suppose that she was a termagant or a shrew for all this; she had the kindliest heart in the
world, and acted towards me in particular in a truly maternal manner, occasionally putting some
little morsel of choice food into my hand, some outlandish kind of savage sweetmeat or pastry, like
a doting mother petting a sickly urchin with tarts and sugar plums. Warm indeed are my
remembrances of the dear, good, affectionate old Tinor!
Besides the individuals I have mentioned, there belonged to the household three young men,
dissipated, good-for-nothing, roystering blades of savages, who were either employed in
prosecuting love affairs with the maidens of the tribe, or grew boozy on ‘arva’ and tobacco in the
company of congenial spirits, the scapegraces of the valley.
Among the permanent inmates of the house were likewise several lovely damsels, who instead of
thrumming pianos and reading novels, like more enlightened young ladies, substituted for these
employments the manufacture of a fine species of tappa; but for the greater portion of the time
were skipping from house to house, gadding and gossiping with their acquaintances.
From the rest of these, however, I must except the beauteous nymph Fayaway, who was my
peculiar favourite. Her free pliant figure was the very perfection of female grace and beauty. Her
complexion was a rich and mantling olive, and when watching the glow upon her cheeks I could
almost swear that beneath the transparent medium there lurked the blushes of a faint vermilion.
e face of this girl was a rounded oval, and each feature as perfectly formed as the heart or
imagination of man could desire.
Her full lips, when parted with a smile, disclosed teeth of dazzling whiteness and when her rosy
mouth opened with a burst of merriment, they looked like the milk-white seeds of the ‘arta,’ a fruit
of the valley, which, when cle in twain, shows them reposing in rows on each side, imbedded in
the red and juicy pulp. Her hair of the deepest brown, parted irregularly in the middle, flowed in
natural ringlets over her shoulders, and whenever she chanced to stoop, fell over and hid from view
her lovely bosom. Gazing into the depths of her strange blue eyes, when she was in a contemplative
mood, they seemed most placid yet unfathomable; but when illuminated by some lively emotion,
they beamed upon the beholder like stars. e hands of Fayaway were as so and delicate as those
of any countess; for an entire exemption from rude labour marks the girlhood and even prime of a
Typee woman’s life. Her feet, though wholly exposed, were as diminutive and fairly shaped as
those which peep from beneath the skirts of a Lima lady’s dress. e skin of this young creature,
from continual ablutions and the use of mollifying ointments, was inconceivably smooth and soft.
I may succeed, perhaps, in particularizing some of the individual features of Fayaway’s beauty,
but that general loveliness of appearance which they all contributed to produce I will not attempt
to describe. e easy unstudied graces of a child of nature like this, breathing from infancy an
atmosphere of perpetual summer, and nurtured by the simple fruits of the earth; enjoying a perfect
freedom from care and anxiety, and removed effectually from all injurious tendencies, strike the
eye in a manner which cannot be pourtrayed. is picture is no fancy sketch; it is drawn from the
most vivid recollections of the person delineated.
Were I asked if the beauteous form of Fayaway was altogether free from the hideous blemish of
tattooing, I should be constrained to answer that it was not. But the practitioners of the barbarous
art, so remorseless in their inflictions upon the brawny limbs of the warriors of the tribe, seem to
be conscious that it needs not the resources of their profession to augment the charms of the
maidens of the vale.
e females are very little embellished in this way, and Fayaway, and all the other young girls of
her age, were even less so than those of their sex more advanced in years. e reason of this
peculiarity will be alluded to hereaer. All the tattooing that the nymph in question exhibited
upon her person may be easily described. ree minute dots, no bigger than pin-heads, decorated
each lip, and at a little distance were not at all discernible. Just upon the fall of the shoulder were
drawn two parallel lines half an inch apart, and perhaps three inches in length, the interval being
filled with delicately executed figures. ese narrow bands of tattooing, thus placed, always
reminded me of those stripes of gold lace worn by officers in undress, and which are in lieu ofepaulettes to denote their rank.
us much was Fayaway tattooed. e audacious hand which had gone so far in its desecrating
work stopping short, apparently wanting the heart to proceed.
But I have omitted to describe the dress worn by this nymph of the valley.
Fayaway—I must avow the fact—for the most part clung to the primitive and summer garb of
Eden. But how becoming the costume!
It showed her fine figure to the best possible advantage; and nothing could have been better
adapted to her peculiar style of beauty. On ordinary occasions she was habited precisely as I have
described the two youthful savages whom we had met on first entering the valley. At other times,
when rambling among the groves, or visiting at the houses of her acquaintances, she wore a tunic
of white tappa, reaching from her waist to a little below the knees; and when exposed for any
length of time to the sun, she invariably protected herself from its rays by a floating mantle of—
the same material, loosely gathered about the person. Her gala dress will be described hereafter.
As the beauties of our own land delight in bedecking themselves with fanciful articles of
jewellery, suspending them from their ears, hanging them about their necks, and clasping them
around their wrists; so Fayaway and her companions were in the habit of ornamenting themselves
with similar appendages.
Flora was their jeweller. Sometimes they wore necklaces of small carnation flowers, strung like
rubies upon a fibre of tappa, or displayed in their ears a single white bud, the stem thrust backward
through the aperture, and showing in front the delicate petals folded together in a beautiful sphere,
and looking like a drop of the purest pearl. Chaplets too, resembling in their arrangement the
strawberry coronal worn by an English peeress, and composed of intertwined leaves and blossoms,
oen crowned their temples; and bracelets and anklets of the same tasteful pattern were frequently
to be seen. Indeed, the maidens of the island were passionately fond of flowers, and never wearied
of decorating their persons with them; a lovely trait in their character, and one that ere long will
be more fully alluded to.
ough in my eyes, at least, Fayaway was indisputably the loveliest female I saw in Typee, yet
the description I have given of her will in some measure apply to nearly all the youthful portion of
her sex in the valley. Judge ye then, reader, what beautiful creatures they must have been.
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officiousness of kory-kory—his devotion—a bath in the stream—want of refinement of
the typee damsels—stroll with mehevi—a typee highway—the taboo groves—the hoolah
hoolah ground—the ti—timeworn savages—hospitality of mehevi—midnight musings—
adventures in the dark—distinguished honours paid to the visitors—strange procession
and return to the house of marheyo.
WHEN Mehevi had departed from the house, as related in the preceding chapter, Kory-Kory
commenced the functions of the post assigned him. He brought out, various kinds of food; and, as
if I were an infant, insisted upon feeding me with his own hands. To this procedure I, of course,
most earnestly objected, but in vain; and having laid a calabash of kokoo before me, he washed his
fingers in a vessel of water, and then putting his hands into the dish and rolling the food into little
balls, put them one aer another into my mouth. All my remonstrances against this measure only
provoked so great a clamour on his part, that I was obliged to acquiesce; and the operation of
feeding being thus facilitated, the meal was quickly despatched. As for Toby, he was allowed to
help himself after his own fashion.
e repast over, my attendant arranged the mats for repose, and, bidding me lie down, covered
me with a large robe of tappa, at the same time looking approvingly upon me, and exclaiming
‘KiKi, nuee nuee, ah! moee moee motarkee’ (eat plenty, ah! sleep very good). e philosophy of this
sentiment I did not pretend to question; for deprived of sleep for several preceding nights, and the
pain of my limb having much abated, I now felt inclined to avail myself of the opportunity
afforded me.
e next morning, on waking, I found Kory-Kory stretched out on one side of me, while my
companion lay upon the other. I felt sensibly refreshed aer a night of sound repose, and
immediately agreed to the proposition of my valet that I should repair to the water and wash,
although dreading the suffering that the exertion might produce. From this apprehension,
however, I was quickly relieved; for Kory-Kory, leaping from the pi-pi, and then backing himself
up against it, like a porter in readiness to shoulder a trunk, with loud vociferations and a
superabundance of gestures, gave me to understand that I was to mount upon his back and be thus
transported to the stream, which flowed perhaps two hundred yards from the house.
Our appearance upon the verandah in front of the habitation drew together quite a crowd, who
stood looking on and conversing with one another in the most animated manner. ey reminded
one of a group of idlers gathered about the door of a village tavern when the equipage of some
distinguished traveller is brought round previously to his departure. As soon as I clasped my arms
about the neck of the devoted fellow, and he jogged off with me, the crowd—composed chiefly of
young girls and boys—followed aer, shouting and capering with infinite glee, and accompanied
us to the banks of the stream.
On gaining it, Kory-Kory, wading up to his hips in the water, carried me half way across, and
deposited me on a smooth black stone which rose a few inches above the surface. e amphibious
rabble at our heels plunged in aer us, and climbing to the summit of the grass-grown rocks with
which the bed of the brook was here and there broken, waited curiously to witness our morning
ablutions.
Somewhat embarrassed by the presence of the female portion of the company, and feeling my
cheeks burning with bashful timidity, I formed a primitive basin by joining my hands together,
and cooled my blushes in the water it contained; then removing my frock, bent over and washed
myself down to my waist in the stream. As soon as Kory-Kory comprehended from my motions
that this was to be the extent of my performance, he appeared perfectly aghast with astonishment,
and rushing towards me, poured out a torrent of words in eager deprecation of so limited an
operation, enjoining me by unmistakable signs to immerse my whole body. To this I was forced toconsent; and the honest fellow regarding me as a froward, inexperienced child, whom it was his
duty to serve at the risk of offending, lied me from the rocks, and tenderly bathed my limbs. is
over, and resuming my seat, I could not avoid bursting into admiration of the scene around me.
From the verdant surfaces of the large stones that lay scattered about, the natives were now
sliding off into the water, diving and ducking beneath the surface in all directions—the young girls
springing buoyantly into the air, and revealing their naked forms to the waist, with their long
tresses dancing about their shoulders, their eyes sparkling like drops of dew in the sun, and their
gay laughter pealing forth at every frolicsome incident. On the aernoon of the day that I took my
first bath in the valley, we received another visit from Mehevi. e noble savage seemed to be in
the same pleasant mood, and was quite as cordial in his manner as before. Aer remaining about
an hour, he rose from the mats, and motioning to leave the house, invited Toby and myself to
accompany him. I pointed to my leg ; but Mehevi in his turn pointed to Kory-Kory, and removed
that objection; so, mounting upon the faithful fellow’s shoulders again—like the old man of the
sea astride of Sindbad—I followed after the chief.
e nature of the route we now pursued struck me more forcibly than anything I had yet seen,
as illustrating the indolent disposition of the islanders. e path was obviously the most beaten
one in the valley, several others leading from each side into it, and perhaps for successive
generations it had formed the principal avenue of the place. And yet, until I grew more familiar
with its impediments, it seemed as difficult to travel as the recesses of a wilderness. Part of it swept
around an abrupt rise of ground, the surface of which was broken by frequent inequalities, and
thickly strewn with projecting masses of rocks, whose summits were often hidden from view by the
drooping foliage of the luxurious vegetation. Sometimes directly over, sometimes evading these
obstacles with a wide circuit, the path wound along ;—one moment climbing over a sudden
eminence smooth with continued wear, then descending on the other side into a steep glen, and
crossing the flinty channel of a brook. Here it pursued the depths of a glade, occasionally obliging
you to stoop beneath vast horizontal branches; and now you stepped over huge trunks and boughs
that lay rotting across the track.
Such was the grand thoroughfare of Typee. Aer proceeding a little distance along
it—KoryKory panting and blowing with the weight of his burden—I dismounted from his back, and
grasping the long spear of Mehevi in my hand, assisted my steps over the numerous obstacles of the
road; preferring this mode of advance to one which, from the difficulties of the way, was equally
painful to myself and my wearied servitor.
Our journey was soon at an end; for, scaling a sudden height, we came abruptly upon the place
of our destination. I wish that it were possible to sketch in words this spot as vividly as I recollect it.
Here were situated the Taboo groves of the valley—the scene of many a prolonged feast, of
many a horrid rite. Beneath the dark shadows of the consecrated bread-fruit trees there reigned a
solemn twilight—a cathedral-like gloom. e frightful genius of pagan worship seemed to brood
in silence over the place, breathing its spell upon every object around. Here and there, in the
depths of these awful shades, half screened from sight by masses of overhanging foliage, rose the
idolatrous altars of the savages, built of enormous blocks of black and polished stone, placed one
upon another, without cement, to the height of twelve or fieen feet, and surmounted by a rustic
open temple, enclosed with a low picket of canes, within which might be seen, in various stages of
decay, offerings of bread-fruit and cocoanuts, and the putrefying relics of some recent sacrifice.
In the midst of the wood was the hallowed ‘Hoolah Hoolah’ ground—set apart for the
celebration of the fantastical religious ritual of these people—comprising an extensive oblong
pipi, terminating at either end in a loy terraced altar, guarded by ranks of hideous wooden idols,
and with the two remaining sides flanked by ranges of bamboo sheds, opening towards the interior
of the quadrangle thus formed. Vast trees, standing in the middle of this space, and throwing over
it an umbrageous shade, had their massive trunks built round with slight stages, elevated a few feet
above the ground, and railed in with canes, forming so many rustic pulpits, from which the priests
harangued their devotees.
is holiest of spots was defended from profanation by the strictest edicts of the all-pervading
‘taboo’, which condemned to instant death the sacrilegious female who should enter or touch itssacred precincts, or even so much as press with her feet the ground made holy by the shadows that
it cast.
Access was had to the enclosure through an embowered entrance, on one side, facing a number
of towering cocoanut trees, planted at intervals along a level area of a hundred yards. At the further
extremity of this space was to be seen a building of considerable size, reserved for the habitation of
the priests and religious attendants of the groves.
In its vicinity was another remarkable edifice, built as usual upon the summit of a pi-pi, and at
least two hundred feet in length, though not more than twenty in breadth. e whole front of this
latter structure was completely open, and from one end to the other ran a narrow verandah, fenced
in on the edge of the pi-pi with a picket of canes. Its interior presented the appearance of an
immense lounging place, the entire floor being strewn with successive layers of mats, lying between
parallel trunks of cocoanut trees, selected for the purpose from the straightest and most
symmetrical the vale afforded.
To this building, denominated in the language of the natives the ‘Ti’, Mehevi now conducted
us. us far we had been accompanied by a troop of the natives of both sexes; but as soon as we
approached its vicinity, the females gradually separated themselves from the crowd, and standing
aloof, permitted us to pass on. e merciless prohibitions of the taboo extended likewise to this
edifice, and were enforced by the same dreadful penalty that secured the Hoolah-Hoolah ground
from the imaginary pollution of a woman’s presence.
On entering the house, I was surprised to see six muskets ranged against the bamboo on one
side, from the barrels of which depended as many small canvas pouches, partly filled with powder.
Disposed about these muskets, like the cutlasses that decorate the bulkhead of a man-of-war’s
cabin, were a great variety of rude spears and paddles, javelins, and war-clubs. is then, said I to
Toby, must be the armoury of the tribe.
As we advanced further along the building, we were struck with the aspect of four or five
hideous old wretches, on whose decrepit forms time and tattooing seemed to have obliterated every
trace of humanity. Owing to the continued operation of this latter process, which only terminates
among the warriors of the island aer all the figures stretched upon their limbs in youth have been
blended together—an effect, however, produced only in cases of extreme longevity—the bodies of
these men were of a uniform dull green colour—the hue which the tattooing gradually assumes as
the individual advances in age. eir skin had a frightful scaly appearance, which, united with its
singular colour, made their limbs not a little resemble dusty specimens of verde-antique. eir
flesh, in parts, hung upon them in huge folds, like the overlapping plaits on the flank of a
rhinoceros. eir heads were completely bald, whilst their faces were puckered into a thousand
wrinkles, and they presented no vestige of a beard. But the most remarkable peculiarity about them
was the appearance of their feet; the toes, like the radiating lines of the mariner’s compass, pointed
to every quarter of the horizon. is was doubtless attributable to the fact, that during nearly a
hundred years of existence the said toes never had been subjected to any artificial confinement, and
in their old age, being averse to close neighbourhood, bid one another keep open order.
ese repulsive-looking creatures appeared to have lost the use of their lower limbs altogether;
sitting upon the floor cross-legged in a state of torpor. ey never heeded us in the least, scarcely
looking conscious of our presence, while Mehevi seated us upon the mats, and Kory-Kory gave
utterance to some unintelligible gibberish.
In a few moments a boy entered with a wooden trencher of poee-poee; and in regaling myself
with its contents I was obliged again to submit to the officious intervention of my indefatigable
servitor. Various other dishes followed, the chief manifesting the most hospitable importunity in
pressing us to partake, and to remove all bashfulness on our part, set us no despicable example in
his own person.
e repast concluded, a pipe was lighted, which passed from mouth to mouth, and yielding to
its soporific influence, the quiet of the place, and the deepening shadows of approaching night, my
companion and I sank into a kind of drowsy repose, while the chief and Kory-Kory seemed to be
slumbering beside us.
I awoke from an uneasy nap, about midnight, as I supposed; and, raising myself partly from themat, became sensible that we were enveloped in utter darkness. Toby lay still asleep, but our late
companions had disappeared. e only sound that interrupted the silence of the place was the
asthmatic breathing of the old men I have mentioned, who reposed at a little distance from us.
Besides them, as well as I could judge, there was no one else in the house.
Apprehensive of some evil, I roused my comrade, and we were engaged in a whispered
conference concerning the unexpected withdrawal of the natives when all at once, from the depths
of the grove, in full view of us where we lay, shoots of flame were seen to rise, and in a few
moments illuminated the surrounding trees, casting, by contrast, into still deeper gloom the
darkness around us.
While we continued gazing at this sight, dark figures appeared moving to and fro before the
flames; while others, dancing and capering about, looked like so many demons.
Regarding this new phenomenon with no small degree of trepidation, I said to my companion,
‘What can all this mean, Toby?’
‘Oh, nothing,’ replied he; ‘getting the fire ready, I suppose.’
‘Fire!’ exclaimed I, while my heart took to beating like a trip-hammer, ‘what fire?’
‘Why, the fire to cook us, to be sure, what else would the cannibals be kicking up such a row
about if it were not for that?’
‘Oh, Toby! have done with your jokes; this is no time for them; something is about to happen, I
feel confident.’
‘Jokes, indeed?’ exclaimed Toby indignantly. ‘Did you ever hear me joke? Why, for what do you
suppose the devils have been feeding us up in this kind of style during the last three days, unless it
were for something that you are too much frightened at to talk about? Look at that Kory-Kory
there!—has he not been stuffing you with his confounded mushes, just in the way they treat swine
before they kill them? Depend upon it, we will be eaten this blessed night, and there is the fire we
shall be roasted by.’
is view of the matter was not at all calculated to allay my apprehensions, and I shuddered
when I reflected that we were indeed at the mercy of a tribe of cannibals, and that the dreadful
contingency to which Toby had alluded was by no means removed beyond the bounds of
possibility.
‘ere! I told you so! they are coming for us!’ exclaimed my companion the next moment, as
the forms of four of the islanders were seen in bold relief against the illuminated back-ground
mounting the pi-pi and approaching towards us.
They came on noiselessly, nay stealthily, and glided along through the gloom that surrounded us
as if about to spring upon some object they were fearful of disturbing before they should make sure
of it.—Gracious heaven! the horrible reflections which crowded upon me that moment.—A cold
sweat stood upon my brow, and spell-bound with terror I awaited my fate!
Suddenly the silence was broken by the well-remembered tones of Mehevi, and at the kindly
accents of his voice my fears were immediately dissipated. ‘Tommo, Toby, ki ki!’ (eat). He had
waited to address us, until he had assured himself that we were both awake, at which he seemed
somewhat surprised.
‘Ki ki! is it?’ said Toby in his gruff tones; ‘Well, cook us first, will you—but what’s this?’ he
added, as another savage appeared, bearing before him a large trencher of wood containing some
kind of steaming meat, as appeared from the odours it diffused, and which he deposited at the feet
of Mehevi. ‘A baked baby, I dare say I but I will have none of it, never mind what it is.—A pretty
fool I should make of myself, indeed, waked up here in the middle of the night, stuffing and
guzzling, and all to make a fat meal for a parcel of booby-minded cannibals one of these mornings!
—No, I see what they are at very plainly, so I am resolved to starve myself into a bunch of bones
and gristle, and then, if they serve me up, they are welcome! But I say, Tommo, you are not going
to eat any of that mess there, in the dark, are you? Why, how can you tell what it is?’
‘By tasting it, to be sure,’ said I, masticating a morsel that Kory-Kory had just put in my mouth,
‘and excellently good it is, too, very much like veal.’
‘A baked baby, by the soul of Captain Cook!’ burst forth Toby, with amazing vehemence;
‘Veal? why there never was a calf on the island till you landed. I tell you you are bolting downmouthfuls from a dead Happar’s carcass, as sure as you live, and no mistake!’
Emetics and lukewarm water! What a sensation in the abdominal region! Sure enough, where
could the fiends incarnate have obtained meat? But I resolved to satisfy myself at all hazards; and
turning to Mehevi, I soon made the ready chief understand that I wished a light to be brought.
When the taper came, I gazed eagerly into the vessel, and recognized the mutilated remains of a
juvenile porker! ‘Puarkee!’ exclaimed Kory-Kory, looking complacently at the dish; and from that
day to this I have never forgotten that such is the designation of a pig in the Typee lingo.
e next morning, aer being again abundantly feasted by the hospitable Mehevi, Toby and
myself arose to depart. But the chief requested us to postpone our intention. ‘Abo, abo’ (Wait,
wait), he said and accordingly we resumed our seats, while, assisted by the zealous Kory-Kory, he
appeared to be engaged in giving directions to a number of the natives outside, who were busily
employed in making arrangements, the nature of which we could not comprehend. But we were
not le long in our ignorance, for a few moments only had elapsed, when the chief beckoned us to
approach, and we perceived that he had been marshalling a kind of guard of honour to escort us on
our return to the house of Marheyo.
e procession was led off by two venerable-looking savages, each provided with a spear, from
the end of which streamed a pennon of milk-white tappa. Aer them went several youths, bearing
alo calabashes of poee-poee, and followed in their turn by four stalwart fellows, sustaining long
bamboos, from the tops of which hung suspended, at least twenty feet from the ground, large
baskets of green bread-fruits. en came a troop of boys, carrying bunches of ripe bananas, and
baskets made of the woven leaflets of cocoanut boughs, filled with the young fruit of the tree, the
naked shells stripped of their husks peeping forth from the verdant wicker-work that surrounded
them. Last of all came a burly islander, holding over his head a wooden trencher, in which lay
disposed the remnants of our midnight feast, hidden from view, however, by a covering of
breadfruit leaves.
Astonished as I was at this exhibition, I could not avoid smiling at its grotesque appearance, and
the associations it naturally called up. Mehevi, it seemed, was bent on replenishing old Marheyo’s
larder, fearful perhaps that without this precaution his guests might not fare as well as they could
desire.
As soon as I descended from the pi-pi, the procession formed anew, enclosing us in its centre;
where I remained part of the time, carried by Kory-Kory, and occasionally relieving him from his
burden by limping along with spear. When we moved off in this order, the natives struck up a
musical recitative, which with various alternations, they continued until we arrived at the place of
our destination.
As we proceeded on our way, bands of young girls, darting from the surrounding groves, hung
upon our skirts, and accompanied us with shouts of merriment and delight, which almost drowned
the deep notes of the recitative. On approaching old Marheyo’s domicile, its inmates rushed out to
receive us; and while the gis of Mehevi were being disposed of, the superannuated warrior did the
honours of his mansion with all the warmth of hospitality evinced by an English squire when he
regales his friends at some fine old patrimonial mansion.
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attempt to procure relief from nukuheva—perilous adventure of toby in the happar
mountains—eloquence of kory-kory.
AMIDST these novel scenes a week passed away almost imperceptibly. e natives, actuated by
some mysterious impulse, day aer day redoubled their attentions to us. eir manner towards us
was unaccountable. Surely, thought I, they would not act thus if they meant us any harm. But why
this excess of deferential kindness, or what equivalent can they imagine us capable of rendering
them for it?
We were fairly puzzled. But despite the apprehensions I could not dispel, the horrible character
imputed to these Typees appeared to be wholly undeserved.
‘Why, they are cannibals!’ said Toby on one occasion when I eulogized the tribe. ‘Granted,’ I
replied, ‘but a more humane, gentlemanly and amiable set of epicures do not probably exist in the
Pacific.’
But, notwithstanding the kind treatment we received, I was too familiar with the fickle
disposition of savages not to feel anxious to withdraw from the valley, and put myself beyond the
reach of that fearful death which, under all these smiling appearances, might yet menace us. But
here there was an obstacle in the way of doing so. It was idle for me to think of moving from the
place until I should have recovered from the severe lameness that afflicted me; indeed my malady
began seriously to alarm me; for, despite the herbal remedies of the natives, it continued to grow
worse and worse. eir mild applications, though they soothed the pain, did not remove the
disorder, and I felt convinced that without better aid I might anticipate long and acute suffering.
But how was this aid to be procured? From the surgeons of the French fleet, which probably still
lay in the bay of Nukuheva, it might easily have been obtained, could I have made my case known
to them. But how could that be effected?
At last, in the exigency to which I was reduced, I proposed to Toby that he should endeavour to
go round to Nukuheva, and if he could not succeed in returning to the valley by water, in one of
the boats of the squadron, and taking me off, he might at least procure me some proper medicines,
and effect his return overland.
My companion listened to me in silence, and at first did not appear to relish the idea. e truth
was, he felt impatient to escape from the place, and wished to avail himself of our present high
favour with the natives to make good our retreat, before we should experience some sudden
alteration in their behaviour. As he could not think of leaving me in my helpless condition, he
implored me to be of good cheer; assured me that I should soon be better, and enabled in a few
days to return with him to Nukuheva.
Added to this, he could not bear the idea of again returning to this dangerous place; and as for
the expectation of persuading the Frenchmen to detach a boat’s crew for the purpose of rescuing
me from the Typees, he looked upon it as idle; and with arguments that I could not answer, urged
the improbability of their provoking the hostilities of the clan by any such measure; especially, as
for the purpose of quieting its apprehensions, they had as yet refrained from making any visit to
the bay. ‘And even should they consent,’ said Toby, ‘they would only produce a commotion in the
valley, in which we might both be sacrificed by these ferocious islanders.’ is was unanswerable;
but still I clung to the belief that he might succeed in accomplishing the other part of my plan; and
at last I overcame his scruples, and he agreed to make the attempt.
As soon as we succeeded in making the natives understand our intention, they broke out into
the most vehement opposition to the measure, and for a while I almost despaired of obtaining
their consent. At the bare thought of one of us leaving them, they manifested the most lively
concern. e grief and consternation of Kory-Kory, in particular, was unbounded; he threw
himself into a perfect paroxysm of gestures which were intended to convey to us not only hisabhorrence of Nukuheva and its uncivilized inhabitants, but also his astonishment that aer
becoming acquainted with the enlightened Typees, we should evince the least desire to withdraw,
even for a time, from their agreeable society.
However, I overbore his objections by appealing to my lameness; from which I assured the
natives I should speedily recover if Toby were permitted to obtain the supplies I needed.
It was agreed that on the following morning my companion should depart, accompanied by
some one or two of the household, who should point out to him an easy route, by which the bay
might be reached before sunset.
At early dawn of the next day, our habitation was astir. One of the young men mounted into an
adjoining cocoanut tree, and threw down a number of the young fruit, which old Marheyo quickly
stripped of the green husks, and strung together upon a short pole. ese were intended to refresh
Toby on his route.
e preparations being completed, with no little emotion I bade my companion adieu. He
promised to return in three days at farthest; and, bidding me keep up my spirits in the interval,
turned round the corner of the pi-pi, and, under the guidance of the venerable Marheyo, was soon
out of sight. His departure oppressed me with melancholy, and, re-entering the dwelling, I threw
myself almost in despair upon the matting of the floor.
In two hours’ time the old warrior returned, and gave me to understand that aer
accompanying my companion a little distance, and showing him the route, he had le him
journeying on his way.
It was about noon of this same day, a season which these people are wont to pass in sleep, that I
lay in the house, surrounded by its slumbering inmates, and painfully affected by the strange
silence which prevailed. All at once I thought I heard a faint shout, as if proceeding from some
persons in the depth of the grove which extended in front of our habitation.
e sounds grew louder and nearer, and gradually the whole valley rang with wild outcries. e
sleepers around me started to their feet in alarm, and hurried outside to discover the cause of the
commotion. Kory-Kory, who had been the first to spring up, soon returned almost breathless, and
nearly frantic with the excitement under which he seemed to be labouring. All that I could
understand from him was that some accident had happened to Toby. Apprehensive of some
dreadful calamity, I rushed out of the house, and caught sight of a tumultuous crowd, who, with
shrieks and lamentations, were just emerging from the grove bearing in their arms some object, the
sight of which produced all this transport of sorrow. As they drew near, the men redoubled their
cries, while the girls, tossing their bare arms in the air, exclaimed plaintively, ‘Awha! awha! Toby
mukee moee!’—Alas! alas! Toby is killed!
In a moment the crowd opened, and disclosed the apparently lifeless body of my companion
home between two men, the head hanging heavily against the breast of the foremost. e whole
face, neck, back, and bosom were covered with blood, which still trickled slowly from a wound
behind the temple. In the midst of the greatest uproar and confusion the body was carried into the
house and laid on a mat. Waving the natives off to give room and air, I bent eagerly over Toby,
and, laying my hand upon the breast, ascertained that the heart still beat. Overjoyed at this, I seized
a calabash of water, and dashed its contents upon his face, then wiping away the blood, anxiously
examined the wound. It was about three inches long, and on removing the clotted hair from about
it, showed the skull laid completely bare. Immediately with my knife I cut away the heavy locks,
and bathed the part repeatedly in water.
In a few moments Toby revived, and opening his eyes for a second—closed them again without
speaking. Kory-Kory, who had been kneeling beside me, now chafed his limbs gently with the
palms of his hands, while a young girl at his head kept fanning him, and I still continued to
moisten his lips and brow. Soon my poor comrade showed signs of animation, and I succeeded in
making him swallow from a cocoanut shell a few mouthfuls of water.
Old Tinor now appeared, holding in her hand some simples she had gathered, the juice of
which she by signs besought me to squeeze into the wound. Having done so, I thought it best to
leave Toby undisturbed until he should have had time to rally his faculties. Several times he
opened his lips, but fearful for his safety I enjoined silence. In the course of two or three hours,however, he sat up, and was sufficiently recovered to tell me what had occurred.
‘After leaving the house with Marheyo,’ said Toby, ‘we struck across the valley, and ascended the
opposite heights. Just beyond them, my guide informed me, lay the valley of Happar, while along
their summits, and skirting the head of the vale, was my route to Nukuheva. Aer mounting a
little way up the elevation my guide paused, and gave me to understand that he could not
accompany me any farther, and by various signs intimated that he was afraid to approach any
nearer the territories of the enemies of his tribe. He however pointed out my path, which now lay
clearly before me, and bidding me farewell, hastily descended the mountain.
‘Quite elated at being so near the Happars, I pushed up the acclivity, and soon gained its
summit. It tapered to a sharp ridge, from whence I beheld both the hostile valleys. Here I sat down
and rested for a moment, refreshing myself with my cocoanuts. I was soon again pursuing my way
along the height, when suddenly I saw three of the islanders, who must have just come out of
Happar valley, standing in the path ahead of me. ey were each armed with a heavy spear, and
one from his appearance I took to be a chief. ey sung out something, I could not understand
what, and beckoned me to come on.
‘Without the least hesitation I advanced towards them, and had approached within about a yard
of the foremost, when, pointing angrily into the Typee valley, and uttering some savage
exclamation, he wheeled round his weapon like lightning, and struck me in a moment to the
ground. e blow inflicted this wound, and took away my senses. As soon as I came to myself, I
perceived the three islanders standing a little distance off, and apparently engaged in some violent
altercation respecting me.
‘My first impulse was to run for it; but, in endeavouring to rise, I fell back, and rolled down a
little grassy precipice. e shock seemed to rally my faculties; so, starting to my feet, I fled down
the path I had just ascended. I had no need to look behind me, for, from the yells I heard, I knew
that my enemies were in full pursuit. Urged on by their fearful outcries, and heedless of the injury
I had received—though the blood flowing from the wound trickled over into my eyes and almost
blinded me—I rushed down the mountain side with the speed of the wind. In a short time I had
descended nearly a third of the distance, and the savages had ceased their cries, when suddenly a
terrific howl burst upon my ear, and at the same moment a heavy javelin darted past me as I fled,
and stuck quivering in a tree close to me. Another yell followed, and a second spear and a third
shot through the air within a few feet of my body, both of them piercing the ground obliquely in
advance of me. e fellows gave a roar of rage and disappointment; but they were afraid, I suppose,
of coming down further into the Typee valley, and so abandoned the chase. I saw them recover
their weapons and turn back; and I continued my descent as fast as I could.
‘What could have caused this ferocious attack on the part of these Happars I could not imagine,
unless it were that they had seen me ascending the mountain with Marheyo, and that the mere fact
of coming from the Typee valley was sufficient to provoke them.
‘As long as I was in danger I scarcely felt the wound I had received; but when the chase was over
I began to suffer from it. I had lost my hat in the flight, and the run scorched my bare head. I felt
faint and giddy; but, fearful of falling to the ground beyond the reach of assistance, I staggered on
as well as I could, and at last gained the level of the valley, and then down I sank; and I knew
nothing more until I found myself lying upon these mats, and you stooping over me with the
calabash of water.’
Such was Toby’s account of this sad affair. I aerwards learned that, fortunately, he had fallen
close to a spot where the natives go for fuel. A party of them caught sight of him as he fell, and
sounding the alarm, had lied him up; and aer ineffectually endeavouring to restore him at the
brook, had hurried forward with him to the house.
is incident threw a dark cloud over our prospects. It reminded us that we were hemmed in by
hostile tribes, whose territories we could not hope to pass, on our route to Nukuheva, without
encountering the effects of their savage resentment. ere appeared to be no avenue opened to our
escape but the sea, which washed the lower extremities of the vale.
Our Typee friends availed themselves of the recent disaster of Toby to exhort us to a due
appreciation of the blessings we enjoyed among them, contrasting their own generous reception ofus with the animosity of their neighbours. ey likewise dwelt upon the cannibal propensities of
the Happars, a subject which they were perfectly aware could not fail to alarm us; while at the same
time they earnestly disclaimed all participation in so horrid a custom. Nor did they omit to call
upon us to admire the natural loveliness of their own abode, and the lavish abundance with which
it produced all manner of luxuriant fruits; exalting it in this particular above any of the
surrounding valleys.
Kory-Kory seemed to experience so heartfelt a desire to infuse into our minds proper views on
these subjects, that, assisted in his endeavours by the little knowledge of the language we had
acquired, he actually made us comprehend a considerable part of what he said. To facilitate our
correct apprehension of his meaning, he at first condensed his ideas into the smallest possible
compass.
‘Happar keekeeno nuee,’ he exclaimed, ‘nuee, nuee, ki ki kannaka!—ah! owle motarkee!’ which
signifies, ‘Terrible fellows those Happars!—devour an amazing quantity of men!—ah, shocking
bad!’ us far he explained himself by a variety of gestures, during the performance of which he
would dart out of the house, and point abhorrently towards the Happar valley; running in to us
again with a rapidity that showed he was fearful he would lose one part of his meaning before he
could complete the other; and continuing his illustrations by seizing the fleshy part of my arm in
his teeth, intimating by the operation that the people who lived over in that direction would like
nothing better than to treat me in that manner.
Having assured himself that we were fully enlightened on this point, he proceeded to another
branch of his subject. ‘Ah! Typee mortakee!—nuee, nuee mioree—nuee, nuee wai—nuee, nuee
poee-poee—nuee, nuee kokoo—ah! nuee, nuee kiki—ah! nuee, nuee, nuee!’ Which literally
interpreted as before, would imply, ‘Ah, Typee! isn’t it a fine place though!—no danger of starving
here, I tell you!—plenty of bread-fruit—plenty of water—plenty of pudding—ah! plenty of
everything! ah! heaps, heaps heaps!’ All this was accompanied by a running commentary of signs
and gestures which it was impossible not to comprehend.
As he continued his harangue, however, Kory-Kory, in emulation of our more polished orators,
began to launch out rather diffusely into other branches of his subject, enlarging probably upon
the moral reflections it suggested; and proceeded in such a strain of unintelligible and stunning
gibberish, that he actually gave me the headache for the rest of the day.
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a great event happens in the valley—the island telegraph—something befalls toby—
fayaway displays a tender heart—melancholy reflections—mysterious conduct of the
islanders—devotion of kory-kory—a rural couch—a luxury—kory-kory strikes a light à
la typee.
IN the course of a few days Toby had recovered from the effects of his adventure with the Happar
warriors; the wound on his head rapidly healing under the vegetable treatment of the good Tinor.
Less fortunate than my companion however, I still continued to languish under a complaint, the
origin and nature of which were still a mystery. Cut off as I was from all intercourse with the
civilized world, and feeling the inefficacy of anything the natives could do to relieve me; knowing,
too, that so long as I remained in my present condition, it would be impossible for me to leave the
valley, whatever opportunity might present itself; and apprehensive that ere long we might be
exposed to some caprice on the part of the islanders, I now gave up all hopes of recovery, and
became a prey to the most gloomy thoughts. A deep dejection fell upon me, which neither the
friendly remonstrances of my companion, the devoted attentions of Kory-Kory nor all the
soothing influences of Fayaway could remove.
One morning as I lay on the mats in the house, plunged in melancholy reverie, and regardless of
everything around me, Toby, who had le me about an hour, returned in haste, and with great
glee told me to cheer up and be of good heart; for he believed, from what was going on among the
natives, that there were boats approaching the bay.
ese tidings operated upon me like magic. e hour of our deliverance was at hand, and
starting up, I was soon convinced that something unusual was about to occur. e word ‘botee!
botee!’ was vociferated in all directions; and shouts were heard in the distance, at first feebly and
faintly; but growing louder and nearer at each successive repetition, until they were caught up by a
fellow in a cocoanut tree a few yards off, who sounding them in turn, they were reiterated from a
neighbouring grove, and so died away gradually from point to point, as the intelligence penetrated
into the farthest recess of the valley. is was the vocal telegraph of the islanders; by means of
which condensed items of information could be carried in a very few minutes from the sea to their
remotest habitation, a distance of at least eight or nine miles. On the present occasion it was in
active operation; one piece of information following another with inconceivable rapidity.
e greatest commotion now appeared to prevail. At every fresh item of intelligence the natives
betrayed the liveliest interest, and redoubled the energy with which they employed themselves in
collecting fruit to sell to the expected visitors. Some were tearing off the husks from cocoanuts;
some perched in the trees were throwing down bread-fruit to their companions, who gathered
them into heaps as they fell; while others were plying their fingers rapidly in weaving leafen
baskets in which to carry the fruit.
ere were other matters too going on at the same time. Here you would see a stout warrior
polishing his spear with a bit of old tappa, or adjusting the folds of the girdle about his waist; and
there you might descry a young damsel decorating herself with flowers, as if having in her eye
some maidenly conquest; while, as in all cases of hurry and confusion in every part of the world, a
number of individuals kept hurrying to and fro, with amazing vigour and perseverance, doing
nothing themselves, and hindering others.
Never before had we seen the islanders in such a state of bustle and excitement; and the scene
furnished abundant evidence of the fact—that it was only at long intervals any such events occur.
When I thought of the length of time that might intervene before a similar chance of escape
would be presented, I bitterly lamented that I had not the power of availing myself effectually of
the present opportunity.
From all that we could gather, it appeared that the natives were fearful of arriving too late uponthe beach, unless they made extraordinary exertions. Sick and lame as I was, I would have started
with Toby at once, had not Kory-Kory not only refused to carry me, but manifested the most
invincible repugnance to our leaving the neighbourhood of the house. e rest of the savages were
equally opposed to our wishes, and seemed grieved and astonished at the earnestness of my
solicitations. I clearly perceived that while my attendant avoided all appearance of constraining my
movements, he was nevertheless determined to thwart my wishes. He seemed to me on this
particular occasion, as well as oen aerwards, to be executing the orders of some other person
with regard to me, though at the same time feeling towards me the most lively affection.
Toby, who had made up his mind to accompany the islanders if possible, as soon as they were in
readiness to depart, and who for that reason had refrained from showing the same anxiety that I
had done, now represented to me that it was idle for me to entertain the hope of reaching the
beach in time to profit by any opportunity that might then be presented.
‘Do you not see,’ said he, ‘the savages themselves are fearful of being too late, and I should hurry
forward myself at once did I not think that if I showed too much eagerness I should destroy all our
hopes of reaping any benefit from this fortunate event. If you will only endeavour to appear
tranquil or unconcerned, you will quiet their suspicions, and I have no doubt they will then let me
go with them to the beach, supposing that I merely go out of curiosity. Should I succeed in getting
down to the boats, I will make known the condition in which I have le you, and measures may
then be taken to secure our escape.’
In the expediency of this I could not but acquiesce; and as the natives had now completed their
preparations, I watched with the liveliest interest the reception that Toby’s application might meet
with. As soon as they understood from my companion that I intended to remain, they appeared to
make no objection to his proposition, and even hailed it with pleasure. eir singular conduct on
this occasion not a little puzzled me at the time, and imparted to subsequent events an additional
mystery.
e islanders were now to be seen hurrying along the path which led to the sea. I shook Toby
warmly by the hand, and gave him my Payta hat to shield his wounded head from the sun, as he
had lost his own. He cordially returned the pressure of my hand, and solemnly promising to return
as soon as the boats should leave the shore, sprang from my side, and the next minute disappeared
in a turn of the grove.
In spite of the unpleasant reflections that crowded upon my mind, I could not but be
entertained by the novel and animated sight which by now met my view. One aer another the
natives crowded along the narrow path, laden with every variety of fruit. Here, you might have
seen one, who, aer ineffectually endeavouring to persuade a surly porker to be conducted in
leading strings, was obliged at last to seize the perverse animal in his arms, and carry him struggling
against his naked breast, and squealing without intermission. ere went two, who at a little
distance might have been taken for the Hebrew spies, on their return to Moses with the goodly
bunch of grape. One trotted before the other at a distance of a couple of yards, while between
them, from a pole resting on the shoulders, was suspended a huge cluster of bananas, which swayed
to and fro with the rocking gait at which they proceeded. Here ran another, perspiring with his
exertions, and bearing before him a quantity of cocoanuts, who, fearful of being too late, heeded
not the fruit that dropped from his basket, and appeared solely intent upon reaching his
destination, careless how many of his cocoanuts kept company with him.
In a short time the last straggler was seen hurrying on his way, and the faint shouts of those in
advance died insensibly upon the ear. Our part of the valley now appeared nearly deserted by its
inhabitants, Kory-Kory, his aged father, and a few decrepit old people, being all that were left.
Towards sunset the islanders in small parties began to return from the beach, and among them,
as they drew near to the house, I sought to descry the form of my companion. But one aer
another they passed the dwelling, and I caught no glimpse of him. Supposing, however, that he
would soon appear with some of the members of the household, I quieted my apprehensions, and
waited patiently to see him advancing in company with the beautiful Fayaway. At last, I perceived
Tinor coming forward, followed by the girls and young men who usually resided in the house of
Marheyo; but with them came not my comrade, and, filled with a thousand alarms, I eagerlysought to discover the cause of his delay.
My earnest questions appeared to embarrass the natives greatly. All their accounts were
contradictory: one giving me to understand that Toby would be with me in a very short time;
another that he did not know where he was; while a third, violently inveighing, against him,
assured me that he had stolen away, and would never come back. It appeared to me, at the time,
that in making these various statements they endeavoured to conceal from me some terrible
disaster, lest the knowledge of it should overpower me.
Fearful lest some fatal calamity had overtaken him, I sought out young Fayaway, and
endeavoured to learn from her, if possible, the truth.
is gentle being had early attracted my regard, not only from her extraordinary beauty, but
from the attractive cast of her countenance, singularly expressive of intelligence and humanity. Of
all the natives she alone seemed to appreciate the effect which the peculiarity of the circumstances
in which we were placed had produced upon the minds of my companion and myself. In
addressing me—especially when I lay reclining upon the mats suffering from pain—there was a
tenderness in her manner which it was impossible to misunderstand or resist. Whenever she
entered the house, the expression of her face indicated the liveliest sympathy for me; and moving
towards the place where I lay, with one arm slightly elevated in a gesture of pity, and her large
glistening eyes gazing intently into mine, she would murmur plaintively, ‘Awha! awha! Tommo,’
and seat herself mournfully beside me.
Her manner convinced me that she deeply compassionated my situation, as being removed from
my country and friends, and placed beyond the reach of all relief. Indeed, at times I was almost led
to believe that her mind was swayed by gentle impulses hardly to be anticipated from one in her
condition; that she appeared to be conscious there were ties rudely severed, which had once bound
us to our homes; that there were sisters and brothers anxiously looking forward to our return, who
were, perhaps, never more to behold us.
In this amiable light did Fayaway appear in my eyes; and reposing full confidence in her
candour and intelligence, I now had recourse to her, in the midst of my alarm, with regard to my
companion.
My questions evidently distressed her. She looked round from one to another of the bystanders,
as if hardly knowing what answer to give me. At last, yielding to my importunities, she overcame
her scruples, and gave me to understand that Toby had gone away with the boats which had visited
the bay, but had promised to return at the expiration of three days. At first I accused him of
perfidiously deserting me; but as I grew more composed, I upbraided myself for imputing so
cowardly an action to him, and tranquillized myself with the belief that he had availed himself, of
the opportunity to go round to Nukuheva, in order to make some arrangement by which I could
be removed from the valley. At any rate, thought I, he will return with the medicines I require,
and then, as soon as I recover, there will be no difficulty in the way of our departure.
Consoling myself with these reflections, I lay down that night in a happier frame of mind than I
had done for some time. e next day passed without any allusion to Toby on the part of the
natives, who seemed desirous of avoiding all reference to the subject. is raised some
apprehensions in my breast; but when night came, I congratulated myself that the second day had
now gone by, and that on the morrow Toby would again be with me. But the morrow came and
went, and my companion did not appear. Ah! thought I, he reckons three days from the morning
of his departure,—tomorrow he will arrive. But that weary day also closed upon me, without his
return. Even yet I would not despair; I thought that something detained him—that he was waiting
for the sailing of a boat, at Nukuheva, and that in a day or two at farthest I should see him again.
But day aer day of renewed disappointment passed by; at last hope deserted me, and I fell a victim
to despair.
Yes; thought I, gloomily, he has secured his own escape, and cares not what calamity may befall
his unfortunate comrade. Fool that I was, to suppose that any one would willingly encounter the
perils of this valley, aer having once got beyond its limits! He has gone, and has le me to
combat alone all the dangers by which I am surrounded. us would I sometimes seek to derive a
desperate consolation from dwelling upon the perfidity of Toby: whilst at other times I sunk underthe bitter remorse which I felt as having by my own imprudence brought upon myself the fate
which I was sure awaited me.
At other times I thought that perhaps aer all these treacherous savages had made away with
him, and thence the confusion into which they were thrown by my questions, and their
contradictory answers, or he might be a captive in some other part of the valley, or, more dreadful
still, might have met with that fate at which my very soul shuddered. But all these speculations
were vain; no tidings of Toby ever reached me; he had gone never to return.
e conduct of the islanders appeared inexplicable. All reference to my lost comrade was
carefully evaded, and if at any time they were forced to make some reply to my frequent inquiries
on the subject, they would uniformly denounce him as an ungrateful runaway, who had deserted
his friend, and taken himself off to that vile and detestable place Nukuheva.
But whatever might have been his fate, now that he was gone the natives multiplied their acts of
kindness and attention towards myself, treating me with a degree of deference which could hardly
have been surpassed had I been some celestial visitant. Kory-Kory never for one moment le my
side, unless it were to execute my wishes. e faithful fellow, twice every day, in the cool of the
morning and in the evening, insisted upon carrying me to the stream, and bathing me in its
refreshing water.
Frequently in the aernoon he would carry me to a particular part of the stream, where the
beauty of the scene produced a soothing influence upon my mind. At this place the waters flowed
between grassy banks, planted with enormous bread-fruit trees, whose vast branches interlacing
overhead, formed a leafy canopy; near the stream were several smooth black rocks. One of these,
projecting several feet above the surface of the water, had upon its summit a shallow cavity, which,
filled with freshly-gathered leaves, formed a delightful couch.
Here I oen lay for hours, covered with a gauze-like veil of tappa, while Fayaway, seated beside
me, and holding in her hand a fan woven from the leaflets of a young cocoanut bough, brushed
aside the insects that occasionally lighted on my face, and Kory-Kory, with a view of chasing away
my melancholy, performed a thousand antics in the water before us.
As my eye wandered along this romantic stream, it would fall upon the half-immersed figure of
a beautiful girl, standing in the transparent water, and catching in a little net a species of
diminutive shell-fish, of which these people are extraordinarily fond. Sometimes a chattering
group would be seated upon the edge of a low rock in the midst of the brook, busily engaged in
thinning and polishing the shells of cocoanuts, by rubbing them briskly with a small stone in the
water, an operation which soon converts them into a light and elegant drinking vessel, somewhat
resembling goblets made of tortoise shell.
But the tranquillizing influence of beautiful scenery, and the exhibition of human life under so
novel and charming an aspect were not my only sources of consolation.
Every evening the girls of the house gathered about me on the mats, and aer chasing away
Kory-Kory from my side—who nevertheless, retired only to a little distance and watched their
proceedings with the most jealous attention—would anoint my whole body with a fragrant oil,
squeezed from a yellow root, previously pounded between a couple of stones, and which in their
language is denominated ‘aka’. And most refreshing and agreeable are the juices of the ‘aka’, when
applied to ones, limbs by the so palms of sweet nymphs, whose bright eyes are beaming upon you
with kindness; and I used to hail with delight the daily recurrence of this luxurious operation, in
which I forgot all my troubles, and buried for the time every feeling of sorrow.
Sometimes in the cool of the evening my devoted servitor would lead me out upon the pi-pi in
front of the house, and seating me near its edge, protect my body from the annoyance of the
insects which occasionally hovered in the air, by wrapping me round with a large roll of tappa. He
then bustled about, and employed himself at least twenty minutes in adjusting everything to secure
my personal comfort.
Having perfected his arrangements, he would get my pipe, and, lighting it, would hand it to me.
Oen he was obliged to strike a light for the occasion, and as the mode he adopted was entirely
different from what I had ever seen or heard of before I will describe it.
A straight, dry, and partly decayed stick of the Hibiscus, about six feet in length, and half asmany inches in diameter, with a small, bit of wood not more than a foot long, and scarcely an inch
wide, is as invariably to be met with in every house in Typee as a box of lucifer matches in the
corner of a kitchen cupboard at home.
e islander, placing the larger stick obliquely against some object, with one end elevated at an
angle of forty-five degrees, mounts astride of it like an urchin about to gallop off upon a cane, and
then grasping the smaller one firmly in both hands, he rubs its pointed end slowly up and down
the extent of a few inches on the principal stick, until at last he makes a narrow groove in the
wood, with an abrupt termination at the point furthest from him, where all the dusty particles
which the friction creates are accumulated in a little heap.
At first Kory-Kory goes to work quite leisurely, but gradually quickens his pace, and waxing
warm in the employment, drives the stick furiously along the smoking channel, plying his hands to
and fro with amazing rapidity, the perspiration starting from every pore. As he approaches the
climax of his effort, he pants and gasps for breath, and his eyes almost start from their sockets with
the violence of his exertions. is is the critical stage of the operation; all his previous labours are
vain if he cannot sustain the rapidity of the movement until the reluctant spark is produced.
Suddenly he stops, becoming perfectly motionless. His hands still retain their hold of the smaller
stick, which is pressed convulsively against the further end of the channel among the fine powder
there accumulated, as if he had just pierced through and through some little viper that was
wriggling and struggling to escape from his clutches. e next moment a delicate wreath of smoke
curls spirally into the air, the heap of dusty particles glows with fire, and Kory-Kory, almost
breathless, dismounts from his steed.
is operation appeared to me to be the most laborious species of work performed in Typee;
and had I possessed a sufficient intimacy with the language to have conveyed my ideas upon the
subject, I should certainly have suggested to the most influential of the natives the expediency of
establishing a college of vestals to be centrally located in the valley, for the purpose of keeping alive
the indispensable article of fire; so as to supersede the necessity of such a vast outlay of strength and
good temper, as were usually squandered on these occasions. ere might, however, be special
difficulties in carrying this plan into execution.
What a striking evidence does this operation furnish of the wide difference between the extreme
of savage and civilized life. A gentleman of Typee can bring up a numerous family of children and
give them all a highly respectable cannibal education, with infinitely less toil and anxiety than he
expends in the simple process of striking a light; whilst a poor European artisan, who through the
instrumentality of a lucifer performs the same operation in one second, is put to his wit’s end to
provide for his starving offspring that food which the children of a Polynesian father, without
troubling their parents, pluck from the branches of every tree around them.
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kindness of marheyo and the rest of the islanders—a full description of the bread-fruit
tree—different modes of preparing the fruit.
ALL the inhabitants of the valley treated me with great kindness; but as to the household of
Marheyo, with whom I was now permanently domiciled, nothing could surpass their efforts to
minister to my comfort. To the gratification of my palate they paid the most unwearied attention.
ey continually invited me to partake of food, and when aer eating heartily I declined the
viands they continued to offer me, they seemed to think that my appetite stood in need of some
piquant stimulant to excite its activity.
In pursuance of this idea, old Marheyo himself would hie him away to the sea-shore by the
break of day, for the purpose of collecting various species of rare sea-weed; some of which among
these people are considered a great luxury. Aer a whole day spent in this employment, he would
return about nightfall with several cocoanut shells filled with different descriptions of kelp. In
preparing these for use he manifested all the ostentation of a professed cook, although the chief
mystery of the affair appeared to consist in pouring water in judicious quantities upon the slimy
contents of his cocoanut shells.
e first time he submitted one of these saline salads to my critical attention I naturally thought
that anything collected at such pains must possess peculiar merits; but one mouthful was a
complete dose; and great was the consternation of the old warrior at the rapidity with which I
ejected his Epicurean treat.
How true it is, that the rarity of any particular article enhances its value amazingly. In some part
of the valley—I know not where, but probably in the neighbourhood of the sea—the girls were
sometimes in the habit of procuring small quantities of salt, a thimble-full or so being the result of
the united labours of a party of five or six employed for the greater part of the day. is precious
commodity they brought to the house, enveloped in multitudinous folds of leaves; and as a special
mark of the esteem in which they held me, would spread an immense leaf on the ground, and
dropping one by one a few minute particles of the salt upon it, invite me to taste them.
From the extravagant value placed upon the article, I verily believe, that with a bushel of
common Liverpool salt all the real estate in Typee might have been purchased. With a small pinch
of it in one hand, and a quarter section of a bread-fruit in the other, the greatest chief in the valley
would have laughed at all luxuries of a Parisian table.
e celebrity of the bread-fruit tree, and the conspicuous place it occupies in a Typee bill of
fare, induces me to give at some length a general description of the tree, and the various modes in
which the fruit is prepared.
e bread-fruit tree, in its glorious prime, is a grand and towering object, forming the same
feature in a Marquesan landscape that the patriarchal elm does in New England scenery. e latter
tree it not a little resembles in height, in the wide spread of its stalwart branches, and in its
venerable and imposing aspect.
e leaves of the bread-fruit are of great size, and their edges are cut and scolloped as
fantastically as those of a lady’s lace collar. As they annually tend towards decay, they almost rival
in brilliant variety of their gradually changing hues the fleeting shades of the expiring dolphin.
e autumnal tints of our American forests, glorious as they are, sink into nothing in comparison
with this tree.
e leaf, in one particular stage, when nearly all the prismatic colours are blended on its surface,
is oen converted by the natives into a superb and striking head-dress. e principal fibre
traversing its length being split open a convenient distance, and the elastic sides of the aperture
pressed apart, the head is inserted between them, the leaf drooping on one side, with its forward
half turned jauntily up on the brows, and the remaining part spreading laterally behind the ears.e fruit somewhat resembles in magnitude and general appearance one of our citron melons of
ordinary size; but, unlike the citron, it has no sectional lines drawn along the outside. Its surface is
dotted all over with little conical prominences, looking not unlike the knobs, on an antiquated
church door. e rind is perhaps an eighth of an inch in thickness; and denuded of this at the time
when it is in the greatest perfection, the fruit presents a beautiful globe of white pulp, the whole of
which may be eaten, with the exception of a slender core, which is easily removed.
e bread-fruit, however, is never used, and is indeed altogether unfit to be eaten, until
submitted in one form or other to the action of fire.
e most simple manner in which this operation is performed, and I think, the best, consists in
placing any number of the freshly plucked fruit, when in a particular state of greenness, among the
embers of a fire, in the same way that you would roast a potato. Aer the lapse of ten or fieen
minutes, the green rind embrowns and cracks, showing through the fissures in its sides the
milkwhite interior. As soon as it cools the rind drops off, and you then have the so round pulp in its
purest and most delicious state. Thus eaten, it has a mild and pleasing flavour.
Sometimes aer having been roasted in the fire, the natives snatch it briskly from the embers,
and permitting it to slip out of the yielding rind into a vessel of cold water, stir up the mixture,
which they call ‘bo-a-sho’. I never could endure this compound, and indeed the preparation is not
greatly in vogue among the more polite Typees.
ere is one form, however, in which the fruit is occasionally served, that renders it a dish fit
for a king. As soon as it is taken from the fire the exterior is removed, the core extracted, and the
remaining part is placed in a sort of shallow stone mortar, and briskly worked with a pestle of the
same substance. While one person is performing this operation, another takes a ripe cocoanut, and
breaking it in halves, which they also do very cleverly, proceeds to grate the juicy meat into fine
particles. is is done by means of a piece of mother-of-pearl shell, lashed firmly to the extreme
end of a heavy stick, with its straight side accurately notched like a saw. e stick is sometimes a
grotesquely-formed limb of a tree, with three or four branches twisting from its body like so many
shapeless legs, and sustaining it two or three feet from the ground.
e native, first placing a calabash beneath the nose, as it were, of his curious-looking log-steed,
for the purpose of receiving the grated fragments as they fall, mounts astride of it as if it were a
hobby-horse, and twirling the inside of his hemispheres of cocoanut around the sharp teeth of the
mother-of-pearl shell, the pure white meat falls in snowy showers into the receptacle provided.
Having obtained a quantity sufficient for his purpose, he places it in a bag made of the net-like
fibrous substance attached to all cocoanut trees, and compressing it over the bread-fruit, which
being now sufficiently pounded, is put into a wooden bowl—extracts a thick creamy milk. e
delicious liquid soon bubbles round the fruit, and leaves it at last just peeping above its surface.
is preparation is called ‘kokoo’, and a most luscious preparation it is. e hobby-horse and
the pestle and mortar were in great requisition during the time I remained in the house of
Marheyo, and Kory-Kory had frequent occasion to show his skill in their use.
But the great staple articles of food into which the bread-fruit is converted by these natives are
known respectively by the names of Amar and Poee-Poee.
At a certain season of the year, when the fruit of the hundred groves of the valley has reached its
maturity, and hangs in golden spheres from every branch, the islanders assemble in harvest groups,
and garner in the abundance which surrounds them.
e trees are stripped of their nodding burdens, which, easily freed from the rind and core, are
gathered together in capacious wooden vessels, where the pulpy fruit is soon worked by a stone
pestle, vigorously applied, into a blended mass of a doughy consistency, called by the natives
‘Tutao’. is is then divided into separate parcels, which, aer being made up into stout packages,
enveloped in successive folds of leaves, and bound round with thongs of bark, are stored away in
large receptacles hollowed in the earth, from whence they are drawn as occasion may require. In
this condition the Tutao sometimes remains for years, and even is thought to improve by age.
Before it is fit to be eaten, however, it has to undergo an additional process. A primitive oven is
scooped in the ground, and its bottom being loosely covered with stones, a large fire is kindled
within it. As soon as the requisite degree of heat is attained, the embers are removed, and thesurface of the stones being covered with thick layers of leaves, one of the large packages of Tutao is
deposited upon them and overspread with another layer of leaves. e whole is then quickly
heaped up with earth, and forms a sloping mound.
e Tutao thus baked is called ‘Amar’; the action of the oven having converted it into an
amber-coloured caky substance, a little tart, but not at all disagreeable to the taste.
By another and final process the ‘Amar’ is changed into ‘Poee-Poee’. is transition is rapidly
effected. e Amar is placed in a vessel, and mixed with water until it gains a proper pudding-like
consistency, when, without further preparation, it is in readiness for use. is is the form in which
the ‘Tutao’ is generally consumed. The singular mode of eating it I have already described.
Were it not that the bread-fruit is thus capable of being preserved for a length of time, the
natives might be reduced to a state of starvation; for owing to some unknown cause the trees
sometimes fail to bear fruit; and on such occasions the islanders chiefly depend upon the supplies
they have been enabled to store away.
is stately tree, which is rarely met with upon the Sandwich Islands, and then only of a very
inferior quality, and at Tahiti does not abound to a degree that renders its fruit the principal article
of food, attains its greatest excellence in the genial climate of the Marquesan group, where it grows
to an enormous magnitude, and flourishes in the utmost abundance.
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melancholy condition—occurrence at the ti—anecdote of marheyo—shaving the head of
a warrior.
IN looking back to this period, and calling to remembrance the numberless proofs of kindness and
respect which I received from the natives of the valley, I can scarcely understand how it was that,
in the midst of so many consolatory circumstances, my mind should still have been consumed by
the most dismal forebodings, and have remained a prey to the profoundest melancholy. It is true
that the suspicious circumstances which had attended the disappearance of Toby were enough of
themselves to excite distrust with regard to the savages, in whose power I felt myself to be entirely
placed, especially when it was combined with the knowledge that these very men, kind and
respectful as they were to me, were, after all, nothing better than a set of cannibals.
But my chief source of anxiety, and that which poisoned every temporary enjoyment, was the
mysterious disease in my leg, which still remained unabated. All the herbal applications of Tinor,
united with the severer discipline of the old leech, and the affectionate nursing of Kory-Kory, had
failed to relieve me. I was almost a cripple, and the pain I endured at intervals was agonizing. e
unaccountable malady showed no signs of amendment: on the contrary, its violence increased day
by day, and threatened the most fatal results, unless some powerful means were employed to
counteract it. It seemed as if I were destined to sink under this grievous affliction, or at least that it
would hinder me from availing myself of any opportunity of escaping from the valley.
An incident which occurred as nearly as I can estimate about three weeks after the disappearance
of Toby, convinced me that the natives, from some reason or other, would interpose every possible
obstacle to my leaving them.
One morning there was no little excitement evinced by the people near my abode, and which I
soon discovered proceeded from a vague report that boats, had been seen at a great distance
approaching the bay. Immediately all was bustle and animation. It so happened that day that the
pain I suffered having somewhat abated, and feeling in much better spirits than usual, I had
complied with Kory-Kory’s invitation to visit the chief Mehevi at the place called the ‘Ti’, which I
have before described as being situated within the precincts of the Taboo Groves. ese sacred
recesses were at no great distance from Marheyo’s habitation, and lay between it and the sea; the
path that conducted to the beach passing directly in front of the Ti, and thence skirting along the
border of the groves.
I was reposing upon the mats, within the sacred building, in company with Mehevi and several
other chiefs, when the announcement was first made. It sent a thrill of joy through my whole
frame;—perhaps Toby was about to return. I rose at once to my feet, and my instinctive impulse
was to hurry down to the beach, equally regardless of the distance that separated me from it, and of
my disabled condition. As soon as Mehevi noticed the effect the intelligence had produced upon
me, and the impatience I betrayed to reach the sea, his countenance assumed that inflexible rigidity
of expression which had so awed me on the aernoon of our arrival at the house of Marheyo. As I
was proceeding to leave the Ti, he laid his hand upon my shoulder, and said gravely, ‘abo, abo’
(wait, wait). Solely intent upon the one thought that occupied my mind, and heedless of his
request, I was brushing past him, when suddenly he assumed a tone of authority, and told me to
‘moee’ (sit down). ough struck by the alteration in his demeanour, the excitement under which
I laboured was too strong to permit me to obey the unexpected command, and I was still limping
towards the edge of the pi-pi with Kory-Kory clinging to one arm in his efforts to restrain me,
when the natives around started to their feet, ranged themselves along the open front of the
building, while Mehevi looked at me scowlingly, and reiterated his commands still more sternly.
It was at this moment, when fiy savage countenances were glaring upon me, that I first truly
experienced I was indeed a captive in the valley. e conviction rushed upon me with staggeringforce, and I was overwhelmed by this confirmation of my worst fears. I saw at once that it was
useless for me to resist, and sick at heart, I reseated myself upon the mats, and for the moment
abandoned myself to despair.
I now perceived the natives one aer the other hurrying past the Ti and pursuing the route that
conducted to the sea. ese savages, thought I, will soon be holding communication with some of
my own countrymen perhaps, who with ease could restore me to liberty did they know of the
situation I was in. No language can describe the wretchedness which I felt; and in the bitterness of
my soul I imprecated a thousand curses on the perfidious Toby, who had thus abandoned me to
destruction. It was in vain that Kory-Kory tempted me with food, or lighted my pipe, or sought to
attract my attention by performing the uncouth antics that had sometimes diverted me. I was
fairly knocked down by this last misfortune, which, much as I had feared it, I had never before had
the courage calmly to contemplate.
Regardless of everything but my own sorrow, I remained in the Ti for several hours, until shouts
proceeding at intervals from the groves beyond the house proclaimed the return of the natives
from the beach.
Whether any boats visited the bay that morning or not, I never could ascertain. e savages
assured me that there had not—but I was inclined to believe that by deceiving me in this particular
they sought to allay the violence of my grief. However that might be, this incident showed plainly
that the Typees intended to hold me a prisoner. As they still treated me with the same sedulous
attention as before, I was utterly at a loss how to account for their singular conduct. Had I been in
a situation to instruct them in any of the rudiments of the mechanic arts, or had I manifested a
disposition to render myself in any way useful among them, their conduct might have been
attributed to some adequate motive, but as it was, the matter seemed to me inexplicable.
During my whole stay on the island there occurred but two or three instances where the natives
applied to me with the view of availing themselves of my superior information; and these now
appear so ludicrous that I cannot forbear relating them.
The few things we had brought from Nukuheva had been done up into a small bundle which we
had carried with us in our descent to the valley. is bundle, the first night of our arrival, I had
used as a pillow, but on the succeeding morning, opening it for the inspection of the natives, they
gazed upon the miscellaneous contents as though I had just revealed to them a casket of diamonds,
and they insisted that so precious a treasure should be properly secured. A line was accordingly
attached to it, and the other end being passed over the ridge-pole of the house, it was hoisted up to
the apex of the roof, where it hung suspended directly over the mats where I usually reclined.
When I desired anything from it I merely raised my finger to a bamboo beside me, and taking
hold of the string which was there fastened, lowered the package. is was exceedingly handy, and
I took care to let the natives understand how much I applauded the invention. Of this package the
chief contents were a razor with its case, a supply of needles and thread, a pound or two of tobacco
and a few yards of bright-coloured calico.
I should have mentioned that shortly aer Toby’s disappearance, perceiving the uncertainty of
the time I might be obliged to remain in the valley—if, indeed, I ever should escape from it—and
considering that my whole wardrobe consisted of a shirt and a pair of trousers, I resolved to doff
these garments at once, in order to preserve them in a suitable condition for wear should I again
appear among civilized beings. I was consequently obliged to assume the Typee costume, a little
altered, however, to suit my own views of propriety, and in which I have no doubt I appeared to as
much advantage as a senator of Rome enveloped in the folds of his toga. A few folds of yellow
tappa tucked about my waist, descended to my feet in the style of a lady’s petticoat, only I did not
have recourse to those voluminous paddings in the rear with which our gentle dames are in the
habit of augmenting the sublime rotundity of their figures. is usually comprised my in-door
dress; whenever I walked out, I superadded to it an ample robe of the same material, which
completely enveloped my person, and screened it from the rays of the sun.
One morning I made a rent in this mantle; and to show the islanders with what facility it could
be repaired, I lowered my bundle, and taking from it a needle and thread, proceeded to stitch up
the opening. ey regarded this wonderful application of science with intense admiration; andwhilst I was stitching away, old Marheyo, who was one of the lookers-on, suddenly clapped his
hand to his forehead, and rushing to a corner of the house, drew forth a soiled and tattered strip of
faded calico which he must have procured some time or other in traffic on the beach—and
besought me eagerly to exercise a little of my art upon it. I willingly complied, though certainly so
stumpy a needle as mine never took such gigantic strides over calico before. e repairs completed,
old Marheyo gave me a paternal hug ; and divesting himself of his ‘maro’ (girdle), swathed the
calico about his loins, and slipping the beloved ornaments into his ears, grasped his spear and
sallied out of the house, like a valiant Templar arrayed in a new and costly suit of armour.
I never used my razor during my stay in the island, but although a very subordinate affair, it had
been vastly admired by the Typees; and Narmonee, a great hero among them, who was exceedingly
precise in the arrangements of his toilet and the general adjustment of is person, being the most
accurately tattooed and laboriously horrified individual in all the valley, thought it would be a
great advantage to have it applied to the already shaven crown of his head.
e implement they usually employ is a shark’s tooth, which is about as well adapted to the
purpose as a one-pronged fork for pitching hay. No wonder, then, that the acute Narmonee
perceived the advantage my razor possessed over the usual implement. Accordingly, one day he
requested as a personal favour that I would just run over his head with the razor. In reply, I gave
him to understand that it was too dull, and could not be used to any purpose without being
previously sharpened. To assist my meaning, I went through an imaginary honing process on the
palm of my hand. Narmonee took my meaning in an instant, and running out of the house,
returned the next moment with a huge rough mass of rock as big as a millstone, and indicated to
me that that was exactly the thing I wanted. Of course there was nothing left for me but to proceed
to business, and I began scraping away at a great rate. He writhed and wriggled under the
infliction, but, fully convinced of my skill, endured the pain like a martyr.
ough I never saw Narmonee in battle I will, from what I then observed, stake my life upon
his courage and fortitude. Before commencing operations, his head had presented a surface of short
bristling hairs, and by the time I had concluded my unskilful operation it resembled not a little a
stubble field aer being gone over with a harrow. However, as the chief expressed the liveliest
satisfaction at the result, I was too wise to dissent from his opinion.
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improvement in health and spirits—felicity of the typees—their enjoyments compared
with those of more enlightened communities—comparative wickedness of civilized and
unenlightened people—a skirmish in the mountain with the warriors of happar.
DAY aer day wore on, and still there was no perceptible change in the conduct of the islanders
towards me. Gradually I lost all knowledge of the regular recurrence of the days of the week, and
sunk insensibly into that kind of apathy which ensues aer some violent outburst of despair. My
limb suddenly healed, the swelling went down, the pain subsided, and I had every reason to
suppose I should soon completely recover from the affliction that had so long tormented me.
As soon as I was enabled to ramble about the valley in company with the natives, troops of
whom followed me whenever I sallied out of the house, I began to experience an elasticity of mind
which placed me beyond the reach of those dismal forebodings to which I had so lately been a
prey. Received wherever I went with the most deferential kindness; regaled perpetually with the
most delightful fruits; ministered to by dark-eyed nymphs, and enjoying besides all the services of
the devoted Kory-Kory, I thought that, for a sojourn among cannibals, no man could have well
made a more agreeable one.
To be sure there were limits set to my wanderings. Toward the sea my progress was barred by an
express prohibition of the savages; and after having made two or three ineffectual attempts to reach
it, as much to gratify my curiosity as anything else, I gave up the idea. It was in vain to think of
reaching it by stealth, since the natives escorted me in numbers wherever I went, and not for one
single moment that I can recall to mind was I ever permitted to be alone.
e green and precipitous elevations that stood ranged around the head of the vale where
Marheyo’s habitation was situated effectually precluded all hope of escape in that quarter, even if I
could have stolen away from the thousand eyes of the savages.
But these reflections now seldom obtruded upon me; I gave myself up to the passing hour, and if
ever disagreeable thoughts arose in my mind, I drove them away. When I looked around the
verdant recess in which I was buried, and gazed up to the summits of the loy eminence that
hemmed me in, I was well disposed to think that I was in the ‘Happy Valley’, and that beyond
those heights there was naught but a world of care and anxiety. As I extended my wanderings in
the valley and grew more familiar with the habits of its inmates, I was fain to confess that, despite
the disadvantages of his condition, the Polynesian savage, surrounded by all the luxurious
provisions of nature, enjoyed an infinitely happier, though certainly a less intellectual existence
than the self-complacent European.
e naked wretch who shivers beneath the bleak skies, and starves among the inhospitable wilds
of Tierra-del-Fuego, might indeed be made happier by civilization, for it would alleviate his
physical wants. But the voluptuous Indian, with every desire supplied, whom Providence has
bountifully provided with all the sources of pure and natural enjoyment, and from whom are
removed so many of the ills and pains of life—what has he to desire at the hands of Civilization?
She may ‘cultivate his mind—may elevate his thoughts,’—these I believe are the established
phrases—but will he be the happier? Let the once smiling and populous Hawaiian islands, with
their now diseased, starving, and dying natives, answer the question. e missionaries may seek to
disguise the matter as they will, but the facts are incontrovertible; and the devoutest Christian who
visits that group with an unbiased mind, must go away mournfully asking—‘Are these, alas! the
fruits of twenty-five years of enlightening?’
In a primitive state of society, the enjoyments of life, though few and simple, are spread over a
great extent, and are unalloyed; but Civilization, for every advantage she imparts, holds a hundred
evils in reserve;—the heart-burnings, the jealousies, the social rivalries, the family dissentions, and
the thousand self-inflicted discomforts of refined life, which make up in units the swellingaggregate of human misery, are unknown among these unsophisticated people.
But it will be urged that these shocking unprincipled wretches are cannibals. Very true; and a
rather bad trait in their character it must be allowed. But they are such only when they seek to
gratify the passion of revenge upon their enemies; and I ask whether the mere eating of human
flesh so very far exceeds in barbarity that custom which only a few years since was practised in
enlightened England:—a convicted traitor, perhaps a man found guilty of honesty, patriotism, and
suchlike heinous crimes, had his head lopped off with a huge axe, his bowels dragged out and
thrown into a fire; while his body, carved into four quarters, was with his head exposed upon pikes,
and permitted to rot and fester among the public haunts of men!
e fiend-like skill we display in the invention of all manner of death-dealing engines, the
vindictiveness with which we carry on our wars, and the misery and desolation that follow in their
train, are enough of themselves to distinguish the white civilized man as the most ferocious animal
on the face of the earth.
His remorseless cruelty is seen in many of the institutions of our own favoured land. ere is
one in particular lately adopted in one of the States of the Union, which purports to have been
dictated by the most merciful considerations. To destroy our malefactors piece-meal, drying up in
their veins, drop by drop, the blood we are too chicken-hearted to shed by a single blow which
would at once put a period to their sufferings, is deemed to be infinitely preferable to the
oldfashioned punishment of gibbeting—much less annoying to the victim, and more in accordance
with the refined spirit of the age; and yet how feeble is all language to describe the horrors we
inflict upon these wretches, whom we mason up in the cells of our prisons, and condemn to
perpetual solitude in the very heart of our population.
But it is needless to multiply the examples of civilized barbarity; they far exceed in the amount
of misery they cause the crimes which we regard with such abhorrence in our less enlightened
fellow-creatures.
e term ‘Savage’ is, I conceive, oen misapplied, and indeed, when I consider the vices,
cruelties, and enormities of every kind that spring up in the tainted atmosphere of a feverish
civilization, I am inclined to think that so far as the relative wickedness of the parties is concerned,
four or five Marquesan Islanders sent to the United States as Missionaries might be quite as useful
as an equal number of Americans despatched to the Islands in a similar capacity.
I once heard it given as an instance of the frightful depravity of a certain tribe in the Pacific that
they had no word in their language to express the idea of virtue. e assertion was unfounded; but
were it otherwise, it might be met by stating that their language is almost entirely destitute of
terms to express the delightful ideas conveyed by our endless catalogue of civilized crimes.
In the altered frame of mind to which I have referred, every object that presented itself to my
notice in the valley struck me in a new light, and the opportunities I now enjoyed of observing the
manners of its inmates, tended to strengthen my favourable impressions. One peculiarity that fixed
my admiration was the perpetual hilarity reigning through the whole extent of the vale.
ere seemed to be no cares, griefs, troubles, or vexations, in all Typee. e hours tripped along
as gaily as the laughing couples down a country dance.
ere were none of those thousand sources of irritation that the ingenuity of civilized man has
created to mar his own felicity. ere were no foreclosures of mortgages, no protested notes, no
bills payable, no debts of honour in Typee; no unreasonable tailors and shoemakers perversely bent
on being paid; no duns of any description and battery attorneys, to foment discord, backing their
clients up to a quarrel, and then knocking their heads together; no poor relations, everlastingly
occupying the spare bed-chamber, and diminishing the elbow room at the family table; no
destitute widows with their children starving on the cold charities of the world; no beggars; no
debtors’ prisons; no proud and hard-hearted nabobs in Typee; or to sum up all in one word—no
Money! ‘That root of all evil’ was not to be found in the valley.
In this secluded abode of happiness there were no cross old women, no cruel step-dames, no
withered spinsters, no lovesick maidens, no sour old bachelors, no inattentive husbands, no
melancholy young men, no blubbering youngsters, and no squalling brats. All was mirth, fun and
high good humour. Blue devils, hypochondria, and doleful dumps, went and hid themselvesamong the nooks and crannies of the rocks.
Here you would see a parcel of children frolicking together the live-long day, and no
quarrelling, no contention, among them. The same number in our own land could not have played
together for the space of an hour without biting or scratching one another. ere you might have
seen a throng of young females, not filled with envyings of each other’s charms, nor displaying the
ridiculous affectations of gentility, nor yet moving in whalebone corsets, like so many automatons,
but free, inartificially happy, and unconstrained.
ere were some spots in that sunny vale where they would frequently resort to decorate
themselves with garlands of flowers. To have seen them reclining beneath the shadows of one of
the beautiful groves; the ground about them strewn with freshly gathered buds and blossoms,
employed in weaving chaplets and necklaces, one would have thought that all the train of Flora
had gathered together to keep a festival in honour of their mistress.
With the young men there seemed almost always some matter of diversion or business on hand
that afforded a constant variety of enjoyment. But whether fishing, or carving canoes, or polishing
their ornaments, never was there exhibited the least sign of strife or contention among them. As
for the warriors, they maintained a tranquil dignity of demeanour, journeying occasionally from
house to house, where they were always sure to be received with the attention bestowed upon
distinguished guests. The old men, of whom there were many in the vale, seldom stirred from their
mats, where they would recline for hours and hours, smoking and talking to one another with all
the garrulity of age.
But the continual happiness, which so far as I was able to judge appeared to prevail in the valley,
sprang principally from that all-pervading sensation which Rousseau has told us be at one time
experienced, the mere buoyant sense of a healthful physical existence. And indeed in this particular
the Typees had ample reason to felicitate themselves, for sickness was almost unknown. During the
whole period of my stay I saw but one invalid among them; and on their smooth skins you
observed no blemish or mark of disease.
e general repose, however, upon which I have just been descanting, was broken in upon about
this time by an event which proved that the islanders were not entirely exempt from those
occurrences which disturb the quiet of more civilized communities.
Having now been a considerable time in the valley, I began to feel surprised that the violent
hostility subsisting between its inhabitants, and those of the adjoining bay of Happar, should never
have manifested itself in any warlike encounter. Although the valiant Typees would oen by
gesticulations declare their undying hatred against their enemies, and the disgust they felt at their
cannibal propensities; although they dilated upon the manifold injuries they had received at their
hands, yet with a forbearance truly commendable, they appeared to sit down under their
grievances, and to refrain from making any reprisals. e Happars, entrenched behind their
mountains, and never even showing themselves on their summits, did not appear to me to furnish
adequate cause for that excess of animosity evinced towards them by the heroic tenants of our vale,
and I was inclined to believe that the deeds of blood attributed to them had been greatly
exaggerated.
On the other hand, as the clamours of war had not up to this period disturbed the serenity of
the tribe, I began to distrust the truth of those reports which ascribed so fierce and belligerent a
character to the Typee nation. Surely, thought I, all these terrible stories I have heard about the
inveteracy with which they carried on the feud, their deadly intensity, of hatred and the diabolical
malice with which they glutted their revenge upon the inanimate forms of the slain, are nothing
more than fables, and I must confess that I experienced something like a sense of regret at having
my hideous anticipations thus disappointed. I felt in some sort like a ’prentice boy who, going to
the play in the expectation of being delighted with a cut-and-thrust tragedy, is almost moved to
tears of disappointment at the exhibition of a genteel comedy.
I could not avoid thinking that I had fallen in with a greatly traduced people, and I moralized
not a little upon the disadvantage of having a bad name, which in this instance had given a tribe of
savages, who were as pacific as so many lambkins, the reputation of a confederacy of giant-killers.
But subsequent events proved that I had been a little too premature in coming to thisconclusion. One, day about noon, happening to be at the Ti, I had lain down on the mats with
several of the chiefs, and had gradually sunk into a most luxurious siesta, when I was awakened by a
tremendous outcry, and starting up beheld the natives seizing their spears and hurrying out, while
the most puissant of the chiefs, grasping the six muskets which were ranged against the bamboos,
followed aer, and soon disappeared in the groves. ese movements were accompanied by wild
shouts, in which ‘Happar, Happar,’ greatly predominated. e islanders were now seen running
past the Ti, and striking across the valley to the Happar side. Presently I heard the sharp report of a
musket from the adjoining hills, and then a burst of voices in the same direction. At this the
women who had congregated in the groves, set up the most violent clamours, as they invariably do
here as elsewhere on every occasion of excitement and alarm, with a view of tranquillizing their
own minds and disturbing other people. On this particular occasion they made such an outrageous
noise, and continued it with such perseverance, that for awhile, had entire volleys of musketry been
fired off in the neighbouring mountains, I should not have been able to have heard them.
When this female commotion had a little subsided I listened eagerly for further information. At
last bang went another shot, and then a second volley of yells from the hills. Again all was quiet,
and continued so for such a length of time that I began to think the contending armies had agreed
upon a suspension of hostilities; when pop went a third gun, followed as before with a yell. Aer
this, for nearly two hours nothing occurred worthy of comment, save some straggling shouts from
the hillside, sounding like the halloos of a parcel of truant boys who had lost themselves in the
woods.
During this interval I had remained standing on the piazza of the ‘Ti,’ which directly fronted
the Happar mountain, and with no one near me but Kory-Kory and the old superannuated savages
I have described. ese latter never stirred from their mats, and seemed altogether unconscious
that anything unusual was going on.
As for Kory-Kory, he appeared to think that we were in the midst of great events, and sought
most zealously to impress me with a due sense of their importance. Every sound that reached us
conveyed some momentous item of intelligence to him. At such times, as if he were gied with
second sight, he would go through a variety of pantomimic illustrations, showing me the precise
manner in which the redoubtable Typees were at that very moment chastising the insolence of the
enemy. ‘Mehevi hanna pippee nuee Happar,’ he exclaimed every five minutes, giving me to
understand that under that distinguished captain the warriors of his nation were performing
prodigies of valour.
Having heard only four reports from the muskets, I was led to believe that they were worked by
the islanders in the same manner as the Sultan Solyman’s ponderous artillery at the siege of
Byzantium, one of them taking an hour or two to load and train. At last, no sound whatever
proceeding from the mountains, I concluded that the contest had been determined one way or the
other. Such appeared, indeed, to be the case, for in a little while a courier arrived at the ‘Ti’, almost
breathless with his exertions, and communicated the news of a great victory having been achieved
by his countrymen: ‘Happar poo arva!—Happar poo arva!’ (the cowards had fled). Kory-Kory was
in ecstasies, and commenced a vehement harangue, which, so far as I understood it, implied that
the result exactly agreed with his expectations, and which, moreover, was intended to convince me
that it would be a perfectly useless undertaking, even for an army of fire-eaters, to offer battle to
the irresistible heroes of our valley. In all this I of course acquiesced, and looked forward with no
little interest to the return of the conquerors, whose victory I feared might not have been
purchased without cost to themselves.
But here I was again mistaken; for Mehevi, in conducting his warlike operations, rather inclined
to the Fabian than to the Bonapartean tactics, husbanding his resources and exposing his troops to
no unnecessary hazards. e total loss of the victors in this obstinately contested affair was, in
killed, wounded, and missing—one forefinger and part of a thumb-nail (which the late proprietor
brought along with him in his hand), a severely contused arm, and a considerable effusion of blood
flowing from the thigh of a chief, who had received an ugly thrust from a Happar spear. What the
enemy had suffered I could not discover, but I presume they had succeeded in taking off with them
the bodies of their slain.Such was the issue of the battle, as far as its results came under my observation: and as it
appeared to be considered an event of prodigious importance, I reasonably concluded that the wars
of the natives were marked by no very sanguinary traits. I aerwards learned how the skirmish had
originated. A number of the Happars had been discovered prowling for no good purpose on the
Typee side of the mountain; the alarm sounded, and the invaders, aer a protracted resistance, had
been chased over the frontier. But why had not the intrepid Mehevi carried the war into Happar?
Why had he not made a descent into the hostile vale, and brought away some trophy of his victory
—some materials for the cannibal entertainment which I had heard usually terminated every
engagement? Aer all, I was much inclined to believe that these shocking festivals must occur very
rarely among the islanders, if, indeed, they ever take place.
For two or three days the late event was the theme of general comment; aer which the
excitement gradually wore away, and the valley resumed its accustomed tranquility.
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swimming in company with the girls of the valley—a canoe—effects of the taboo—a
pleasure excursion on the pond—beautiful freak of fayaway—mantua-making—a stranger
arrives in the valley—his mysterious conduct—native oratory—the interview—its
results—departure of the stranger.
RETURNING health and peace of mind gave a new interest to everything around me. I sought to
diversify my time by as many enjoyments as lay within my reach. Bathing in company with troops
of girls formed one of my chief amusements. We sometimes enjoyed the recreation in the waters
of a miniature lake, to which the central stream of the valley expanded. is lovely sheet of water
was almost circular in figure, and about three hundred yards across. Its beauty was indescribable.
All around its banks waved luxuriant masses of tropical foliage, soaring high above which were
seen, here and there, the symmetrical sha of the cocoanut tree, surmounted by its tus of graceful
branches, drooping in the air like so many waving ostrich plumes.
e ease and grace with which the maidens of the valley propelled themselves through the
water, and their familiarity with the element, were truly astonishing. Sometimes they might be
seen gliding along just under the surface, without apparently moving hand or foot—then throwing
themselves on their sides, they darted through the water, revealing glimpses of their forms, as, in
the course of their rapid progress, they shot for an instant partly into the air—at one moment they
dived deep down into the water, and the next they rose bounding to the surface.
I remember upon one occasion plunging in among a parcel of these river-nymphs, and counting
vainly on my superior strength, sought to drag some of them under the water, but I quickly
repented my temerity. e amphibious young creatures swarmed about me like a shoal of
dolphins, and seizing hold of my devoted limbs, tumbled me about and ducked me under the
surface, until from the strange noises which rang in my ears, and the supernatural visions dancing
before my eyes, I thought I was in the land of the spirits. I stood indeed as little chance among
them as a cumbrous whale attacked on all sides by a legion of swordfish. When at length they
relinquished their hold of me, they swam away in every direction, laughing at my clumsy
endeavours to reach them.
ere was no boat on the lake; but at my solicitation and for my special use, some of the young
men attached to Marheyo’s household, under the direction of the indefatigable Kory-Kory,
brought up a light and tastefully carved canoe from the sea. It was launched upon the sheet of
water, and floated there as gracefully as a swan. But, melancholy to relate, it produced an effect I
had not anticipated. e sweet nymphs, who had sported with me before on the lake, now all fled
its vicinity. e prohibited cra, guarded by the edicts of the ‘taboo,’ extended the prohibition to
the waters in which it lay.
For a few days, Kory-Kory, with one or two other youths, accompanied me in my excursions to
the lake, and while I paddled about in my light canoe, would swim aer me shouting and
gambolling in pursuit. But I as ever partial to what is termed in the ‘Young Men’s Own
Book’—‘the society of virtuous and intelligent young ladies;’ and in the absence of the mermaids,
the amusement became dull and insipid. One morning I expressed to my faithful servitor my
desire for the return of the nymphs. The honest fellow looked at me bewildered for a moment, and
then shook his head solemnly, and murmured ‘taboo! taboo!’ giving me to understand that unless
the canoe was removed I could not expect to have the young ladies back again. But to this
procedure I was averse; I not only wanted the canoe to stay where it was, but I wanted the
beauteous Fayaway to get into it, and paddle with me about the lake. is latter proposition
completely horrified Kory-Kory’s notions of propriety. He inveighed against it, as something too
monstrous to be thought of. It not only shocked their established notions of propriety, but was at
variance with all their religious ordinances.However, although the ‘taboo’ was a ticklish thing to meddle with, I determined to test its
capabilities of resisting an attack. I consulted the chief Mehevi, who endeavoured to dissuade me
from my object; but I was not to be repulsed; and accordingly increased the warmth of my
solicitations. At last he entered into a long, and I have no doubt a very learned and eloquent
exposition of the history and nature of the ‘taboo’ as affecting this particular case; employing a
variety of most extraordinary words, which, from their amazing length and sonorousness, I have
every reason to believe were of a theological nature. But all that he said failed to convince me:
partly, perhaps, because I could not comprehend a word that he uttered; but chiefly, that for the
life of me I could not understand why a woman would not have as much right to enter a canoe as a
man. At last he became a little more rational, and intimated that, out of the abundant love he bore
me, he would consult with the priests and see what could be done.
How it was that the priesthood of Typee satisfied the affair with their consciences, I know not;
but so it was, and Fayaway dispensation from this portion of the taboo was at length procured.
Such an event I believe never before had occurred in the valley; but it was high time the islanders
should be taught a little gallantry, and I trust that the example I set them may produce beneficial
effects. Ridiculous, indeed, that the lovely creatures should be obliged to paddle about in the water,
like so many ducks, while a parcel of great strapping fellows skimmed over its surface in their
canoes.
e first day aer Fayaway’s emancipation, I had a delightful little party on the lake—the
damsels’ Kory-Kory, and myself. My zealous body-servant brought from the house a calabash of
poee-poee, half a dozen young cocoanuts—stripped of their husks—three pipes, as many yams, and
me on his back a part of the way. Something of a load; but Kory-Kory was a very strong man for
his size, and by no means brittle in the spine. We had a very pleasant day; my trusty valet plied the
paddle and swept us gently along the margin of the water, beneath the shades of the overhanging
thickets. Fayaway and I reclined in the stern of the canoe, on the very best terms possible with one
another; the gentle nymph occasionally placing her pipe to her lip, and exhaling the mild fumes of
the tobacco, to which her rosy breath added a fresh perfume. Strange as it may seem, there is
nothing in which a young and beautiful female appears to more advantage than in the act of
smoking. How captivating is a Peruvian lady, swinging in her gaily-woven hammock of grass,
extended between two orange-trees, and inhaling the fragrance of a choice cigarro!
But Fayaway, holding in her delicately formed olive hand the long yellow reed of her pipe, with
its quaintly carved bowl, and every few moments languishingly giving forth light wreaths of
vapour from her mouth and nostrils, looked still more engaging.
We floated about thus for several hours, when I looked up to the warm, glowing, tropical sky,
and then down into the transparent depths below; and when my eye, wandering from the
bewitching scenery around, fell upon the grotesquely-tattooed form of Kory-Kory, and finally,
encountered the pensive gaze of Fayaway, I thought I had been transported to some fairy region, so
unreal did everything appear.
is lovely piece of water was the coolest spot in all the valley, and I now made it a place of
continual resort during the hottest period of the day. One side of it lay near the termination of a
long gradually expanding gorge, which mounted to the heights that environed the vale. e strong
trade wind, met in its course by these elevations, circled and eddied about their summits, and was
sometimes driven down the steep ravine and swept across the valley, ruffling in its passage the
otherwise tranquil surface of the lake.
One day, aer we had been paddling about for some time, I disembarked Kory-Kory, and
paddled the canoe to the windward side of the lake. As I turned the canoe, Fayaway, who was with
me, seemed all at once to be struck with some happy idea. With a wild exclamation of delight, she
disengaged from her person the ample robe of tappa which was knotted over her shoulder (for the
purpose of shielding her from the sun), and spreading it out like a sail, stood erect with upraised
arms in the head of the canoe. We American sailors pride ourselves upon our straight, clean spars,
but a prettier little mast than Fayaway made was never shipped aboard of any craft.
In a moment the tappa was distended by the breeze—the long brown tresses of Fayaway
streamed in the air—and the canoe glided rapidly through the water, and shot towards the shore.Seated in the stern, I directed its course with my paddle until it dashed up the so sloping bank,
and Fayaway, with a light spring alighted on the ground; whilst Kory-Kory, who had watched our
manoeuvres with admiration, now clapped his hands in transport, and shouted like a madman.
Many a time afterwards was this feat repeated.
If the reader has not observed ere this that I was the declared admirer of Miss Fayaway, all I can
say is that he is little conversant with affairs of the heart, and I certainly shall not trouble myself to
enlighten him any farther. Out of the calico I had brought from the ship I made a dress for this
lovely girl. In it she looked, I must confess, something like an opera-dancer.
e drapery of the latter damsel generally commences a little above the elbows, but my island
beauty’s began at the waist, and terminated sufficiently far above the ground to reveal the most
bewitching ankle in the universe.
e day that Fayaway first wore this robe was rendered memorable by a new acquaintance being
introduced to me. In the aernoon I was lying in the house when I heard a great uproar outside;
but being by this time pretty well accustomed to the wild halloos which were almost continually
ringing through the valley, I paid little attention to it, until old Marheyo, under the influence of
some strange excitement, rushed into my presence and communicated the astounding tidings,
‘Marnoo pemi!’ which being interpreted, implied that an individual by the name of Marnoo was
approaching.
My worthy old friend evidently expected that this intelligence would produce a great effect
upon me, and for a time he stood earnestly regarding me, as if curious to see how I should conduct
myself, but as I remained perfectly unmoved, the old gentleman darted out of the house again, in
as great a hurry as he had entered it.
‘Marnoo, Marnoo,’ cogitated I, ‘I have never heard that name before. Some distinguished
character, I presume, from the prodigious riot the natives are making ;’ the tumultuous noise
drawing nearer and nearer every moment, while ‘Marnoo!—Marnoo!’ was shouted by every
tongue.
I made up my mind that some savage warrior of consequence, who had not yet enjoyed the
honour of an audience, was desirous of paying his respects on the present occasion. So vain had I
become by the lavish attention to which I had been accustomed, that I felt half inclined, as a
punishment for such neglect, to give this Marnoo a cold reception, when the excited throng came
within view, convoying one of the most striking specimens of humanity that I ever beheld.
e stranger could not have been more than twenty-five years of age, and was a little above the
ordinary height; had he a single hair’s breadth taller, the matchless symmetry of his form would
have been destroyed. His unclad limbs were beautifully formed; whilst the elegant outline of his
figure, together with his beardless cheeks, might have entitled him to the distinction of standing
for the statue of the Polynesian Apollo; and indeed the oval of his countenance and the regularity
of every feature reminded one of an antique bust. But the marble repose of art was supplied by a
warmth and liveliness of expression only to be seen in the South Sea Islander under the most
favourable developments of nature. e hair of Marnoo was a rich curling brown, and twined
about his temples and neck in little close curling ringlets, which danced up and down continually,
when he was animated in conversation. His cheek was of a feminine soness, and his face was free
from the least blemish of tattooing, although the rest of his body was drawn all over with fanciful
figures, which—unlike the unconnected sketching usual among these natives—appeared to have
been executed in conformity with some general design.
e tattooing on his back in particular attracted my attention. e artist employed must indeed
have excelled in his profession. Traced along the course of the spine was accurately delineated the
slender, tapering and diamond checkered sha of the beautiful ‘artu’ tree. Branching from the
stem on each side, and disposed alternately, were the graceful branches drooping with leaves all
correctly drawn and elaborately finished. Indeed the best specimen of the Fine Arts I had yet seen
in Typee. A rear view of the stranger might have suggested the idea of a spreading vine tacked
against a garden wall. Upon his breast, arms and legs, were exhibited an infinite variety of figures;
every one of which, however, appeared to have reference to the general effect sought to be
produced. e tattooing I have described was of the brightest blue, and when contrasted with thelight olive-colour of the skin, produced an unique and even elegant effect. A slight girdle of white
tappa, scarcely two inches in width, but hanging before and behind in spreading tassels, composed
the entire costume of the stranger.
He advanced surrounded by the islanders, carrying under one arm a small roll of native cloth,
and grasping in his other hand a long and richly decorated spear. His manner was that of a
traveller conscious that he is approaching a comfortable stage in his journey. Every moment he
turned good-humouredly on the throng around him, and gave some dashing sort of reply to their
incessant queries, which appeared to convulse them with uncontrollable mirth.
Struck by his demeanour, and the peculiarity of his appearance, so unlike that of the
shavencrowned and face-tattooed natives in general, I involuntarily rose as he entered the house, and
proffered him a seat on the mats beside me. But without deigning to notice the civility, or even the
more incontrovertible fact of my existence, the stranger passed on, utterly regardless of me, and
flung himself upon the further end of the long couch that traversed the sole apartment of
Marheyo’s habitation.
Had the belle of the season, in the pride of her beauty and power, been cut in a place of public
resort by some supercilious exquisite, she could not have felt greater indignation than I did at this
unexpected slight.
I was thrown into utter astonishment. e conduct of the savages had prepared me to anticipate
from every newcomer the same extravagant expressions of curiosity and regard. e singularity of
his conduct, however, only roused my desire to discover who this remarkable personage might be,
who now engrossed the attention of every one.
Tinor placed before him a calabash of poee-poee, from which the stranger regaled himself,
alternating every mouthful with some rapid exclamation, which was eagerly caught up and echoed
by the crowd that completely filled the house. When I observed the striking devotion of the
natives to him, and their temporary withdrawal of all attention from myself, I felt not a little
piqued. e glory of Tommo is departed, thought I, and the sooner he removes from the valley
the better. ese were my feelings at the moment, and they were prompted by that glorious
principle inherent in all heroic natures—the strong-rooted determination to have the biggest share
of the pudding or to go without any of it.
Marnoo, that all-attractive personage, having satisfied his hunger and inhaled a few whiffs from
a pipe which was handed to him, launched out into an harangue which completely enchained the
attention of his auditors.
Little as I understood of the language, yet from his animated gestures and the varying expression
of his features—reflected as from so many mirrors in the countenances around him, I could easily
discover the nature of those passions which he sought to arouse. From the frequent recurrence of
the words ‘Nukuheva’ and ‘Frannee’ (French), and some others with the meaning of which I was
acquainted, he appeared to be rehearsing to his auditors events which had recently occurred in the
neighbouring bays. But how he had gained the knowledge of these matters I could not understand,
unless it were that he had just come from Nukuheva—a supposition which his travel-stained
appearance not a little supported. But, if a native of that region, I could not account for his friendly
reception at the hands of the Typees.
Never, certainly, had I beheld so powerful an exhibition of natural eloquence as Marnoo
displayed during the course of his oration. e grace of the attitudes into which he threw his
flexible figure, the striking gestures of his naked arms, and above all, the fire which shot from his
brilliant eyes, imparted an effect to the continually changing accents of his voice, of which the
most accomplished orator might have been proud. At one moment reclining sideways upon the
mat, and leaning calmly upon his bended arm, he related circumstantially the aggressions of the
French—their hostile visits to the surrounding bays, enumerating each one in succession—
Happar, Puerka, Nukuheva, Tior,—and then starting to his feet and precipitating himself forward
with clenched hands and a countenance distorted with passion, he poured out a tide of invectives.
Falling back into an attitude of loy command, he exhorted the Typees to resist these
encroachments; reminding them, with a fierce glance of exultation, that as yet the terror of their
name had preserved them from attack, and with a scornful sneer he sketched in ironical terms thewondrous intrepidity of the French, who, with five war-canoes and hundreds of men, had not
dared to assail the naked warriors of their valley.
e effect he produced upon his audience was electric; one and all they stood regarding him
with sparkling eyes and trembling limbs, as though they were listening to the inspired voice of a
prophet.
But it soon appeared that Marnoo’s powers were as versatile as they were extraordinary. As soon
as he had finished his vehement harangue, he threw himself again upon the mats, and, singling out
individuals in the crowd, addressed them by name, in a sort of bantering style, the humour of
which, though nearly hidden from me filled the whole assembly with uproarious delight.
He had a word for everybody; and, turning rapidly from one to another, gave utterance to some
hasty witticism, which was sure to be followed by peals of laughter. To the females as well as to the
men, he addressed his discourse. Heaven only knows what he said to them, but he caused smiles
and blushes to mantle their ingenuous faces. I am, indeed, very much inclined to believe that
Marnoo, with his handsome person and captivating manners, was a sad deceiver among the simple
maidens of the island.
During all this time he had never, for one moment, deigned to regard me. He appeared, indeed,
to be altogether unconscious of my presence. I was utterly at a loss how to account for this
extraordinary conduct. I easily perceived that he was a man of no little consequence among the
islanders; that he possessed uncommon talents; and was gied with a higher degree of knowledge
than the inmates of the valley. For these reasons, I therefore greatly feared lest having, from some
cause or other, unfriendly feelings towards me, he might exert his powerful influence to do me
mischief.
It seemed evident that he was not a permanent resident of the vale, and yet, whence could he
have come? On all sides the Typees were girt in by hostile tribes, and how could he possibly, if
belonging to any of these, be received with so much cordiality?
e personal appearance of the enigmatical stranger suggested additional perplexities. e face,
free from tattooing, and the unshaven crown, were peculiarities I had never before remarked in
any part of the island, and I had always heard that the contrary were considered the indispensable
distinction of a Marquesan warrior. Altogether the matter was perfectly incomprehensible to me,
and I awaited its solution with no small degree of anxiety.
At length, from certain indications, I suspected that he was making me the subject of his
remarks, although he appeared cautiously to avoid either pronouncing my name, or looking in the
direction where I lay. All at once he rose from the mats where he had been reclining, and, still
conversing, moved towards me, his eye purposely evading mine, and seated himself within less
than a yard of me. I had hardly recovered from my surprise, when he suddenly turned round, and,
with a most benignant countenance extended his right hand gracefully towards me. Of course I
accepted the courteous challenge, and, as soon as our palms met, he bent towards me, and
murmured in musical accents—‘How you do?’ ‘How long you been in this bay?’ ‘You like this
bay?’
Had I been pierced simultaneously by three Happar spears, I could not have started more than I
did at hearing these simple questions. For a moment I was overwhelmed with astonishment, and
then answered something I know not what; but as soon as I regained my self-possession, the
thought darted through my mind that from this individual I might obtain that information
regarding Toby which I suspected the natives had purposely withheld from me. Accordingly I
questioned him concerning the disappearance of my companion, but he denied all knowledge of
the matter. I then inquired from whence he had come? He replied, from Nukuheva. When I
expressed my surprise, he looked at me for a moment, as if enjoying my perplexity, and then with
his strange vivacity, exclaimed,—‘Ah! Me taboo,—me go Nukuheva,—me go Tior,—me go
Typee,—me go everywhere,—nobody harm me,—me taboo.’
is explanation would have been altogether unintelligible to me, had it not recalled to my
mind something I had previously heard concerning a singular custom among these islanders.
ough the country is possessed by various tribes, whose mutual hostilities almost wholly prelude
any intercourse between them; yet there are instances where a person having ratified friendlyrelations with some individual belonging longing to the valley, whose inmates are at war with his
own, may, under particular restrictions, venture with impunity into the country of his friend,
where, under other circumstances, he would have been treated as an enemy. In this light are
personal friendships regarded among them, and the individual so protected is said to be ‘taboo’,
and his person, to a certain extent, is held as sacred. us the stranger informed me he had access
to all the valleys in the island.
Curious to know how he had acquired his knowledge of English, I questioned him on the
subject. At first, for some reason or other, he evaded the inquiry, but aerwards told me that, when
a boy, he had been carried to sea by the captain of a trading vessel, with whom he had stayed three
years, living part of the time with him at Sidney in Australia, and that at a subsequent visit to the
island, the captain had, at his own request, permitted him to remain among his countrymen. e
natural quickness of the savage had been wonderfully improved by his intercourse with the white
men, and his partial knowledge of a foreign language gave him a great ascendancy over his less
accomplished countrymen.
When I asked the now affable Marnoo why it was that he had not previously spoken to me, he
eagerly inquired what I had been led to think of him from his conduct in that respect. I replied,
that I had supposed him to be some great chief or warrior, who had seen plenty of white men
before, and did not think it worth while to notice a poor sailor. At this declaration of the exalted
opinion I had formed of him, he appeared vastly gratified, and gave me to understand that he had
purposely behaved in that manner, in order to increase my astonishment, as soon as he should see
proper to address me.
Marnoo now sought to learn my version of the story as to how I came to be an inmate of the
Typee valley. When I related to him the circumstances under which Toby and I had entered it, he
listened with evident interest; but as soon as I alluded to the absence, yet unaccounted for, of my
comrade, he endeavoured to change the subject, as if it were something he desired not to agitate. It
seemed, indeed, as if everything connected with Toby was destined to beget distrust and anxiety in
my bosom. Notwithstanding Marnoo’s denial of any knowledge of his fate, I could not avoid
suspecting that he was deceiving me; and this suspicion revived those frightful apprehensions with
regard to my own fate, which, for a short time past, had subsided in my breast.
Influenced by these feelings, I now felt a strong desire to avail myself of the stranger’s
protection, and under his safeguard to return to Nukuheva. But as soon as I hinted at this, he
unhesitatingly pronounced it to be entirely impracticable; assuring me that the Typees would
never consent to my leaving the valley. Although what he said merely confirmed the impression
which I had before entertained, still it increased my anxiety to escape from a captivity which,
however endurable, nay, delightful it might be in some respects, involved in its issues a fate marked
by the most frightful contingencies.
I could not conceal from my mind that Toby had been treated in the same friendly manner as I
had been, and yet all their kindness terminated with his mysterious disappearance. Might not the
same fate await me?—a fate too dreadful to think of. Stimulated by these considerations, I urged
anew my request to Marnoo; but he only set forth in stronger colours the impossibility of my
escape, and repeated his previous declaration that the Typees would never be brought to consent to
my departure.
When I endeavoured to learn from him the motives which prompted them to hold me a
prisoner, Marnoo again presumed that mysterious tone which had tormented me with
apprehension when I had questioned him with regard to the fate of my companion.
us repulsed, in a manner which only served, by arousing the most dreadful forebodings, to
excite me to renewed attempts, I conjured him to intercede for me with the natives, and endeavour
to procure their consent to my leaving them. To this he appeared strongly averse; but, yielding at
last to my importunities, he addressed several of the chiefs, who with the rest had been eyeing us
intently during the whole of our conversation. His petition, however, was at once met with the
most violent disapprobation, manifesting itself in angry glances and gestures, and a perfect torrent
of passionate words, directed to both him and myself. Marnoo, evidently repenting the step he had
taken, earnestly deprecated the resentment of the crowd, and, in a few moments succeeded inpacifying to some extent the clamours which had broken out as soon as his proposition had been
understood.
With the most intense interest had I watched the reception his intercession might receive; and a
bitter pang shot through my heart at the additional evidence, now furnished, of the unchangeable
determination of the islanders. Marnoo told me with evident alarm in his countenance, that
although admitted into the bay on a friendly footing with its inhabitants, he could not presume to
meddle with their concerns, as such procedure, if persisted in, would at once absolve the Typees
from the restraints of the ‘taboo’, although so long as he refrained from such conduct, it screened
him effectually from the consequences of the enmity they bore his tribe. At this moment, Mehevi,
who was present, angrily interrupted him; and the words which he uttered in a commanding tone,
evidently meant that he must at once cease talking to me and withdraw to the other part of the
house. Marnoo immediately started up, hurriedly enjoining me not to address him again, and as I
valued my safety, to refrain from all further allusion to the subject of my departure; and then, in
compliance with the order of the determined chief, but not before it had again been angrily
repeated, he withdrew to a distance.
I now perceived, with no small degree of apprehension, the same savage expression in the
countenances of the natives, which had startled me during the scene at the Ti. ey glanced their
eyes suspiciously from Marnoo to me, as if distrusting the nature of an intercourse carried on, as it
was, in a language they could not understand, and they seemed to harbour the belief that already
we had concerted measures calculated to elude their vigilance.
e lively countenances of these people are wonderfully indicative of the emotions of the soul,
and the imperfections of their oral language are more than compensated for by the nervous
eloquence of their looks and gestures. I could plainly trace, in every varying expression of their
faces, all those passions which had been thus unexpectedly aroused in their bosoms.
It required no reflection to convince me, from what was going on, that the injunction of
Marnoo was not to be rashly slighted; and accordingly, great as was the effort to suppress my
feelings, I accosted Mehevi in a good-humoured tone, with a view of dissipating any ill impression
he might have received. But the ireful, angry chief was not so easily mollified. He rejected my
advances with that peculiarly stern expression I have before described, and took care by the whole
of his behaviour towards me to show the displeasure and resentment which he felt.
Marnoo, at the other extremity of the house, apparently desirous of making a diversion in my
favour, exerted himself to amuse with his pleasantries the crowd about him; but his lively attempts
were not so successful as they had previously been, and, foiled in his efforts, he rose gravely to
depart. No one expressed any regret at this movement, so seizing his roll of tappa, and grasping his
spear, he advanced to the front of the pi-pi, and waving his hand in adieu to the now silent throng,
cast upon me a glance of mingled pity and reproach, and flung himself into the path which led
from the house. I watched his receding figure until it was lost in the obscurity of the grove, and
then gave myself up to the most desponding reflections.
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reflections after marnoo’s departure-battle of the pop-guns—strange conceit of marheyo
—process of making tappa.
THE knowledge I had now obtained as to the intention of the savages deeply affected me.
Marnoo, I perceived, was a man who, by reason of his superior acquirements, and the knowledge
he possessed of the events which were taking place in the different bays of the island, was held in
no little estimation by the inhabitants of the valley. He had been received with the most cordial
welcome and respect. e natives had hung upon the accents of his voice, and, had manifested the
highest gratification at being individually noticed by him. And yet despite all this, a few words
urged in my behalf, with the intent of obtaining my release from captivity, had sufficed not only to
banish all harmony and good-will; but, if I could believe what he told me, had gone on to
endanger his own personal safety.
How strongly rooted, then, must be the determination of the Typees with regard to me, and
how suddenly could they display the strangest passions! e mere suggestion of my departure had
estranged from me, for the time at least, Mehevi, who was the most influential of all the chiefs, and
who had previously exhibited so many instances of his friendly sentiments. e rest of the natives
had likewise evinced their strong repugnance to my wishes, and even Kory-Kory himself seemed to
share in the general disapprobation bestowed upon me.
In vain I racked my invention to find out some motive for them, but I could discover none.
But however this might be, the scene which had just occurred admonished me of the danger of
trifling with the wayward and passionate spirits against whom it was vain to struggle, and might
even be fatal to do go. My only hope was to induce the natives to believe that I was reconciled to
my detention in the valley, and by assuming a tranquil and cheerful demeanour, to allay the
suspicions which I had so unfortunately aroused. eir confidence revived, they might in a short
time remit in some degree their watchfulness over my movements, and I should then be the better
enabled to avail myself of any opportunity which presented itself for escape. I determined,
therefore, to make the best of a bad bargain, and to bear up manfully against whatever might
betide. In this endeavour, I succeeded beyond my own expectations. At the period of Marnoo’s
visit, I had been in the valley, as nearly as I could conjecture, some two months. Although not
completely recovered from my strange illness, which still lingered about me, I was free from pain
and able to take exercise. In short, I had every reason to anticipate a perfect recovery. Freed from
apprehension on this point, and resolved to regard the future without flinching, I flung myself
anew into all the social pleasures of the valley, and sought to bury all regrets, and all remembrances
of my previous existence in the wild enjoyments it afforded.
In my various wanderings through the vale, and as I became better acquainted with the
character of its inhabitants, I was more and more struck with the light-hearted joyousness that
everywhere prevailed. e minds of these simple savages, unoccupied by matters of graver
moment, were capable of deriving the utmost delight from circumstances which would have passed
unnoticed in more intelligent communities. All their enjoyment, indeed, seemed to be made up of
the little trifling incidents of the passing hour; but these diminutive items swelled altogether to an
amount of happiness seldom experienced by more enlightened individuals, whose pleasures are
drawn from more elevated but rarer sources.
What community, for instance, of refined and intellectual mortals would derive the least
satisfaction from shooting pop-guns? e mere supposition of such a thing being possible would
excite their indignation, and yet the whole population of Typee did little else for ten days but
occupy themselves with that childish amusement, fairly screaming, too, with the delight it afforded
them.
One day I was frolicking with a little spirited urchin, some six years old, who chased me with apiece of bamboo about three feet long, with which he occasionally belaboured me. Seizing the stick
from him, the idea happened to suggest itself, that I might make for the youngster, out of the
slender tube, one of those nursery muskets with which I had sometimes seen children playing.
Accordingly, with my knife I made two parallel slits in the cane several inches in length, and
cutting loose at one end the elastic strip between them, bent it back and slipped the point into a
little notch made for the purse. Any small substance placed against this would be projected with
considerable force through the tube, by merely springing the bent strip out of the notch.
Had I possessed the remotest idea of the sensation this piece of ordnance was destined to
produce, I should certainly have taken out a patent for the invention. e boy scampered away
with it, half delirious with ecstasy, and in twenty minutes aerwards I might have been seen
surrounded by a noisy crowd—venerable old graybeards—responsible fathers of families—valiant
warriors—matrons—young men—girls and children, all holding in their hands bits of bamboo,
and each clamouring to be served first.
For three or four hours I was engaged in manufacturing pop-guns, but at last made over my
good-will and interest in the concern to a lad of remarkably quick parts, whom I soon initiated
into the art and mystery.
Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, now resounded all over the valley. Duels, skirmishes, pitched battles, and
general engagements were to be seen on every side. Here, as you walked along a path which led
through a thicket, you fell into a cunningly laid ambush, and became a target for a body of
musketeers whose tattooed limbs you could just see peeping into view through the foliage. ere
you were assailed by the intrepid garrison of a house, who levelled their bamboo rifles at you from
between the upright canes which composed its sides. Farther on you were fired upon by a
detachment of sharpshooters, mounted upon the top of a pi-pi.
Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop! green guavas, seeds, and berries were flying about in every direction, and
during this dangerous state of affairs I was half afraid that, like the man and his brazen bull, I
should fall a victim to my own ingenuity. Like everything else, however, the excitement gradually
wore away, though ever after occasionally pop-guns might be heard at all hours of the day.
It was towards the close of the pop-gun war, that I was infinitely diverted with a strange freak of
Marheyo’s.
I had worn, when I quitted the ship, a pair of thick pumps, which, from the rough usage they
had received in scaling precipices and sliding down gorges, were so dilapidated as to be altogether
unfit for use—so, at least, would have thought the generality of people, and so they most certainly
were, when considered in the light of shoes. But things unservicable in one way, may with
advantage be applied in another, that is, if one have genius enough for the purpose. is genius
Marheyo possessed in a superlative degree, as he abundantly evinced by the use to which he put
those sorely bruised and battered old shoes.
Every article, however trivial, which belonged to me, the natives appeared to regard as sacred;
and I observed that for several days aer becoming an inmate of the house, my pumps were
suffered to remain, untouched, where I had first happened to throw them. I remembered,
however, that aer awhile I had missed them from their accustomed place; but the matter gave me
no concern, supposing that Tinor—like any other tidy housewife, having come across them in
some of her domestic occupations—had pitched the useless things out of the house. But I was soon
undeceived.
One day I observed old Marheyo bustling about me with unusual activity, and to such a degree
as almost to supersede Kory-Kory in the functions of his office. One moment he volunteered to
trot off with me on his back to the stream; and when I refused, noways daunted by the repulse, he
continued to frisk about me like a superannuated house-dog. I could not for the life of me
conjecture what possessed the old gentleman, until all at once, availing himself of the temporary
absence of the household, he went through a variety of of uncouth gestures, pointing eagerly down
to my feet, then up to a little bundle, which swung from the ridge pole overhead. At last I caught a
faint idea of his meaning, and motioned him to lower the package. He executed the order in the
twinkling of an eye, and unrolling a piece of tappa, displayed to my astonished gaze the identical
pumps which I thought had been destroyed long before.I immediately comprehended his desire, and very generously gave him the shoes, which had
become quite mouldy, wondering for what earthly purpose he could want them. e same
aernoon I descried the venerable warrior approaching the house, with a slow, stately gait,
earrings in ears, and spear in hand, with this highly ornamental pair of shoes suspended from his neck
by a strip of bark, and swinging backwards and forwards on his capacious chest. In the gala costume
of the tasteful Marheyo, these calf-skin pendants ever after formed the most striking feature.
But to turn to something a little more important. Although the whole existence of the
inhabitants of the valley seemed to pass away exempt from toil, yet there were some light
employments which, although amusing rather than laborious as occupations, contributed to their
comfort and luxury. Among these the most important was the manufacture of the native cloth,
—‘tappa’,—so well known, under various modifications, throughout the whole Polynesian
Archipelago. As is generally understood, this useful and sometimes elegant article is fabricated
from the bark of different trees. But, as I believe that no description of its manufacture has ever
been given, I shall state what I know regarding it.
In the manufacture of the beautiful white tappa generally worn on the Marquesan Islands, the
preliminary operation consists in gathering a certain quantity of the young branches of the
clothtree. e exterior green bark being pulled off as worthless, there remains a slender fibrous
substance, which is carefully stripped from the stick, to which it closely adheres. When a sufficient
quantity of it has been collected, the various strips are enveloped in a covering of large leaves,
which the natives use precisely as we do wrapping-paper, and which are secured by a few turns of a
line passed round them. e package is then laid in the bed of some running stream, with a heavy
stone placed over it, to prevent its being swept away. Aer it has remained for two or three days in
this state, it is drawn out, and exposed, for a short time, to the action of the air, every distinct piece
being attentively inspected, with a view of ascertaining whether it has yet been sufficiently affected
by the operation. This is repeated again and again, until the desired result is obtained.
When the substance is in a proper state for the next process, it betrays evidences of incipient
decomposition; the fibres are relaxed and soened, and rendered perfectly malleable. e different
strips are now extended, one by one, in successive layers, upon some smooth surface—generally the
prostrate trunk of a cocoanut tree—and the heap thus formed is subjected, at every new increase, to
a moderate beating, with a sort of wooden mallet, leisurely applied. e mallet is made of a hard
heavy wood resembling ebony, is about twelve inches in length, and perhaps two in breadth, with a
rounded handle at one end, and in shape is the exact counterpart of one of our four-sided
razorstrops. e flat surfaces of the implement are marked with shallow parallel indentations, varying
in depth on the different sides, so as to be adapted to the several stages of the operation. ese
marks produce the corduroy sort of stripes discernible in the tappa in its finished state. Aer being
beaten in the manner I have described, the material soon becomes blended in one mass, which,
moistened occasionally with water, is at intervals hammered out, by a kind of gold-beating process,
to any degree of thinness required. In this way the cloth is easily made to vary in strength and
thickness, so as to suit the numerous purposes to which it is applied.
When the operation last described has been concluded, the new-made tappa is spread out on the
grass to bleach and dry, and soon becomes of a dazzling whiteness. Sometimes, in the first stages of
the manufacture, the substance is impregnated with a vegetable juice, which gives it a permanent
colour. A rich brown and a bright yellow are occasionally seen, but the simple taste of the Typee
people inclines them to prefer the natural tint.
e notable wife of Kamehameha, the renowned conqueror and king of the Sandwich Islands,
used to pride herself in the skill she displayed in dyeing her tappa with contrasting colours disposed
in regular figures; and, in the midst of the innovations of the times, was regarded, towards the
decline of her life, as a lady of the old school, clinging as she did to the national cloth, in
preference to the frippery of the European calicoes. But the art of printing the tappa is unknown
upon the Marquesan Islands. In passing along the valley, I was oen attracted by the noise of the
mallet, which, when employed in the manufacture of the cloth produces at every stroke of its hard,
heavy wood, a clear, ringing, and musical sound, capable of being heard at a great distance. When
several of these implements happen to be in operation at the same time, near one another, theeffect upon the ear of a person, at a little distance, is really charming.
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history of a day as usually spent in typee valley—dances of the marquesan girls.
NOTHING can be more uniform and undiversified than the life of the Typees; one tranquil day
of ease and happiness follows another in quiet succession; and with these unsophisicated savages
the history of a day is the history of a life. I will, therefore, as briefly as I can, describe one of our
days in the valley.
To begin with the morning. We were not very early risers—the sun would be shooting his
golden spikes above the Happar mountain, ere I threw aside my tappa robe, and girding my long
tunic about my waist, sallied out with Fayaway and Kory-Kory, and the rest of the household, and
bent my steps towards the stream. Here we found congregated all those who dwelt in our section
of the valley; and here we bathed with them. e fresh morning air and the cool flowing waters
put both soul and body in a glow, and aer a half-hour employed in this recreation, we sauntered
back to the house—Tinor and Marheyo gathering dry sticks by the way for fire-wood; some of the
young men laying the cocoanut trees under contribution as they passed beneath them; while
KoryKory played his outlandish pranks for my particular diversion, and Fayaway and I, not arm in arm
to be sure, but sometimes hand in hand, strolled along, with feelings of perfect charity for all the
world, and especial good-will towards each other.
Our morning meal was soon prepared. e islanders are somewhat abstemious at this repast;
reserving the more powerful efforts of their appetite to a later period of the day. For my own part,
with the assistance of my valet, who, as I have before stated, always officiated as spoon on these
occasions, I ate sparingly from one of Tinor’s trenchers, of poee-poee; which was devoted
exclusively for my own use, being mixed with the milky meat of ripe cocoanut. A section of a
roasted bread-fruit, a small cake of ‘Amar’, or a mess of ‘Cokoo,’ two or three bananas, or a
mammee-apple; an annuee, or some other agreeable and nutritious fruit served from day to day to
diversify the meal, which was finished by tossing off the liquid contents of a young cocoanut or
two.
While partaking of this simple repast, the inmates of Marheyo’s house, aer the style of the
ancient Romans, reclined in sociable groups upon the divan of mats, and digestion was promoted
by cheerful conversation.
Aer the morning meal was concluded, pipes were lighted; and among them my own especial
pipe, a present from the noble Mehevi.
e islanders, who only smoke a whiff or two at a time, and at long intervals, and who keep
their pipes going from hand to hand continually, regarded my systematic smoking of four or five
pipefuls of tobacco in succession, as something quite wonderful. When two or three pipes had
circulated freely, the company gradually broke up. Marheyo went to the little hut he was forever
building. Tinor began to inspect her rolls of tappa, or employed her busy fingers in plaiting
grassmats. e girls anointed themselves with their fragrant oils, dressed their hair, or looked over their
curious finery, and compared together their ivory trinkets, fashioned out of boar’s tusks or whale’s
teeth. e young men and warriors produced their spears, paddles, canoe-gear, battle-clubs, and
war-conchs, and occupied themselves in carving, all sorts of figures upon them with pointed bits of
shell or flint, and adorning them, especially the war-conchs, with tassels of braided bark and tus
of human hair. Some, immediately aer eating, threw themselves once more upon the inviting
mats, and resumed the employment of the previous night, sleeping as soundly as if they had not
closed their eyes for a week. Others sallied out into the groves, for the purpose of gathering fruit or
fibres of bark and leaves; the last two being in constant requisition, and applied to a hundred uses.
A few, perhaps, among the girls, would slip into the woods aer flowers, or repair to the stream
will; small calabashes and cocoanut shells, in order to polish them by friction with a smooth stone
in the water. In truth these innocent people seemed to be at no loss for something to occupy theirtime; and it would be no light task to enumerate all their employments, or rather pleasures.
My own mornings I spent in a variety of ways. Sometimes I rambled about from house to house,
sure of receiving a cordial welcome wherever I went; or from grove to grove, and from one shady
place to another, in company with Kory-Kory and Fayaway, and a rabble rout of merry young
idlers. Sometimes I was too indolent for exercise, and accepting one of the many invitations I was
continually receiving, stretched myself out on the mats of some hospitable dwelling, and occupied
myself pleasantly either in watching the proceedings of those around me or taking part in them
myself. Whenever I chose to do the latter, the delight of the islanders was boundless; and there was
always a throng of competitors for the honour of instructing me in any particular cra. I soon
became quite an accomplished hand at making tappa—could braid a grass sling as well as the best
of them—and once, with my knife, carved the handle of a javelin so exquisitely, that I have no
doubt, to this day, Karnoonoo, its owner, preserves it as a surprising specimen of my skill. As noon
approached, all those who had wandered forth from our habitation, began to return; and when
midday was fairly come scarcely a sound was to be heard in the valley: a deep sleep fell upon all.
e luxurious siesta was hardly ever omitted, except by old Marheyo, who was so eccentric a
character, that he seemed to be governed by no fixed principles whatever; but acting just according
to the humour of the moment, slept, ate, or tinkered away at his little hut, without regard to the
proprieties of time or place. Frequently he might have been seen taking a nap in the sun at
noonday, or a bath in the stream of mid-night. Once I beheld him perched eighty feet from the ground,
in the tu of a cocoanut tree, smoking ; and oen I saw him standing up to the waist in water,
engaged in plucking out the stray hairs of his beard, using a piece of muscle-shell for tweezers.
e noon-tide slumber lasted generally an hour and a half: very oen longer; and aer the
sleepers had arisen from their mats they again had recourse to their pipes, and then made
preparations for the most important meal of the day.
I, however, like those gentlemen of leisure who breakfast at home and dine at their club, almost
invariably, during my intervals of health, enjoyed the aernoon repast with the bachelor chiefs of
the Ti, who were always rejoiced to see me, and lavishly spread before me all the good things which
their larder afforded. Mehevi generally introduced among other dainties a baked pig, an article
which I have every reason to suppose was provided for my sole gratification.
e Ti was a right jovial place. It did my heart, as well as my body, good to visit it. Secure from
female intrusion, there was no restraint upon the hilarity of the warriors, who, like the gentlemen
of Europe after the cloth is drawn and the ladies retire, freely indulged their mirth.
Aer spending a considerable portion of the aernoon at the Ti, I usually found myself, as the
cool of the evening came on, either sailing on the little lake with Fayaway, or bathing in the waters
of the stream with a number of the savages, who, at this hour, always repaired thither. As the
shadows of night approached Marheyo’s household were once more assembled under his roof:
tapers were lit, long curious chants were raised, interminable stories were told (for which one
present was little the wiser), and all sorts of social festivities served to while away the time.
e young girls very oen danced by moonlight in front of their dwellings. ere are a great
variety of these dances, in which, however, I never saw the men take part. ey all consist of
active, romping, mischievous evolutions, in which every limb is brought into requisition. Indeed,
the Marquesan girls dance all over, as it were; not only do their feet dance, but their arms, hands,
fingers, ay, their very eyes, seem to dance in their heads.
e damsels wear nothing but flowers and their compendious gala tunics; and when they plume
themselves for the dance, they look like a band of olive-coloured Sylphides on the point of taking
wing. In good sooth, they so sway their floating forms, arch their necks, toss alo their naked
arms, and glide, and swim, and whirl, that it was almost too much for a quiet, sober-minded,
modest young man like myself.
Unless some particular festivity was going forward, the inmates of Marheyo’s house retired to
their mats rather early in the evening ; but not for the night, since, aer slumbering lightly for a
while, they rose again, relit their tapers, partook of the third and last meal of the day, at which
poee-poee alone was eaten, and then, aer inhaling a narcotic whiff from a pipe of tobacco,
disposed themselves for the great business of night, sleep. With the Marquesans it might almostmost be styled the great business of life, for they pass a large portion of their time in the arms of
Somnus. e native strength of their constitution is no way shown more emphatically than in the
quantity of sleep they can endure. To many of them, indeed, life is little else than an oen
interrupted and luxurious nap.
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the spring of arva wai—remarkable monumental remains—some ideas with regard to the
history of the pi-pis found in the valley.
ALMOST every country has its medicinal springs famed for their healing virtues. e
Cheltenham of Typee is embosomed in the deepest solitude, and but seldom receives a visitor. It is
situated remote from any dwelling, a little way up the mountain, near the head of the valley; and
you approach it by a pathway shaded by the most beautiful foliage, and adorned with a thousand
fragrant plants. e mineral waters of Arva Wai (2) ooze forth from the crevices of a rock, and
gliding down its mossy side, fall at last, in many clustering drops, into a natural basin of stone
fringed round with grass and dewy-looking little violet-coloured flowers, as fresh and beautiful as
the perpetual moisture they enjoy can make them.
e water is held in high estimation by the islanders, some of whom consider it an agreeable as
well as a medicinal beverage; they bring it from the mountain in their calabashes, and store it away
beneath heaps of leaves in some shady nook near the house. Old Marheyo had a great love for the
waters of the spring. Every now and then he lugged off to the mountain a great round demijohn of
a calabash, and, panting with his exertions, brought it back filled with his darling fluid.
e water tasted like a solution of a dozen disagreeable things, and was sufficiently nauseous to
have made the fortune of the proprietor, had the spa been situated in the midst of any civilized
community.
As I am no chemist, I cannot give a scientific analysis of the water. All I know about the matter
is, that one day Marheyo in my presence poured out the last drop from his huge calabash, and I
observed at the bottom of the vessel a small quantity of gravelly sediment very much resembling
our common sand. Whether this is always found in the water, and gives it its peculiar flavour and
virtues, or whether its presence was merely incidental, I was not able to ascertain.
One day in returning from this spring by a circuitous path, I came upon a scene which
reminded me of Stonehenge and the architectural labours of the Druids.
At the base of one of the mountains, and surrounded on all sides by dense groves, a series of vast
terraces of stone rises, step by step, for a considerable distance up the hill side. ese terraces
cannot be less than one hundred yards in length and twenty in width. eir magnitude, however,
is less striking than the immense size of the blocks composing them. Some of the stones, of an
oblong shape, are from ten to fieen feet in length, and five or six feet thick. eir sides are quite
smooth, but though square, and of pretty regular formation, they bear no mark of the chisel. ey
are laid together without cement, and here and there show gaps between. e topmost terrace and
the lower one are somewhat peculiar in their construction. ey have both a quadrangular
depression in the centre, leaving the rest of the terrace elevated several feet above it. In the intervals
of the stones immense trees have taken root, and their broad boughs stretching far over, and
interlacing together, support a canopy almost impenetrable to the sun. Overgrowing the greater
part of them, and climbing from one to another, is a wilderness of vines, in whose sinewy embrace
many of the stones lie half-hidden, while in some places a thick growth of bushes entirely covers
them. ere is a wild pathway which obliquely crosses two of these terraces; and so profound is the
shade, so dense the vegetation, that a stranger to the place might pass along it without being aware
of their existence.
ese structures bear every indication of a very high antiquity and Kory-Kory, who was my
authority in all matters of scientific research, gave me to understand that they were coeval with the
creation of the world; that the great gods themselves were the builders; and that they would endure
until time shall be no more.
Kory-Kory’s prompt explanation and his attributing the work to a divine origin, at once
convinced me that neither he nor the rest of his country-men knew anything about them.As I gazed upon this monument, doubtless the work of an extinct and forgotten race, thus
buried in the green nook of an island at the ends of the earth, the existence of which was yesterday
unknown, a stronger feeling of awe came over me than if I had stood musing at the mighty base of
the Pyramid of Cheops. ere are no inscriptions, no sculpture, no clue, by which to conjecture its
history; nothing but the dumb stones. How many generations of the majestic trees which
overshadow them have grown and flourished and decayed since first they were erected!
ese remains naturally suggest many interesting reflections. ey establish the great age of the
island, an opinion which the builders of theories concerning, the creation of the various groups in
the South Seas are not always inclined to admit. For my own part, I think it just as probable that
human beings were living in the valleys of the Marquesas three thousand years ago as that they
were inhabiting the land of Egypt. e origin of the island of Nukuheva cannot be imputed to the
coral insect; for indefatigable as that wonderful creature is, it would be hardly muscular enough to
pile rocks one upon the other more than three thousand feet above the level of the sea. at the
land may have been thrown up by a submarine volcano is as possible as anything else. No one can
make an affidavit to the contrary, and therefore I still say nothing against the supposition: indeed,
were geologists to assert that the whole continent of America had in like manner been formed by
the simultaneous explosion of a train of Etnas laid under the water all the way from the North
Pole to the parallel of Cape Horn, I am the last man in the world to contradict them.
I have already mentioned that the dwellings of the islanders were almost invariably built upon
massive stone foundations, which they call pi-pis. e dimensions of these, however, as well as of
the stones composing them, are comparatively small: but there are other and larger erections of a
similar description comprising the ‘morais’, or burying grounds, and festival-places, in nearly all
the valleys of the island. Some of these piles are so extensive, and so great a degree of labour and
skill must have been requisite in constructing them, that I can scarcely believe they were built by
the ancestors of the present inhabitants. If indeed they were, the race has sadly deteriorated in their
knowledge of the mechanic arts. To say nothing of their habitual indolence, by what contrivance
within the reach of so simple a people could such enormous masses have been moved or fixed in
their places? and how could they with their rude implements have chiselled and hammered them
into shape?
All of these larger pi-pis—like that of the Hoolah Hoolah ground in the Typee valley—bore
incontestible marks of great age; and I am disposed to believe that their erection may be ascribed to
the same race of men who were the builders of the still more ancient remains I have just described.
According to Kory-Kory’s account, the pi-pi upon which stands the Hoolah Hoolah ground
was built a great many moons ago, under the direction of Monoo, a great chief and warrior, and, as
it would appear, master-mason among the Typees. It was erected for the express purpose to which
it is at present devoted, in the incredibly short period of one sun; and was dedicated to the
immortal wooden idols by a grand festival, which lasted ten days and nights.
Among the smaller pi-pis, upon which stand the dwelling-houses of the natives, I never
observed any which intimated a recent erection. ere are in every part of the valley a great many
of these massive stone foundations which have no houses upon them. is is vastly convenient, for
whenever an enterprising islander chooses to emigrate a few hundred yards from the place where
he was born, all he has to do in order to establish himself in some new locality, is to select one of
the many unappropriated pi-pis, and without further ceremony pitch his bamboo tent upon it.
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preparations for a grand festival in the valley—strange doings in the taboo groves—
monument of calabashes—gala costume of the typee damsels—departure for the festival.
FROM the time that my lameness had decreased I had made a daily practice of visiting Mehevi at
the Ti, who invariably gave me a most cordial reception. I was always accompanied in these
excursions by Fayaway and the ever-present Kory-Kory. e former, as soon as we reached the
vicinity of the Ti—which was rigorously tabooed to the whole female sex—withdrew to a
neighbouring hut, as if her feminine delicacy ‘restricted’ her from approaching a habitation which
might be regarded as a sort of Bachelor’s Hall.
And in good truth it might well have been so considered. Although it was the permanent
residence of several distinguished chiefs, and of the noble Mehevi in particular, it was still at
certain seasons the favourite haunt of all the jolly, talkative, and elderly savages of the vale, who
resorted thither in the same way that similar characters frequent a tavern in civilized countries.
ere they would remain hour aer hour, chatting, smoking, eating poee-poee, or busily engaged
in sleeping for the good of their constitutions.
is building appeared to be the head-quarters of the valley, where all flying rumours
concentrated; and to have seen it filled with a crowd of the natives, all males, conversing in
animated clusters, while multitudes were continually coming and going, one would have thought it
a kind of savage Exchange, where the rise and fall of Polynesian Stock was discussed.
Mehevi acted as supreme lord over the place, spending the greater portion of his time there: and
oen when, at particular hours of the day, it was deserted by nearly every one else except the
verdantique looking centenarians, who were fixtures in the building, the chief himself was sure to be
found enjoying his ‘otium cum dignitate’—upon the luxurious mats which covered the floor.
Whenever I made my appearance he invariably rose, and like a gentleman doing the honours of his
mansion, invited me to repose myself wherever I pleased, and calling out ‘tamaree!’ (boy), a little
fellow would appear, and then retiring for an instant, return with some savoury mess, from which
the chief would press me to regale myself. To tell the truth, Mehevi was indebted to the excellence
of his viands for the honour of my repeated visits—a matter which cannot appear singular, when it
is borne in mind that bachelors, all the world over, are famous for serving up unexceptionable
repasts.
One day, on drawing near to the Ti, I observed that extensive preparations were going forward,
plainly betokening some approaching festival. Some of the symptoms reminded me of the stir
produced among the scullions of a large hotel, where a grand jubilee dinner is about to be given.
e natives were hurrying about hither and thither, engaged in various duties, some lugging off to
the stream enormous hollow bamboos, for the purpose of filling them with water; others chasing
furious-looking hogs through the bushes, in their endeavours to capture them; and numbers
employed in kneading great mountains of poee-poee heaped up in huge wooden vessels.
Aer observing these lively indications for a while, I was attracted to a neighbouring grove by a
prodigious squeaking which I heard there. On reaching the spot I found it proceeded from a large
hog which a number of natives were forcibly holding to the earth, while a muscular fellow, armed
with a bludgeon, was ineffectually aiming murderous blows at the skull of the unfortunate porker.
Again and again he missed his writhing and struggling victim, but though puffing and panting
with his exertions, he still continued them; and aer striking a sufficient number of blows to have
demolished an entire drove of oxen, with one crashing stroke he laid him dead at his feet.
Without letting any blood from the body, it was immediately carried to a fire which had been
kindled near at hand and four savages taking hold of the carcass by its legs, passed it rapidly to and
fro in the flames. In a moment the smell of burning bristles betrayed the object of this procedure.
Having got thus far in the matter, the body was removed to a little distance and, beingdisembowelled, the entrails were laid aside as choice parts, and the whole carcass thoroughly
washed with water. An ample thick green cloth, composed of the long thick leaves of a species of
palm-tree, ingeniously tacked together with little pins of bamboo, was now spread upon the
ground, in which the body being carefully rolled, it was borne to an oven previously prepared to
receive it. Here it was at once laid upon the heated stones at the bottom, and covered with thick
layers of leaves, the whole being quickly hidden from sight by a mound of earth raised over it.
Such is the summary style in which the Typees convert perverse-minded and rebellious hogs
into the most docile and amiable pork; a morsel of which placed on the tongue melts like a so
smile from the lips of Beauty.
I commend their peculiar mode of proceeding to the consideration of all butchers, cooks, and
housewives. e hapless porker whose fate I have just rehearsed, was not the only one who suffered
in that memorable day. Many a dismal grunt, many an imploring squeak, proclaimed what was
going on throughout the whole extent of the valley; and I verily believe the first-born of every
litter perished before the setting of that fatal sun.
e scene around the Ti was now most animated. Hogs and poee-poee were baking in
numerous ovens, which, heaped up with fresh earth into slight elevations, looked like so many
anthills. Scores of the savages were vigorously plying their stone pestles in preparing masses of
poeepoee, and numbers were gathering green bread-fruit and young cocoanuts in the surrounding
groves; when an exceeding great multitude, with a view of encouraging the rest in their labours,
stood still, and kept shouting most lustily without intermission.
It is a peculiarity among these people, that, when engaged in an employment, they always make
a prodigious fuss about it. So seldom do they ever exert themselves, that when they do work they
seem determined that so meritorious an action shall not escape the observation of those around if,
for example, they have occasion to remove a stone to a little distance, which perhaps might be
carried by two able-bodied men, a whole swarm gather about it, and, aer a vast deal of palavering,
li it up among them, every one struggling to get hold of it, and bear it off yelling and panting as if
accomplishing some mighty achievement. Seeing them on these occasions, one is reminded of an
infinity of black ants clustering about and dragging away to some hole the leg of a deceased fly.
Having for some time attentively observed these demonstrations of good cheer, I entered the Ti,
where Mehevi sat complacently looking out upon the busy scene, and occasionally issuing his
orders. e chief appeared to be in an extraordinary flow of spirits and gave me to understand that
on the morrow there would be grand doings in the Groves generally, and at the Ti in particular;
and urged me by no means to absent myself. In commemoration of what event, however, or in
honour of what distinguished personage, the feast was to be given, altogether passed my
comprehension. Mehevi sought to enlighten my ignorance, but he failed as signally as when he had
endeavoured to initiate me into the perplexing arcana of the taboo.
On leaving the Ti, Kory-Kory, who had as a matter of course accompanied me, observing that
my curiosity remained unabated, resolved to make everything plain and satisfactory. With this
intent, he escorted me through the Taboo Groves, pointing out to my notice a variety of objects,
and endeavoured to explain them in such an indescribable jargon of words, that it almost put me in
bodily pain to listen to him. In particular, he led me to a remarkable pyramidical structure some
three yards square at the base, and perhaps ten feet in height, which had lately been thrown up, and
occupied a very conspicuous position. It was composed principally of large empty calabashes, with
a few polished cocoanut shells, and looked not unlike a cenotaph of skulls. My cicerone perceived
the astonishment with which I gazed at this monument of savage crockery, and immediately
addressed himself in the task of enlightening me: but all in vain; and to this hour the nature of the
monument remains a complete mystery to me. As, however, it formed so prominent a feature in
the approaching revels, I bestowed upon the latter, in my own mind, the title of the ‘Feast of
Calabashes’.
e following morning, awaking rather late, I perceived the whole of Marheyo’s family busily
engaged in preparing for the festival.
e old warrior himself was arranging in round balls the two grey locks of hair that were
suffered to grow from the crown of his head; his earrings and spear, both well polished, lay besidehim, while the highly decorative pair of shoes hung suspended from a projecting cane against the
side of the house. e young men were similarly employed; and the fair damsels, including
Fayaway, were anointing themselves with ‘aka’, arranging their long tresses, and performing other
matters connected with the duties of the toilet.
Having completed their preparations, the girls now exhibited themselves in gala costume; the
most conspicuous feature of which was a necklace of beautiful white flowers, with the stems
removed, and strung closely together upon a single fibre of tappa. Corresponding ornaments were
inserted in their ears, and woven garlands upon their heads. About their waist they wore a short
tunic of spotless white tappa, and some of them super-added to this a mantle of the same material,
tied in an elaborate bow upon the left shoulder, and falling about the figure in picturesque folds.
Thus arrayed, I would have matched the charming Fayaway against any beauty in the world.
People may say what they will about the taste evinced by our fashionable ladies in dress. eir
jewels, their feathers, their silks, and their furbelows, would have sunk into utter insignificance
beside the exquisite simplicity of attire adopted by the nymphs of the vale on this festive occasion. I
should like to have seen a gallery of coronation beauties, at Westminster Abbey, confronted for a
moment by this band of island girls; their stiffness, formality, and affectation, contrasted with the
artless vivacity and unconcealed natural graces of these savage maidens. It would be the Venus de’
Medici placed beside a milliner’s doll. It was not long before Kory-Kory and myself were le alone
in the house, the rest of its inmates having departed for the Taboo Groves. My valet was all
impatience to follow them; and was as fidgety about my dilatory movements as a diner out waiting
hat in hand at the bottom of the stairs for some lagging companion. At last, yielding to his
importunities, I set out for the Ti. As we passed the houses peeping out from the groves through
which our route lay, I noticed that they were entirely deserted by their inhabitants.
When we reached the rock that abruptly terminated the path, and concealed from us the festive
scene, wild shouts and a confused blending of voices assured me that the occasion, whatever it
might be, had drawn together a great multitude. Kory-Kory, previous to mounting the elevation,
paused for a moment, like a dandy at a ball-room door, to put a hasty finish to his toilet. During
this short interval, the thought struck me that I ought myself perhaps to be taking some little pains
with my appearance.
But as I had no holiday raiment, I was not a little puzzled to devise some means of decorating
myself. However, as I felt desirous to create a sensation, I determined to do all that lay in my
power; and knowing that I could not delight the savages more than by conforming to their style of
dress, I removed from my person the large robe of tappa which I was accustomed to wear over my
shoulders whenever I sallied into the open air, and remained merely girt about with a short tunic
descending from my waist to my knees.
My quick-witted attendant fully appreciated the compliment I was paying to the costume of his
race, and began more sedulously to arrange the folds of the one only garment which remained to
me. Whilst he was doing this, I caught sight of a knot of young lasses, who were sitting near us on
the grass surrounded by heaps of flowers which they were forming into garlands. I motioned to
them to bring some of their handywork to me; and in an instant a dozen wreaths were at my
disposal. One of them I put round the apology for a hat which I had been forced to construct for
myself out of palmetto-leaves, and some of the others I converted into a splendid girdle. ese
operations finished, with the slow and dignified step of a full-dressed beau I ascended the rock.
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the feast of calabashes.
THE whole population of the valley seemed to be gathered within the precincts of the grove. In
the distance could be seen the long front of the Ti, its immense piazza swarming with men, arrayed
in every variety of fantastic costume, and all vociferating with animated gestures; while the whole
interval between it and the place where I stood was enlivened by groups of females fancifully
decorated, dancing, capering, and uttering wild exclamations. As soon as they descried me they set
up a shout of welcome; and a band of them came dancing towards me, chanting as they
approached some wild recitative. e change in my garb seemed to transport them with delight,
and clustering about me on all sides, they accompanied me towards the Ti. When however we
drew near it these joyous nymphs paused in their career, and parting on either side, permitted me
to pass on to the now densely thronged building.
So soon as I mounted to the pi-pi I saw at a glance that the revels were fairly under way.
What lavish plenty reigned around?—Warwick feasting his retainers with beef and ale, was a
niggard to the noble Mehevi!—All along the piazza of the Ti were arranged elaborately carved
canoe-shaped vessels, some twenty feet in length, tied with newly made poee-poee, and sheltered
from the sun by the broad leaves of the banana. At intervals were heaps of green bread-fruit, raised
in pyramidical stacks, resembling the regular piles of heavy shot to be seen in the yard of an
arsenal. Inserted into the interstices of the huge stones which formed the pi-pi were large boughs
of trees; hanging from the branches of which, and screened from the sun by their foliage, were
innumerable little packages with leafy coverings, containing the meat of the numerous hogs which
had been slain, done up in this manner to make it more accessible to the crowd. Leaning against
the railing on the piazza were an immense number of long, heavy bamboos, plugged at the lower
end, and with their projecting muzzles stuffed with a wad of leaves. ese were filled with water
from the stream, and each of them might hold from four to five gallons.
e banquet being thus spread, naught remained but for everyone to help himself at his
pleasure. Accordingly not a moment passed but the transplanted boughs I have mentioned were
rifled by the throng of the fruit they certainly had never borne before. Calabashes of poee-poee
were continually being replenished from the extensive receptacle in which that article was stored,
and multitudes of little fires were kindled about the Ti for the purpose of roasting the bread-fruit.
Within the building itself was presented a most extraordinary scene. e immense lounge of
mats lying between the parallel rows of the trunks of cocoanut trees, and extending the entire
length of the house, at least two hundred feet, was covered by the reclining forms of a host of
chiefs and warriors who were eating at a great rate, or soothing the cares of Polynesian life in the
sedative fumes of tobacco. e smoke was inhaled from large pipes, the bowls of which, made out
of small cocoanut shells, were curiously carved in strange heathenish devices. ese were passed
from mouth to mouth by the recumbent smokers, each of whom, taking two or three prodigious
whiffs, handed the pipe to his neighbour; sometimes for that purpose stretching indolently across
the body of some dozing individual whose exertions at the dinner-table had already induced sleep.
e tobacco used among the Typees was of a very mild and pleasing flavour, and as I always saw
it in leaves, and the natives appeared pretty well supplied with it, I was led to believe that it must
have been the growth of the valley. Indeed Kory-Kory gave me to understand that this was the
case; but I never saw a single plant growing on the island. At Nukuheva, and, I believe, in all the
other valleys, the weed is very scarce, being only obtained in small quantities from foreigners, and
smoking is consequently with the inhabitants of these places a very great luxury. How it was that
the Typees were so well furnished with it I cannot divine. I should think them too indolent to
devote any attention to its culture; and, indeed, as far as my observation extended, not a single
atom of the soil was under any other cultivation than that of shower and sunshine. e tobacco-plant, however, like the sugar-cane, may grow wild in some remote part of the vale.
ere were many in the Ti for whom the tobacco did not furnish a sufficient stimulus, and who
accordingly had recourse to ‘arva’, as a more powerful agent in producing the desired effect.
‘Arva’ is a root very generally dispersed over the South Seas, and from it is extracted a juice, the
effects of which upon the system are at first stimulating in a moderate degree; but it soon relaxes
the muscles, and exerting a narcotic influence produces a luxurious sleep. In the valley this
beverage was universally prepared in the following way:—Some half-dozen young boys seated
themselves in a circle around an empty wooden vessel, each one of them being supplied with a
certain quantity of the roots of the ‘arva’, broken into small bits and laid by his side. A cocoanut
goblet of water was passed around the juvenile company, who rinsing their mouths with its
contents, proceeded to the business before them. is merely consisted in thoroughly masticating
the ‘arva’, and throwing it mouthful aer mouthful into the receptacle provided. When a
sufficient quantity had been thus obtained water was poured upon the mass, and being stirred
about with the forefinger of the right hand, the preparation was soon in readiness for use. e
‘arva’ has medicinal qualities.
Upon the Sandwich Islands it has been employed with no small success in the treatment of
scrofulous affections, and in combating the ravages of a disease for whose frightful inroads the
illstarred inhabitants of that group are indebted to their foreign benefactors. But the tenants of the
Typee valley, as yet exempt from these inflictions, generally employ the ‘arva’ as a minister to
social enjoyment, and a calabash of the liquid circulates among them as the bottle with us.
Mehevi, who was greatly delighted with the change in my costume, gave me a cordial welcome.
He had reserved for me a most delectable mess of ‘cokoo’, well knowing my partiality for that dish;
and had likewise selected three or four young cocoanuts, several roasted bread-fruit, and a
magnificent bunch of bananas, for my especial comfort and gratification. ese various matters
were at once placed before me; but Kory-Kory deemed the banquet entirely insufficient for my
wants until he had supplied me with one of the leafy packages of pork, which, notwithstanding the
somewhat hasty manner in which it had been prepared, possessed a most excellent flavour, and was
surprisingly sweet and tender.
Pork is not a staple article of food among the people of the Marquesas; consequently they pay
little attention to the breeding of the swine. e hogs are permitted to roam at large on the groves,
where they obtain no small part of their nourishment from the cocoanuts which continually fall
from the trees. But it is only aer infinite labour and difficulty, that the hungry animal can pierce
the husk and shell so as to get at the meat. I have frequently been amused at seeing one of them,
aer crunching the obstinate nut with his teeth for a long time unsuccessfully, get into a violent
passion with it. He would then root furiously under the cocoanut, and, with a fling of his snout,
toss it before him on the ground. Following it up, he would crunch at it again savagely for a
moment, and then next knock it on one side, pausing immediately aer, as if wondering how it
could so suddenly have disappeared. In this way the persecuted cocoanuts were oen chased half
across the valley.
e second day of the Feast of Calabashes was ushered in by still more uproarious noises than
the first. e skins of innumerable sheep seemed to be resounding to the blows of an army of
drummers. Startled from my slumbers by the din, I leaped up, and found the whole household
engaged in making preparations for immediate departure. Curious to discover of what strange
events these novel sounds might be the precursors, and not a little desirous to catch a sight of the
instruments which produced the terrific noise, I accompanied the natives as soon as they were in
readiness to depart for the Taboo Groves.
e comparatively open space that extended from the Ti toward the rock, to which I have
before alluded as forming the ascent to the place, was, with the building itself, now altogether
deserted by the men; the whole distance being filled by bands of females, shouting and dancing
under the influence of some strange excitement.
I was amused at the appearance of four or five old women who, in a state of utter nudity, with
their arms extended flatly down their sides, and holding themselves perfectly erect, were leaping
stiffly into the air, like so many sticks bobbing to the surface, aer being pressed perpendicularlyinto the water. ey preserved the utmost gravity of countenance, and continued their
extraordinary movements without a single moment’s cessation. ey did not appear to attract the
observation of the crowd around them, but I must candidly confess that for my own part, I stared
at them most pertinaciously.
Desirous of being enlightened in regard to the meaning of this peculiar diversion, I turned,
inquiringly to Kory-Kory; that learned Typee immediately proceeded to explain the whole matter
thoroughly. But all that I could comprehend from what he said was, that the leaping figures before
me were bereaved widows, whose partners had been slain in battle many moons previously; and
who, at every festival, gave public evidence in this manner of their calamities. It was evident that
Kory-Kory considered this an all-sufficient reason for so indecorous a custom; but I must say that
it did not satisfy me as to its propriety.
Leaving these afflicted females, we passed on to the Hoolah Hoolah ground. Within the
spacious quadrangle, the whole population of the valley seemed to be assembled, and the sight
presented was truly remarkable. Beneath the sheds of bamboo which opened towards the interior
of the square reclined the principal chiefs and warriors, while a miscellaneous throng lay at their
ease under the enormous trees which spread a majestic canopy overhead. Upon the terraces of the
gigantic altars, at each end, were deposited green bread-fruit in baskets of cocoanut leaves, large
rolls of tappa, bunches of ripe bananas, clusters of mammee-apples, the golden-hued fruit of the
artu-tree, and baked hogs, laid out in large wooden trenchers, fancifully decorated with freshly
plucked leaves, whilst a variety of rude implements of war were piled in confused heaps before the
ranks of hideous idols. Fruits of various kinds were likewise suspended in leafen baskets, from the
tops of poles planted uprightly, and at regular intervals, along the lower terraces of both altars. At
their base were arranged two parallel rows of cumbersome drums, standing at least fieen feet in
height, and formed from the hollow trunks of large trees. eir heads were covered with shark
skins, and their barrels were elaborately carved with various quaint figures and devices. At regular
intervals they were bound round by a species of sinnate of various colours, and strips of native cloth
flattened upon them here and there. Behind these instruments were built slight platforms, upon
which stood a number of young men who, beating violently with the palms of their hands upon
the drum-heads, produced those outrageous sounds which had awakened me in the morning. Every
few minutes these musical performers hopped down from their elevation into the crowd below,
and their places were immediately supplied by fresh recruits. us an incessant din was kept up
that might have startled Pandemonium.
Precisely in the middle of the quadrangle were placed perpendicularly in the ground, a hundred
or more slender, fresh-cut poles, stripped of their bark, and decorated at the end with a floating
pennon of white tappa; the whole being fenced about with a little picket of canes. For what
purpose these angular ornaments were intended I in vain endeavoured to discover.
Another most striking feature of the performance was exhibited by a score of old men, who sat
cross-legged in the little pulpits, which encircled the trunks of the immense trees growing in the
middle of the enclosure. ese venerable gentlemen, who I presume were the priests, kept up an
uninterrupted monotonous chant, which was partly drowned in the roar of drums. In the right
hand they held a finely woven grass fan, with a heavy black wooden handle curiously chased: these
fans they kept in continual motion.
But no attention whatever seemed to be paid to the drummers or to the old priests; the
individuals who composed the vast crowd present being entirely taken up in chanting and laughing
with one another, smoking, drinking ‘arva’, and eating. For all the observation it attracted, or the
good it achieved, the whole savage orchestra might with great advantage to its own members and
the company in general, have ceased the prodigious uproar they were making.
In vain I questioned Kory-Kory and others of the natives, as to the meaning of the strange
things that were going on; all their explanations were conveyed in such a mass of outlandish
gibberish and gesticulation that I gave up the attempt in despair. All that day the drums resounded,
the priests chanted, and the multitude feasted and roared till sunset, when the throng dispersed,
and the Taboo Groves were again abandoned to quiet and repose. e next day the same scene was
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ideas suggested by the feast of calabashes—inaccuracy of certain published accounts of
the islands—a reason—neglected state of heathenism in the valley—effigy of a dead
warrior—a singular superstition—the priest kolory and the god moa artua—amazing
religious observance—a dilapidated shrine—kory-kory and the idol—an inference.
ALTHOUGH I had been baffled in my attempts to learn the origin of the Feast of Calabashes,
yet it seemed very plain to me that it was principally, if not wholly, of a religious character. As a
religious solemnity, however, it had not at all corresponded with the horrible descriptions of
Polynesian worship which we have received in some published narratives, and especially in those
accounts of the evangelized islands with which the missionaries have favoured us. Did not the
sacred character of these persons render the purity of their intentions unquestionable, I should
certainly be led to suppose that they had exaggerated the evils of Paganism, in order to enhance the
merit of their own disinterested labours.
In a certain work incidentally treating of the ‘Washington, or Northern Marquesas Islands,’ I
have seen the frequent immolation of human victims upon the altars of their gods, positively and
repeatedly charged upon the inhabitants. e same work gives also a rather minute account of
their religion—enumerates a great many of their superstitions—and makes known the particular
designations of numerous orders of the priesthood. One would almost imagine from the long list
that is given of cannibal primates, bishops, arch-deacons, prebendaries, and other inferior
ecclesiastics, that the sacerdotal order far outnumbered the rest of the population, and that the
poor natives were more severely priest-ridden than even the inhabitants of the papal states. ese
accounts are likewise calculated to leave upon the reader’s mind an impression that human victims
are daily cooked and served up upon the altars; that heathenish cruelties of every description are
continually practised; and that these ignorant Pagans are in a state of the extremest wretchedness
in consequence of the grossness of their superstitions. Be it observed, however, that all this
information is given by a man who, according to his own statement, was only at one of the islands,
and remained there but two weeks, sleeping every night on board his ship, and taking little
kidglove excursions ashore in the daytime, attended by an armed party.
Now, all I can say is, that in all my excursions through the valley of Typee, I never saw any of
these alleged enormities. If any of them are practised upon the Marquesas Islands they must
certainly have come to my knowledge while living for months with a tribe of savages, wholly
unchanged from their original primitive condition, and reputed the most ferocious in the South
Seas.
e fact is, that there is a vast deal of unintentional humbuggery in some of the accounts we
have from scientific men concerning the religious institutions of Polynesia. ese learned tourists
generally obtain the greater part of their information from retired old South-Sea rovers, who have
domesticated themselves among the barbarous tribes of the Pacific. Jack, who has long been
accustomed to the long-bow, and to spin tough yarns on the ship’s forecastle, invariably officiates
as showman of the island on which he has settled, and having mastered a few dozen words of the
language, is supposed to know all about the people who speak it. A natural desire to make himself
of consequence in the eyes of the strangers, prompts him to lay claim to a much greater knowledge
of such matters than he actually possesses. In reply to incessant queries, he communicates not only
all he knows but a good deal more, and if there be any information deficient still he is at no loss to
supply it. The avidity with which his anecdotes are noted down tickles his vanity, and his powers of
invention increase with the credulity auditors. He knows just the sort of information wanted, and
furnishes it to any extent.
is is not a supposed case; I have met with several individuals like the one described, and I have
been present at two or three of their interviews with strangers.Now, when the scientific voyager arrives at home with his collection of wonders, he attempts,
perhaps, to give a description of some of the strange people he has been visiting. Instead of
representing them as a community of lusty savages, who are leading a merry, idle, innocent life, he
enters into a very circumstantial and learned narrative of certain unaccountable superstitions and
practices, about which he knows as little as the islanders themselves. Having had little time, and
scarcely any opportunity, to become acquainted with the customs he pretends to describe, he writes
them down one aer another in an off-hand, haphazard style; and were the book thus produced to
be translated into the tongue of the people of whom it purports to give the history, it would appear
quite as wonderful to them as it does to the American public, and much more improbable.
For my own part, I am free to confess my almost entire inability to gratify any curiosity that
may be felt with regard to the theology of the valley. I doubt whether the inhabitants themselves
could do so. ey are either too lazy or too sensible to worry themselves about abstract points of
religious belief. While I was among them, they never held any synods or councils to settle the
principles of their faith by agitating them. An unbounded liberty of conscience seemed to prevail.
ose who pleased to do so were allowed to repose implicit faith in an ill-favoured god with a large
bottle-nose and fat shapeless arms crossed upon his breast; whilst others worshipped an image
which, having no likeness either in heaven or on earth, could hardly be called an idol. As the
islanders always maintained a discreet reserve with regard to my own peculiar views on religion, I
thought it would be excessively ill-bred of me to pry into theirs.
But, although my knowledge of the religious faith of the Typees was unavoidably limited, one
of their superstitious observances with which I became acquainted interested me greatly.
In one of the most secluded portions of the valley within a stone’s cast of Fayaway’s lake—for so
I christened the scene of our island yachting—and hard by a growth of palms, which stood ranged
in order along both banks of the stream, waving their green arms as if to do honour to its passage,
was the mausoleum of a deceased, warrior chief. Like all the other edifices of any note, it was raised
upon a small pi-pi of stones, which, being of unusual height, was a conspicuous object from a
distance. A light thatching of bleached palmetto-leaves hung over it like a self supported canopy;
for it was not until you came very near that you saw it was supported by four slender columns of
bamboo rising at each corner to a little more than the height of a man. A clear area of a few yards
surrounded the pi-pi, and was enclosed by four trunks of cocoanut trees resting at the angles on
massive blocks of stone. e place was sacred. e sign of the inscrutable Taboo was seen in the
shape of a mystic roll of white tappa, suspended by a twisted cord of the same material from the
top of a slight pole planted within the enclosure(3). e sanctity of the spot appeared never to have
been violated. e stillness of the grave was there, and the calm solitude around was beautiful and
touching. e so shadows of those loy palm-trees!—I can see them now—hanging over the
little temple, as if to keep out the intrusive sun.
On all sides as you approached this silent spot you caught sight of the dead chief ’s effigy, seated
in the stern of a canoe, which was raised on a light frame a few inches above the level of the pi-pi.
e canoe was about seven feet in length; of a rich, dark coloured wood, handsomely carved and
adorned in many places with variegated bindings of stained sinnate, into which were ingeniously
wrought a number of sparkling seashells, and a belt of the same shells ran all round it. e body of
the figure—of whatever material it might have been made—was effectually concealed in a heavy
robe of brown tappa, revealing ; only the hands and head; the latter skilfully carved in wood, and
surmounted by a superb arch of plumes. ese plumes, in the subdued and gentle gales which
found access to this sequestered spot, were never for one moment at rest, but kept nodding and
waving over the chief ’s brow. e long leaves of the palmetto drooped over the eaves, and through
them you saw the warrior holding his paddle with both hands in the act of rowing, leaning
forward and inclining his head, as if eager to hurry on his voyage. Glaring at him forever, and face
to face, was a polished human skull, which crowned the prow of the canoe. e spectral
figurehead, reversed in its position, glancing backwards, seemed to mock the impatient attitude of
the warrior.
When I first visited this singular place with Kory-Kory, he told me—or at least I so understood
him—that the chief was paddling his way to the realms of bliss, and bread-fruit—the Polynesianheaven—where every moment the bread-fruit trees dropped their ripened spheres to the ground,
and where there was no end to the cocoanuts and bananas: there they reposed through the livelong
eternity upon mats much finer than those of Typee; and every day bathed their glowing limbs in
rivers of cocoanut oil. In that happy land there were plenty of plumes and feathers, and
boars’tusks and sperm-whale teeth, far preferable to all the shining trinkets and gay tappa of the white
men; and, best of all, women far lovelier than the daughters of earth were there in abundance. ‘A
very pleasant place,’ Kory-Kory said it was; ‘but aer all, not much pleasanter, he thought, than
Typee.’ ‘Did he not then,’ I asked him, ‘wish to accompany the warrior?’ ‘Oh no: he was very
happy where he was; but supposed that some time or other he would go in his own canoe.’
us far, I think, I clearly comprehended Kory-Kory. But there was a singular expression he
made use of at the time, enforced by as singular a gesture, the meaning of which I would have
given much to penetrate. I am inclined to believe it must have been a proverb he uttered; for I
aerwards heard him repeat the same words several times, and in what appeared to me to be a
somewhat: similar sense. Indeed, Kory-Kory had a great variety of short, smart-sounding
sentences, with which he frequently enlivened his discourse; and he introduced them with an air
which plainly intimated, that in his opinion, they settled the matter in question, whatever it might
be.
Could it have been then, that when I asked him whether he desired to go to this heaven of
bread-fruit, cocoanuts, and young ladies, which he had been describing, he answered by saying
something equivalent to our old adage—‘A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush’?—if he did,
Kory-Kory was a discreet and sensible fellow, and I cannot sufficiently admire his shrewdness.
Whenever, in the course of my rambles through the valley I happened to be near the chief ’s
mausoleum, I always turned aside to visit it. e place had a peculiar charm for me; I hardly know
why, but so it was. As I leaned over the railing and gazed upon the strange effigy and watched the
play of the feathery head-dress, stirred by the same breeze which in low tones breathed amidst the
loy palm-trees, I loved to yield myself up to the fanciful superstition of the islanders, and could
almost believe that the grim warrior was bound heavenward. In this mood when I turned to
depart, I bade him ‘God speed, and a pleasant voyage.’ Aye, paddle away, brave chieain, to the
land of spirits! To the material eye thou makest but little progress; but with the eye of faith, I see
thy canoe cleaving the bright waves, which die away on those dimly looming shores of Paradise.
is strange superstition affords another evidence of the fact, that however ignorant man may
be, he still feels within him his immortal spirit yearning, after the unknown future.
Although the religious theories of the islands were a complete mystery to me, their practical
every-day operation could not be concealed. I frequently passed the little temples reposing in the
shadows of the taboo groves and beheld the offerings—mouldy fruit spread out upon a rude altar,
or hanging in half-decayed baskets around some uncouth jolly-looking image; I was present during
the continuance of the festival; I daily beheld the grinning idols marshalled rank and file in the
Hoolah Hoolah ground, and was oen in the habit of meeting those whom I supposed to be the
priests. But the temples seemed to be abandoned to solitude; the festival had been nothing more
than a jovial mingling of the tribe; the idols were quite harmless as any other logs of wood; and the
priests were the merriest dogs in the valley.
In fact religious affairs in Typee were at a very low ebb: all such matters sat very lightly upon the
thoughtless inhabitants; and, in the celebration of many of their strange rites, they appeared
merely to seek a sort of childish amusement.
A curious evidence of this was given in a remarkable ceremony in which I frequently saw
Mehevi and several other chefs and warriors of note take part; but never a single female.
Among those whom I looked upon as forming the priesthood of the valley, there was one in
particular who oen attracted my notice, and whom I could not help regarding as the head of the
order. He was a noble looking man, in the prime of his life, and of a most benignant aspect. e
authority this man, whose name was Kolory, seemed to exercise over the rest, the episcopal part he
took in the Feast of Calabashes, his sleek and complacent appearance, the mystic characters which
were tattooed upon his chest, and above all the mitre he frequently wore, in the shape of a
towering head-dress, consisting of part of a cocoanut branch, the stalk planted uprightly on hisbrow, and the leaflets gathered together and passed round the temples and behind the ears, all these
pointed him out as Lord Primate of Typee. Kolory was a sort of Knight Templar—a soldier-priest;
for he oen wore the dress of a Marquesan warrior, and always carried a long spear, which, instead
of terminating in a paddle at the lower end, aer the general fashion of these weapons, was curved
into a heathenish-looking little image. is instrument, however, might perhaps have been
emblematic of his double functions. With one end in carnal combat he transfixed the enemies of
his tribe; and with the other as a pastoral crook he kept in order his spiritual flock. But this is not
all I have to say about Kolory.
His martial grace very oen carried about with him what seemed to me the half of a broken
war-club. It was swathed round with ragged bits of white tappa, and the upper part, which was
intended to represent a human head, was embellished with a strip of scarlet cloth of European
manufacture. It required little observation to discover that this strange object was revered as a god.
By the side of the big and lusty images standing sentinel over the altars of the Hoolah Hoolah
ground, it seemed a mere pigmy in tatters. But appearances all the world over are deceptive. Little
men are sometimes very potent, and rags sometimes cover very extensive pretensions. In fact, this
funny little image was the ‘crack’ god of the island; lording it over all the wooden lubbers who
looked so grim and dreadful; its name was Moa Artua(4). And it was in honour of Moa Artua, and
for the entertainment of those who believe in him, that the curious ceremony I am about to
describe was observed.
Mehevi and the chieains of the Ti have just risen from their noontide slumbers. ere are no
affairs of state to dispose of; and having eaten two or three breakfasts in the course of the morning,
the magnates of the valley feel no appetite as yet for dinner. How are their leisure moments to be
occupied? ey smoke, they chat, and at last one of their number makes a proposition to the rest,
who joyfully acquiescing, he darts out of the house, leaps from the pi-pi, and disappears in the
grove. Soon you see him returning with Kolory, who bears the god Moa Artua in his arms, and
carries in one hand a small trough, hollowed out in the likeness of a canoe. e priest comes along
dandling his charge as if it were a lachrymose infant he was endeavouring to put into a good
humour. Presently entering the Ti, he seats himself on the mats as composedly as a juggler about to
perform his sleight-of-hand tricks; and with the chiefs disposed in a circle around him, commences
his ceremony. In the first place he gives Moa Artua an affectionate hug, then caressingly lays him
to his breast, and, finally, whispers something in his ear; the rest of the company listening eagerly
for a reply. But the baby-god is deaf or dumb,—perhaps both, for never a word does, he utter. At
last Kolory speaks a little louder, and soon growing angry, comes boldly out with what he has to
say and bawls to him. He put me in mind of a choleric fellow, who, aer trying in vain to
communicated a secret to a deaf man, all at once flies into a passion and screams it out so that every
one may hear. Still Moa Artua remains as quiet as ever; and Kolory, seemingly losing his temper,
fetches him a box over the head, strips him of his tappa and red cloth, and laying him in a state of
nudity in a little trough, covers him from sight. At this proceeding all present loudly applaud and
signify their approval by uttering the adjective ‘motarkee’ with violent emphasis. Kolory however,
is so desirous his conduct should meet with unqualified approbation, that he inquires of each
individual separately whether under existing circumstances he has not done perfectly right in
shutting up Moa Artua. The invariable response is ‘Aa, Aa’ (yes, yes), repeated over again and again
in a manner which ought to quiet the scruples of the most conscientious. Aer a few moments
Kolory brings forth his doll again, and while arraying it very carefully in the tappa and red cloth,
alternately fondles and chides it. e toilet being completed, he once more speaks to it aloud. e
whole company hereupon show the greatest interest; while the priest holding Moa Artua to his ear
interprets to them what he pretends the god is confidentially communicating to him. Some items
intelligence appear to tickle all present amazingly; for one claps his hands in a rapture; another
shouts with merriment; and a third leaps to his feet and capers about like a madman.
What under the sun Moa Artua on these occasions had to say to Kolory I never could find out;
but I could not help thinking that the former showed a sad want of spirit in being disciplined into
making those disclosures, which at first he seemed bent on withholding. Whether the priest
honestly interpreted what he believed the divinity said to him, or whether he was not all the whileguilty of a vile humbug, I shall not presume to decide. At any rate, whatever as coming from the
god was imparted to those present seemed to be generally of a complimentary nature: a fact which
illustrates the sagacity of Kolory, or else the timeserving disposition of this hardly used deity.
Moa Artua having nothing more to say, his bearer goes to nursing him again, in which
occupation, however, he is soon interrupted by a question put by one of the warriors to the god.
Kolory hereupon snatches it up to his ear again, and aer listening attentively, once more officiates
as the organ of communication. A multitude of questions and answers having passed between the
parties, much to the satisfaction of those who propose them, the god is put tenderly to bed in the
trough, and the whole company unite in a long chant, led off by Kolory. This ended, the ceremony
is over; the chiefs rise to their feet in high good humour, and my Lord Archbishop, aer chatting
awhile, and regaling himself with a whiff or two from a pipe of tobacco, tucks the canoe under his
arm and marches off with it.
e whole of these proceedings were like those of a parcel of children playing with dolls and
baby houses.
For a youngster scarcely ten inches high, and with so few early advantages as he doubtless had
had, Moa Artua was certainly a precocious little fellow if he really said all that was imputed to him;
but for what reason this poor devil of a deity, thus cuffed about, cajoled, and shut up in a box, was
held in greater estimation than the full-grown and dignified personages of the Taboo Groves, I
cannot divine. And yet Mehevi, and other chiefs of unquestionable veracity—to say nothing of the
Primate himself—assured me over and over again that Moa Artua was the tutelary deity of Typee,
and was more to be held in honour than a whole battalion of the clumsy idols in the Hoolah
Hoolah grounds.
Kory-Kory—who seemed to have devoted considerable attention to the study of theology, as he
knew the names of all the graven images in the valley, and oen repeated them over to me—
likewise entertained some rather enlarged ideas with regard to the character and pretensions of
Moa Artua. He once gave me to understand, with a gesture there was no misconceiving, that if he
(Moa Artua) were so minded he could cause a cocoanut tree to sprout out of his (Kory-Kory’s)
head; and that it would be the easiest thing in life for him (Moa Artua) to take the whole island of
Nukuheva in his mouth and dive down to the bottom of the sea with it.
But in sober seriousness, I hardly knew what to make of the religion of the valley. ere was
nothing that so much perplexed the illustrious Cook, in his intercourse with the South Sea
islanders, as their sacred rites. Although this prince of navigators was in many instances assisted by
interpreters in the prosecution of his researches, he still frankly acknowledges that he was at a loss
to obtain anything like a clear insight into the puzzling arcana of their faith. A similar admission
has been made by other eminent voyagers: by Carteret, Byron, Kotzebue, and Vancouver.
For my own part, although hardly a day passed while I remained upon the island that I did not
witness some religious ceremony or other, it was very much like seeing a parcel of ‘Freemasons’
making secret signs to each other; I saw everything, but could comprehend nothing.
On the whole, I am inclined to believe, that the islanders in the Pacific have no fixed and
definite ideas whatever on the subject of religion. I am persuaded that Kolory himself would be
effectually posed were he called upon to draw up the articles of his faith and pronounce the creed
by which he hoped to be saved. In truth, the Typees, so far as their actions evince, submitted to no
laws human or divine—always excepting the thrice mysterious Taboo. e ‘independent electors’
of the valley were not to be brow-beaten by chiefs, priests, idol or devils. As for the luckless idols,
they received more hard knocks than supplications. I do not wonder that some of them looked so
grim, and stood so bolt upright as if fearful of looking to the right or the le lest they should give
any one offence. e fact is, they had to carry themselves ‘ pretty straight,’ or suffer the
consequences. eir worshippers were such a precious set of fickle-minded and irreverent
heathens, that there was no telling when they might topple one of them over, break it to pieces,
and making a fire with it on the very altar itself, fall to roasting the offerings of bread-fruit, and at
them in spite of its teeth.
In how little reverence these unfortunate deities were held by the natives was on one occasion
most convincingly proved to me.—Walking with Kory-Kory through the deepest recesses of thegroves, I perceived a curious looking image, about six feet in height which originally had been
placed upright against a low pi-pi, surmounted by a ruinous bamboo temple, but having become
fatigued and weak in the knees, was now carelessly leaning against it. e idol was partly concealed
by the foliage of a tree which stood near, and whose leafy boughs drooped over the pile of stones, as
if to protect the rude fane from the decay to which it was rapidly hastening. e image itself was
nothing more than a grotesquely shaped log, carved in the likeness of a portly naked man with the
arms clasped over the head, the jaws thrown wide apart, and its thick shapeless legs bowed into an
arch. It was much decayed. e lower part was overgrown with a bright silky moss. in spears of
grass sprouted from the distended mouth, and fringed the outline of the head and arms. His
godship had literally attained a green old age. All its prominent points were bruised and battered,
or entirely rotted away. e nose had taken its departure, and from the general appearance of the
head it might have, been supposed that the wooden divinity, in despair at the neglect of its
worshippers, had been trying to beat its own brains out against the surrounding trees.
I drew near to inspect more closely this strange object of idolatry, but halted reverently at the
distance of two or three paces, out of regard to the religious prejudices of my valet. As soon,
however, as Kory-Kory perceived that I was in one of my inquiring, scientific moods, to my
astonishment, he sprang to the side of the idol, and pushing it away from the stones against which
it rested, endeavoured to make it stand upon its legs. But the divinity had lost the use of them
altogether; and while Kory-Kory was trying to prop it up, placing a stick between it and the pi-pi,
the monster fell clumsily to the ground, and would have infallibly have broken its neck had not
Kory-Kory providentially broken its fall by receiving its whole weight on his own half-crushed
back. I never saw the honest fellow in such a rage before. He leaped furiously to his feet, and
seizing the stick, began beating the poor image: every moment, or two pausing and talking to it in
the most violent manner, as if upbraiding it for the accident. When his indignation had subsided a
little he whirled the idol about most profanely, so as to give me an opportunity of examining it on
all sides. I am quite sure I never should have presumed to have taken such liberties with the god
myself, and I was not a little shocked at Kory-Kory’s impiety.
is anecdote speaks for itself. When one of the inferior order of natives could show such
contempt for a venerable and decrepit God of the Groves, what the state of religion must be
among the people in general is easy to be imagined. In truth, I regard the Typees as a back-slidden
generation. ey are sunk in religious sloth, and require a spiritual revival. A long prosperity of
bread-fruit and cocoanuts has rendered them remiss in the performance of their higher
obligations. e wood-rot malady is spreading among the idols—the fruit upon their altars is
becoming offensive—the temples themselves need rethatching—the tattooed clergy are altogether
too light-hearted and lazy—and their flocks are going astray.
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general information gathered at the festival—personal beauty of the typees—their
superiority over the inhabitants of the other islands—diversity of complexion—a
vegetable cosmetic and ointment—testimony of voyagers to the uncommon beauty of the
marquesans—few evidences of intercourse with civilized beings—dilapidated musket—
primitive simplicity of government—regal dignity of mehevi.
ALTHOUGH I had been unable during the late festival to obtain information on many
interesting subjects which had much excited my curiosity, still that important event had not passed
by without adding materially to my general knowledge of the islanders.
I was especially struck by the physical strength and beauty which they displayed, by their great
superiority in these respects over the inhabitants of the neighbouring bay of Nukuheva, and by the
singular contrasts they presented among themselves in their various shades of complexion.
In beauty of form they surpassed anything I had ever seen. Not a single instance of natural
deformity was observable in all the throng attending the revels. Occasionally I noticed among the
men the scars of wounds they had received in battle; and sometimes, though very seldom, the loss
of a finger, an eye, or an arm, attributable to the same cause. With these exceptions, every
individual appeared free from those blemishes which sometimes mar the effect of an otherwise
perfect form. But their physical excellence did not merely consist in an exemption from these evils;
nearly every individual of their number might have been taken for a sculptor’s model.
When I remembered that these islanders derived no advantage from dress, but appeared in all
the naked simplicity of nature, I could not avoid comparing them with the fine gentlemen and
dandies who promenade such unexceptionable figures in our frequented thoroughfares. Stripped of
the cunning artifices of the tailor, and standing forth in the garb of Eden—what a sorry, set of
round-shouldered, spindle-shanked, crane-necked varlets would civilized men appear! Stuffed
calves, padded breasts, and scientifically cut pantaloons would then avail them nothing, and the
effect would be truly deplorable.
Nothing in the appearance of the islanders struck me more forcibly than the whiteness of their
teeth. The novelist always compares the masticators of his heroine to ivory; but I boldly pronounce
the teeth of the Typee to be far more beautiful than ivory itself. e jaws of the oldest graybeards
among them were much better garnished than those of most of the youths of civilized countries;
while the teeth of the young and middle-aged, in their purity and whiteness, were actually dazzling
to the eye. eir marvellous whiteness of the teeth is to be ascribed to the pure vegetable diet of
these people, and the uninterrupted healthfulness of their natural mode of life.
e men, in almost every instance, are of loy stature, scarcely ever less than six feet in height,
while the other sex are uncommonly diminutive. e early period of life at which the human
form arrives at maturity in this generous tropical climate, likewise deserves to be mentioned. A
little creature, not more than thirteen years of age, and who in other particulars might be regarded
as a mere child, is oen seen nursing her own baby, whilst lads who, under less ripening skies,
would be still at school, are here responsible fathers of families.
On first entering the Typee Valley, I had been struck with the marked contrast presented by its
inhabitants with those of the bay I had previously le. In the latter place, I had not been
favourably impressed with the personal appearance of the male portion of the population;
although with the females, excepting in some truly melancholy instances, I had been wonderfully
pleased. I had observed that even the little intercourse Europeans had carried on with the
Nukuheva natives had not failed to leave its traces amongst them. One of the most dreadful curses
under which humanity labours had commenced its havocks, and betrayed, as it ever does among
the South Sea islanders, the most aggravated symptoms. From this, as from all other foreign
inflictions, the yet uncontaminated tenants of the Typee Valley were wholly exempt; and longmay they continue so. Better will it be for them for ever to remain the happy and innocent
heathens and barbarians that they now are, than, like the wretched inhabitants of the Sandwich
Islands, to enjoy the mere name of Christians without experiencing any of the vital operations of
true religion, whilst, at the same time, they are made the victims of the worst vices and evils of
civilized life.
Apart, however, from these considerations, I am inclined to believe that there exists a radical
difference between the two tribes, if indeed they are not distinct races of men. To those who have
merely touched at Nukuheva Bay, without visiting other portions of the island, it would hardly
appear credible the diversities presented between the various small clans inhabiting so diminutive a
spot. But the hereditary hostility which has existed between them for ages, fully accounts for this.
Not so easy, however, is it to assign an adequate cause for the endless variety of complexions to
be seen in the Typee Valley. During the festival, I had noticed several young females whose skins
were almost as white as any Saxon damsel’s; a slight dash of the mantling brown being all that
marked the difference. is comparative fairness of complexion, though in a great degree perfectly
natural, is partly the result of an artificial process, and of an entire exclusion from the sun. e
juice of the ‘papa’ root found in great abundance at the head of the valley, is held in great esteem as
a cosmetic, with which many of the females daily anoint their whole person. e habitual use of it
whitens and beautifies the skin. ose of the young girls who resort to this method of heightening
their charms, never expose themselves selves to the rays of the sun; an observance, however, that
produces little or no inconvenience, since there are but few of the inhabited portions of the vale
which are not shaded over with a spreading canopy of boughs, so that one may journey from house
to house, scarcely deviating from the direct course, and yet never once see his shadow cast upon the
ground.
e ‘papa’, when used, is suffered to remain upon the skin for several hours; being of a light
green colour, it consequently imparts for the time a similar hue to the complexion. Nothing,
therefore, can be imagined more singular than the appearance of these nearly naked damsels
immediately aer the application of the cosmetic. To look at one of them you would almost
suppose she was some vegetable in an unripe state; and that, instead of living in the shade for ever,
she ought to be placed out in the sun to ripen.
All the islanders are more or less in the habit of anointing themselves; the women preferring the
‘aker’ to ‘papa’, and the men using the oil of the cocoanut. Mehevi was remarkable fond of
mollifying his entire cuticle with this ointment. Sometimes he might be seen, with his whole body
fairly reeking with the perfumed oil of the nut, looking as if he had just emerged from a
soapboiler’s vat, or had undergone the process of dipping in a tallow-chandlery. To this cause perhaps,
united to their frequent bathing and extreme cleanliness, is ascribable, in a great measure, the
marvellous purity and smoothness of skin exhibited by the natives in general.
e prevailing tint among the women of the valley was a light olive, and of this style of
complexion Fayaway afforded the most beautiful example. Others were still darker; while not a
few were of a genuine golden colour, and some of a swarthy hue.
As agreeing with much previously mentioned in this narrative I may here observe that
Mendaña, their discoverer, in his account of the Marquesas, described the natives as wondrously
beautiful to behold, and as nearly resembling the people of southern Europe. e first of these
islands seen by Mendaña was La Madelena, which is not far distant from Nukuheva; and its
inhabitants in every respect resemble those dwelling on that and the other islands of the group.
Figueroa, the chronicler of Mendaña’s voyage, says, that on the morning the land was descried,
when the Spaniards drew near the shore, there sallied forth, in rude progression, about seventy
canoes, and at the same time many of the inhabitants (females I presume) made towards the ships
by swimming. He adds, that ‘in complexion they were nearly white; of good stature, and finely
formed; and on their faces and bodies were delineated representations of fishes and other devices’.
e old Don then goes on to say, ‘ere came, among others, two lads paddling their canoe,
whose eyes were fixed on the ship; they had beautiful faces and the most promising animation of
countenance; and were in all things so becoming, that the pilot-mayor Quiros affirmed, nothing in
his life ever caused him so much regret as the leaving such fine creatures to be lost in thatcountry.’(5) More than two hundred years have gone by since the passage of which the above is a
translation was written; and it appears to me now, as I read it, as fresh and true as if written but
yesterday. e islanders are still the same; and I have seen boys in the Typee Valley of whose
‘beautiful faces’ and promising ‘animation of countenance’ no one who has not beheld them can
form any adequate idea. Cook, in the account of his voyage, pronounces the Marquesans as by far
the most splendid islanders in the South Seas. Stewart, the chaplain of the U.S. ship Vincennes, in
his ‘Scenes in the South Seas’, expresses, in more than one place, his amazement at the surpassing
loveliness of the women; and says that many of the Nukuheva damsels reminded him forcibly of
the most celebrated beauties in his own land. Fanning, a Yankee mariner of some reputation,
likewise records his lively impressions of the physical appearance of these people; and Commodore
David Porter of the U.S. frigate Essex, is said to have been vastly smitten by the beauty of the
ladies. eir great superiority over all other Polynesians cannot fail to attract the notice of those
who visit the principal groups in the Pacific. e voluptuous Tahitians are the only people who at
all deserve to be compared with them; while the dark-haired Hawaiians and the woolly-headed
Feejees are immeasurably inferior to them. e distinguishing characteristic of the Marquesan
islanders, and that which at once strikes you, is the European cast of their features—a peculiarity
seldom observable among other uncivilized people. Many of their faces present profiles classically
beautiful, and in the valley of Typee I saw several who, like the stranger Marnoo, were in every
respect models of beauty.
Some of the natives present at the Feast of Calabashes had displayed a few articles of European
dress; disposed however, about their persons aer their own peculiar fashion. Among these I
perceived two pieces of cotton-cloth which poor Toby and myself had bestowed upon our youthful
guides the aernoon we entered the valley. ey were evidently reserved for gala days; and during
those of the festival they rendered the young islanders who wore them very distinguished
characters. e small number who were similarly adorned, and the great value they appeared to
place upon the most common and most trivial articles, furnished ample evidence of the very
restricted intercourse they held with vessels touching at the island. A few cotton handkerchiefs, of
a gay pattern, tied about the neck, and suffered to fall over the shoulder; strips of fanciful calico,
swathed about the loins, were nearly all I saw.
Indeed, throughout the valley, there were few things of any kind to be seen of European origin.
All I ever saw, besides the articles just alluded to, were the six muskets preserved in the Ti, and
three or four similar implements of warfare hung up in other houses; some small canvas bags,
partly filled with bullets and powder, and half a dozen old hatchet-heads, with the edges blunted
and battered to such a degree as to render them utterly useless. ese last seemed to be regarded as
nearly worthless by the natives; and several times they held up, one of them before me, and
throwing it aside with a gesture of disgust, manifested their contempt for anything that could so
soon become unserviceable.
But the muskets, the powder, and the bullets were held in most extravagant esteem. e former,
from their great age and the peculiarities they exhibited, were well worthy a place in any
antiquarian’s armoury. I remember in particular one that hung in the Ti, and which Mehevi—
supposing as a matter of course that I was able to repair it—had put into my hands for that
purpose. It was one of those clumsy, old-fashioned, English pieces known generally as Tower Hill
muskets, and, for aught I know, might have been le on the island by Wallace, Carteret, Cook, or
Vancouver. e stock was half rotten and worm-eaten; the lock was as rusty and about as well
adapted to its ostensible purpose as an old door-hinge; the threading of the screws about the trigger
was completely worn away; while the barrel shook in the wood. Such was the weapon the chief
desired me to restore to its original condition. As I did not possess the accomplishments of a
gunsmith, and was likewise destitute of the necessary tools, I was reluctantly obliged to signify my
inability to perform the task. At this unexpected communication Mehevi regarded me, for a
moment, as if he half suspected I was some inferior sort of white man, who aer all did not know
much more than a Typee. However, aer a most laboured explanation of the matter, I succeeded
in making him understand the extreme difficulty of the task. Scarcely satisfied with my apologies,
however, he marched off with the superannuated musket in something of a huff, as if he would nolonger expose it to the indignity of being manipulated by such unskilful fingers.
During the festival I had not failed to remark the simplicity of manner, the freedom from all
restraint, and, to certain degree, the equality of condition manifested by the natives in general. No
one appeared to assume any arrogant pretensions. ere was little more than a slight difference in
costume to distinguish the chiefs from the other natives. All appeared to mix together freely, and
without any reserve; although I noticed that the wishes of a chief, even when delivered in the
mildest tone, received the same immediate obedience which elsewhere would have been only
accorded to a peremptory command. What may be the extent of the authority of the chiefs over
the rest of the tribe, I will not venture to assert; but from all I saw during my stay in the valley, I
was induced to believe that in matters concerning the general welfare it was very limited. e
required degree of deference towards them, however, was willingly and cheerfully yielded; and as
all authority is transmitted from father to son, I have no doubt that one of the effects here, as
elsewhere, of high birth, is to induce respect and obedience.
e civil institutions of the Marquesas Islands appear to be in this, as in other respects, directly
the reverse of those of the Tahitian and Hawaiian groups, where the original power of the king
and chiefs was far more despotic than that of any tyrant in civilized countries. At Tahiti it used to
be death for one of the inferior orders to approach, without permission, under the shadow, of the
king’s house; or to fail in paying the customary reverence when food destined for the king was
borne past them by his messengers. At the Sandwich Islands, Kaahumanu, the gigantic old
dowager queen—a woman of nearly four hundred pounds weight, and who is said to be still living
at Mowee—was accustomed, in some of her terrific gusts of temper, to snatch up an ordinary sized
man who had offended her, and snap his spine across her knee. Incredible as this may seem, it is a
fact. While at Lahainaluna—the residence of this monstrous Jezebel—a humpbacked wretch was
pointed out to me, who, some twenty-five years previously, had had the vertebrae of his backbone
very seriously discomposed by his gentle mistress.
e particular grades of rank existing among the chiefs of Typee, I could not in all cases
determine. Previous to the Feast of Calabashes I had been puzzled what particular station to assign
to Mehevi. But the important part he took upon that occasion convinced me that he had no
superior among the inhabitants of the valley. I had invariably noticed a certain degree of deference
paid to him by all with whom I had ever seen him brought in contact; but when I remembered
that my wanderings had been confined to a limited portion of the valley, and that towards the sea a
number of distinguished chiefs resided, some of whom had separately visited me at Marheyo’s
house, and whom, until the Festival, I had never seen in the company of Mehevi, I felt disposed to
believe that his rank after all might not be particularly elevated.
e revels, however, had brought together all the warriors whom I had seen individually and in
groups at different times and places. Among them Mehevi moved with an easy air of superiority
which was not to be mistaken; and he whom I had only looked at as the hospitable host of the Ti,
and one of the military leaders of the tribe, now assumed in my eyes the dignity of royal station.
His striking costume, no less than his naturally commanding figure, seemed indeed to give him
pre-eminence over the rest. e towering helmet of feathers that he wore raised him in height
above all who surrounded him; and though some others were similarly adorned, the length and
luxuriance of their plumes were inferior to his.
Mehevi was in fact the greatest of the chiefs—the head of his clan—the sovereign of the valley;
and the simplicity of the social institutions of the people could not have been more completely
proved than by the fact, that aer having been several weeks in the valley, and almost in daily
intercourse with Mehevi, I should have remained until the time of the festival ignorant of his regal
character. But a new light had now broken in upon me. e Ti was the palace—and Mehevi the
king. Both the one and the other of a most simple and patriarchal nature: it must be allowed, and
wholly unattended by the ceremonious pomp which usually surrounds the purple.
Aer having made this discovery I could not avoid congratulating myself that Mehevi had from
the first taken me as it were under his royal protection, and that he still continued to entertain for
me the warmest regard, as far at least as I was enabled to judge from appearances. For the future I
determined to pay most assiduous court to him, hoping that eventually through his kindness Imight obtain my liberty.
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king mehevi—allusion to his hawaiian majesty—conduct of marheyo and mehevi in certain
delicate matters—peculiar system of marriage—number of population—uniformity—
embalming—places of sepulture—funeral obsequies at nukuheva-number of inhabitants in
typee—location of the dwellings—happiness enjoyed in the valley—a warning—some
ideas with regard to the present state of the hawaiians—story of a missionary’s wife—
fashionable equipages at oahu—reflections.
KING MEHEVI!—A goodly sounding title—and why should I not bestow it upon the foremost
man in the valley of Typee? e republican missionaries of Oahu cause to be gazetted in the Court
Journal, published at Honolulu, the most trivial movement of ‘his gracious majesty’ King
Kammehammaha III, and ‘their highnesses the princes of the blood royal’. (6) And who is his
‘gracious majesty’, and what the quality of this blood royal’?—His ‘gracious majesty’ is a fat, lazy,
negro-looking blockhead, with as little character as power. He has lost the noble traits of the
barbarian, without acquiring the redeeming graces of a civilized being ; and, although a member of
the Hawiian Temperance Society, is a most inveterate dram-drinker.
e ‘blood royal’ is an extremely thick, depraved fluid; formed principally of raw fish, bad
brandy, and European sweetmeats, and is charged with a variety of eruptive humours, which are
developed in sundry blotches and pimples upon the august face of ‘majesty itself ’, and the angelic
countenances of the ‘princes and princesses of the blood royal’!
Now, if the farcical puppet of a chief magistrate in the Sandwich Islands be allowed the title of
King, why should it be withheld from the noble savage Mehevi, who is a thousand times more
worthy of the appellation? All hail, therefore, Mehevi, King of the Cannibal Valley, and long life
and prosperity to his Typeean majesty! May Heaven for many a year preserve him, the
uncompromising foe of Nukuheva and the French, if a hostile attitude will secure his lovely
domain from the remorseless inflictions of South Sea civilization.
Previously to seeing the Dancing Widows I had little idea that there were any matrimonial
relations subsisting in Typee, and I should as soon have thought of a Platonic affection being
cultivated between the sexes, as of the solemn connection of man and wife. To be sure, there were
old Marheyo and Tinor, who seemed to have a sort of nuptial understanding with one another; but
for all that, I had sometimes observed a comical-looking old gentleman dressed in a suit of shabby
tattooing, who had the audacity to take various liberties with the lady, and that too in the very
presence of the old warrior her husband, who looked on as good-naturedly as if nothing was
happening. is behaviour, until subsequent discoveries enlightened me, puzzled me more than
anything else I witnessed in Typee.
As for Mehevi, I had supposed him a confirmed bachelor, as well as most of the principal chiefs.
At any rate, if they had wives and families, they ought to have been ashamed of themselves; for
sure I am, they never troubled themselves about any domestic affairs. In truth, Mehevi seemed to
be the president of a club of hearty fellows, who kept ‘Bachelor’s Hall’ in fine style at the Ti. I had
no doubt but that they regarded children as odious incumbrances; and their ideas of domestic
felicity were sufficiently shown in the fact, that they allowed no meddlesome housekeepers to turn
topsy-turvy those snug little arrangements they had made in their comfortable dwelling. I strongly
suspected however, that some of these jolly bachelors were carrying on love intrigues with the
maidens of the tribe; although they did not appear publicly to acknowledge them. I happened to
pop upon Mehevi three or four times when he was romping—in a most undignified manner for a
warrior king—with one of the prettiest little witches in the valley. She lived with an old woman
and a young man, in a house near Marheyo’s; and although in appearance a mere child herself, had
a noble boy about a year old, who bore a marvellous resemblance to Mehevi, whom I should
certainly have believed to have been the father, were it not that the little fellow had no triangle on
his face—but on second thoughts, tattooing is not hereditary. Mehevi, however, was not the onlyperson upon whom the damsel Moonoony smiled—the young fellow of fieen, who permanently
resided in the home with her, was decidedly in her good graces. I sometimes beheld both him and
the chief making love at the same time. Is it possible, thought I, that the valiant warrior can
consent to give up a corner in the thing he loves? is too was a mystery which, with others of the
same kind, was afterwards satisfactorily explained.
During the second day of the Feast of Calabashes, Kory-Kory—being determined that I should
have some understanding on these matters—had, in the course of his explanations, directed my
attention to a peculiarity I had frequently remarked among many of the females;—principally
those of a mature age and rather matronly appearance. is consisted in having the right hand and
the le foot most elaborately tattooed; whilst the rest of the body was wholly free from the
operation of the art, with the exception of the minutely dotted lips and slight marks on the
shoulders, to which I have previously referred as comprising the sole tattooing exhibited by
Fayaway, in common with other young girls of her age. e hand and foot thus embellished were,
according to Kory-Kory, the distinguishing badge of wedlock, so far as that social and highly
commendable institution is known among those people. It answers, indeed, the same purpose as
the plain gold ring worn by our fairer spouses.
Aer Kory-Kory’s explanation of the subject, I was for some time studiously respectful in the
presence of all females thus distinguished, and never ventured to indulge in the slightest approach
to flirtation with any of their number. Married women, to be sure!—I knew better than to offend
them.
A further insight, however, into the peculiar domestic customs of the inmates of the valley did
away in a measure with the severity of my scruples, and convinced me that I was deceived in some
at least of my conclusions. A regular system of polygamy exists among the islanders; but of a most
extraordinary nature,—a plurality of husbands, instead of wives! and this solitary fact speaks
volumes for the gentle disposition of the male population.
Where else, indeed, could such a practice exist, even for a single day?—Imagine a revolution
brought about in a Turkish seraglio, and the harem rendered the abode of bearded men; or
conceive some beautiful woman in our own country running distracted at the sight of her
numerous lovers murdering one another before her eyes, out of jealousy for the unequal
distribution of her favours!—Heaven defend us from such a state of things!—We are scarcely
amiable and forbearing enough to submit to it.
I was not able to learn what particular ceremony was observed in forming the marriage contract,
but am inclined to think that it must have been of a very simple nature. Perhaps the mere ‘popping
the question’, as it is termed with us, might have been followed by an immediate nuptial alliance.
At any rate, I have more than one reason to believe that tedious courtships are unknown in the
valley of Typee.
e males considerably outnumber the females. is holds true of many of the islands of
Polynesia, although the reverse of what is the case in most civilized countries. e girls are first
wooed and won, at a very tender age, by some stripling in the household in which they reside.
is, however, is a mere frolic of the affections, and no formal engagement is contracted. By the
time this first love has a little subsided, a second suitor presents himself, of graver years, and carries
both boy and girl away to his own habitation. is disinterested and generous-hearted fellow now
weds the young couple—marrying damsel and lover at the same time—and all three thenceforth
live together as harmoniously as so many turtles. I have heard of some men who in civilized
countries rashly marry large families with their wives, but had no idea that there was any place
where people married supplementary husbands with them. Infidelity on either side is very rare. No
man has more than one wife, and no wife of mature years has less than two husbands,—sometimes
she has three, but such instances are not frequent. e marriage tie, whatever it may be, does not
appear to be indissoluble; for separations occasionally happen. ese, however, when they do take
place, produce no unhappiness, and are preceded by no bickerings; for the simple reason, that an
ill-used wife or a henpecked husband is not obliged to file a bill in Chancery to obtain a divorce.
As nothing stands in the way of a separation, the matrimonial yoke sits easily and lightly, and a
Typee wife lives on very pleasant and sociable terms with her husband. On the whole, wedlock, asknown among these Typees, seems to be of a more distinct and enduring nature than is usually the
case with barbarous people. A baneful promiscuous intercourse of the sexes is hereby avoided, and
virtue, without being clamorously invoked, is, as it were, unconsciously practised.
e contrast exhibited between the Marquesas and other islands of the Pacific in this respect, is
worthy of being noticed. At Tahiti the marriage tie was altogether unknown; and the relation of
husband and wife, father and son, could hardly be said to exist. e Arreory Society—one of the
most singular institutions that ever existed in any part of the world—spread universal
licentiousness over the island. It was the voluptuous character of these people which rendered the
disease introduced among them by De Bougainville’s ships, in 1768, doubly destructive. It visited
them like a plague, sweeping them off by hundreds.
Notwithstanding the existence of wedlock among the Typees, the Scriptural injunction to
increase and multiply seems to be but indifferently attended to. I never saw any of those large
families in arithmetical or step-ladder progression which one oen meets with at home. I never
knew of more than two youngsters living together in the same home, and but seldom even that
number. As for the women, it was very plain that the anxieties of the nursery but seldom disturbed
the serenity of their souls; and they were never seen going about the valley with half a score of little
ones tagging at their apron-strings, or rather at the bread-fruit-leaf they usually wore in the rear.
e ratio of increase among all the Polynesian nations is very small; and in some places as yet
uncorrupted by intercourse with Europeans, the births would appear not very little to outnumber
the deaths; the population in such instances remaining nearly the same for several successive
generations, even upon those islands seldom or never desolated by wars, and among people with
whom the crime of infanticide is altogether unknown. is would seem expressively ordained by
Providence to prevent the overstocking of the islands with a race too indolent to cultivate the
ground, and who, for that reason alone, would, by any considerable increase in their numbers, be
exposed to the most deplorable misery. During the entire period of my stay in the valley of Typee,
I never saw more than ten or twelve children under the age of six months, and only became aware
of two births.
It is to the absence of the marriage tie that the late rapid decrease of the population of the
Sandwich Islands and of Tahiti is in part to be ascribed. e vices and diseases introduced among
these unhappy people annually swell the ordinary mortality of the islands, while, from the same
cause, the originally small number of births is proportionally decreased. us the progress of the
Hawaiians and Tahitians to utter extinction is accelerated in a sort of compound ratio.
I have before had occasion to remark, that I never saw any of the ordinary signs of a pace of
sepulture in the valley, a circumstance which I attributed, at the time, to my living in a particular
part of it, and being forbidden to extend my rambles to any considerable distance towards the sea. I
have since thought it probable, however, that the Typees, either desirous of removing from their
sight the evidences of mortality, or prompted by a taste for rural beauty, may have some charming
cemetery situation in the shadowy recesses along the base of the mountains. At Nukuheva, two or
three large quadrangular ‘pi-pis’, heavily flagged, enclosed with regular stone walls, and shaded over
and almost hidden from view by the interlacing branches of enormous trees, were pointed out to
me as burial-places. e bodies, I understood, were deposited in rude vaults beneath the flagging,
and were suffered to remain there without being disinterred. Although nothing could be more
strange and gloomy than the aspect of these places, where the loy trees threw their dark shadows
over rude blocks of stone, a stranger looking at them would have discerned none of the ordinary
evidences of a place of sepulture.
During my stay in the valley, as none of its inmates were so accommodating as to die and be
buried in order to gratify my curiosity with regard to their funeral rites, I was reluctantly obliged
to remain in ignorance of them. As I have reason to believe, however, the observances of the
Typees in these matters are the same with those of all the other tribes in the island, I will here
relate a scene I chanced to witness at Nukuheva.
A young man had died, about daybreak, in a house near the beach. I had been sent ashore that
morning, and saw a good deal of the preparations they were making for his obsequies. e body,
neatly wrapped in a new white tappa, was laid out in an open shed of cocoanut boughs, upon a bierconstructed of elastic bamboos ingeniously twisted together. is was supported about two feet
from the ground, by large canes planted uprightly in the earth. Two females, of a dejected
appearance, watched by its side, plaintively chanting and beating the air with large grass fans
whitened with pipe-clay. In the dwelling-house adjoining a numerous company we assembled, and
various articles of food were being prepared for consumption. Two or three individuals,
distinguished by head-dresses of beautiful tappa, and wearing a great number of ornaments,
appeared to officiate as masters of the ceremonies. By noon the entertainment had fairly begun and
we were told that it would last during the whole of the two following days. With the exception of
those who mourned by the corpse, every one seemed disposed to drown the sense of the late
bereavement in convivial indulgence. e girls, decked out in their savage finery, danced; the old
men chanted; the warriors smoked and chatted; and the young and lusty, of both sexes, feasted
plentifully, and seemed to enjoy themselves as pleasantly as they could have done had it been a
wedding.
e islanders understand the art of embalming, and practise it with such success that the bodies
of their great chiefs are frequently preserved for many years in the very houses where they died. I
saw three of these in my visit to the Bay of Tior. One was enveloped in immense folds of tappa,
with only the face exposed, and hung erect against the side of the dwelling. e others were
stretched out upon biers of bamboo, in open, elevated temples, which seemed consecrated to their
memory. e heads of enemies killed in battle are invariably preserved and hung up as trophies in
the house of the conqueror. I am not acquainted with the process which is in use, but believe that
fumigation is the principal agency employed. All the remains which I saw presented the
appearance of a ham after being suspended for some time in a smoky chimney.
But to return from the dead to the living. e late festival had drawn together, as I had every
reason to believe, the whole population of the vale, and consequently I was enabled to make some
estimate with regard to its numbers. I should imagine that there were about two thousand
inhabitants in Typee; and no number could have been better adapted to the extent of the valley.
e valley is some nine miles in length, and may average one in breadth; the houses being
distributed at wide intervals throughout its whole extent, principally, however, towards the head of
the vale. ere are no villages; the houses stand here and there in the shadow of the groves, or are
scattered along the banks of the winding stream; their golden-hued bamboo sides and gleaming
white thatch forming a beautiful contrast to the perpetual verdure in which they are embowered.
ere are no roads of any kind in the valley. Nothing but a labyrinth of footpaths twisting and
turning among the thickets without end.
e penalty of the Fall presses very lightly upon the valley of Typee; for, with the one solitary
exception of striking a light, I scarcely saw any piece of work performed there which caused the
sweat to stand upon a single brow. As for digging and delving for a livelihood, the thing is
altogether unknown. Nature has planted the bread-fruit and the banana, and in her own good time
she brings them to maturity, when the idle savage stretches forth his hand, and satisfies his
appetite.
Ill-fated people! I shudder when I think of the change a few years will produce in their
paradisaical abode; and probably when the most destructive vices, and the worst attendances on
civilization, shall have driven all peace and happiness from the valley, the magnanimous French
will proclaim to the world that the Marquesas Islands have been converted to Christianity! and
this the Catholic world will doubtless consider as a glorious event. Heaven help the ‘Isles of the
Sea’!—e sympathy which Christendom feels for them, has, alas! in too many instances proved
their bane.
How little do some of these poor islanders comprehend when they look around them, that no
inconsiderable part of their disasters originate in certain tea-party excitements, under the influence
of which benevolent-looking gentlemen in white cravats solicit alms, and old ladies in spectacles,
and young ladies in sober russet gowns, contribute sixpences towards the creation of a fund, the
object of which is to ameliorate the spiritual condition of the Polynesians, but whose end has
almost invariably been to accomplish their temporal destruction!
Let the savages be civilized, but civilize them with benefits, and not with evils; and letheathenism be destroyed, but not by destroying the heathen. e Anglo-Saxon hive have
extirpated Paganism from the greater part of the North American continent; but with it they have
likewise extirpated the greater portion of the Red race. Civilization is gradually sweeping from the
earth the lingering vestiges of Paganism, and at the same time the shrinking forms of its unhappy
worshippers.
Among the islands of Polynesia, no sooner are the images overturned, the temples demolished,
and the idolators converted into nominal Christians, that disease, vice, and premature death make
their appearance. e depopulated land is then recruited from the rapacious, hordes of enlightened
individuals who settle themselves within its borders, and clamorously announce the progress of the
Truth. Neat villas, trim gardens, shaven lawns, spires, and cupolas arise, while the poor savage soon
finds himself an interloper in the country of his fathers, and that too on the very site of the hut
where he was born. e spontaneous fruits of the earth, which God in his wisdom had ordained
for the support of the indolent natives, remorselessly seized upon and appropriated by the stranger,
are devoured before the eyes of the starving inhabitants, or sent on board the numerous vessels
which now touch at their shores.
When the famished wretches are cut off in this manner from their natural supplies, they are
told by their benefactors to work and earn their support by the sweat of their brows! But to no fine
gentleman born to hereditary opulence, does this manual labour come more unkindly than to the
luxurious Indian when thus robbed of the bounty of heaven. Habituated to a life of indolence, he
cannot and will not exert himself; and want, disease, and vice, all evils of foreign growth, soon
terminate his miserable existence.
But what matters all this? Behold the glorious result!—e abominations of Paganism have
given way to the pure rites of the Christian worship,—the ignorant savage has been supplanted by
the refined European! Look at Honolulu, the metropolis of the Sandwich Islands!—A community
of disinterested merchants, and devoted self-exiled heralds of the Cross, located on the very spot
that twenty years ago was defiled by the presence of idolatry. What a subject for an eloquent
Biblemeeting orator! Nor has such an opportunity for a display of missionary rhetoric been allowed to
pass by unimproved!—But when these philanthropists send us such glowing accounts of one half
of their labours, why does their modesty restrain them from publishing the other half of the good
they have wrought?—Not until I visited Honolulu was I aware of the fact that the small remnant
of the natives had been civilized into draught-horses; and evangelized into beasts of burden. But so
it is. ey have been literally broken into the traces, and are harnessed to the vehicles of their
spiritual instructors like so many dumb brutes!
* * * * *
Lest the slightest misconception should arise from anything thrown out in this chapter, or
indeed in any other part of the volume, let me here observe that against the cause of missions in,
the abstract no Christian can possibly be opposed: it is in truth a just and holy cause. But if the
great end proposed by it be spiritual, the agency employed to accomplish that end is purely earthly;
and, although the object in view be the achievement of much good, that agency may nevertheless
be productive of evil. In short, missionary undertaking, however it may blessed of heaven, is in
itself but human; and subject, like everything else, to errors and abuses. And have not errors and
abuses crept into the most sacred places, and may there not be unworthy or incapable missionaries
abroad, as well as ecclesiastics of similar character at home? May not the unworthiness or
incapacity of those who assume apostolic functions upon the remote islands of the sea more easily
escape detection by the world at large than if it were displayed in the heart of a city? An
unwarranted confidence in the sanctity of its apostles—a proneness to regard them as incapable of
guile—and an impatience of the least suspicion to their rectitude as men or Christians, have ever
been prevailing faults in the Church. Nor is this to be wondered at: for subject as Christianity is to
the assaults of unprincipled foes, we are naturally disposed to regard everything like an exposure of
ecclesiastical misconduct as the offspring of malevolence or irreligious feeling. Not even this last
consideration, however shall deter me from the honest expression of my sentiments.
ere is something apparently wrong in the practical operations of the Sandwich IslandsMission. ose who from pure religious motives contribute to the support of this enterprise
should take care to ascertain that their donations, flowing through many devious channels, at last
effect their legitimate object, the conversion of the Hawaiians. I urge this not because I doubt the
moral probity of those who disburse the funds, but because I know that they are not rightly
applied. To read pathetic accounts of missionary hardships, and glowing descriptions of
conversion, and baptisms, taking place beneath palm-trees, is one thing ; and to go to the Sandwich
Islands and see the missionaries dwelling in picturesque and prettily furnished coral-rock villas,
whilst the miserable natives are committing all sorts of immorality around them, is quite another.
In justice to the missionaries, however, I will willingly admit, that where-ever evils may have
resulted from their collective mismanagement of the business of the mission, and from the want of
vital piety evinced by some of their number, still the present deplorable condition of the Sandwich
Islands is by no means wholly chargeable against them. e demoralizing influence of a dissolute
foreign population, and the frequent visits of all descriptions of vessels, have tended not a little to
increase the evils alluded to. In a word, here, as in every case where civilization has in any way been
introduced among those whom we call savages, she has scattered her vices, and withheld her
blessings.
As wise a man as Shakespeare has said, that the bearer of evil tidings hath but a losing office; and
so I suppose will it prove with me, in communicating to the trusting friends of the Hawiian
Mission what has been disclosed in various portions of this narrative. I am persuaded, however,
that as these disclosures will by their very nature attract attention, so they will lead to something
which will not be without ultimate benefit to the cause of Christianity in the Sandwich Islands.
I have but one more thing to add in connection with this subject—those things which I have
stated as facts will remain facts, in spite of whatever the bigoted or incredulous may say or write
against them. My reflections, however, on those facts may not be free from error. If such be the
case, I claim no further indulgence than should be conceded to every man whose object is to do
good.
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the social condition and general character of the typees.
I HAVE already mentioned that the influence exerted over the people of the valley by their chiefs
was mild in the extreme; and as to any general rule or standard of conduct by which the
commonality were governed in their intercourse with each other, so far as my observation
extended, I should be almost tempted to say, that none existed on the island, except, indeed, the
mysterious ‘Taboo’ be considered as such. During the time I lived among the Typees, no one was
ever put upon his trial for any offence against the public. To all appearance there were no courts of
law or equity. ere was no municipal police for the purpose of apprehending vagrants and
disorderly characters. In short, there were no legal provisions whatever for the well-being and
conservation of society, the enlightened end of civilized legislation. And yet everything went on in
the valley with a harmony and smoothness unparalleled, I will venture to assert, in the most select,
refined, and pious associations of mortals in Christendom. How are we to explain this enigma?
ese islanders were heathens! savages! ay, cannibals! and how came they without the aid of
established law, to exhibit, in so eminent a degree, that social order which is the greatest blessing
and highest pride of the social state?
It may reasonably be inquired, how were these people governed? how were their passions
controlled in their everyday transactions? It must have been by an inherent principle of honesty
and charity towards each other. ey seemed to be governed by that sort of tacit common-sense
law which, say what they will of the inborn lawlessness of the human race, has its precepts graven
on every breast. e grand principles of virtue and honour, however they may be distorted by
arbitrary codes, are the same all the world over: and where these principles are concerned, the right
or wrong of any action appears the same to the uncultivated as to the enlightened mind. It is to this
indwelling, this universally diffused perception of what is just and noble, that the integrity of the
Marquesans in their intercourse with each other, is to be attributed. In the darkest nights they slept
securely, with all their worldly wealth around them, in houses the doors of which were never
fastened. The disquieting ideas of theft or assassination never disturbed them.
Each islander reposed beneath his own palmetto thatching, or sat under his own bread-fruit
trees, with none to molest or alarm him. ere was not a padlock in the valley, nor anything that
answered the purpose of one: still there was no community of goods. is long spear, so elegantly
carved, and highly polished, belongs to Wormoonoo: it is far handsomer than the one which old
Marheyo so greatly prizes; it is the most valuable article belonging to its owner. And yet I have
seen it leaning against a cocoanut tree in the grove, and there it was found when sought for. Here is
a sperm-whale tooth, graven all over with cunning devices: it is the property of Karluna; it is the
most precious of the damsel’s ornaments. In her estimation its price is far above rubies—and yet
there hangs the dental jewel by its cord of braided bark, in the girl’s house, which is far back in the
valley; the door is left open, and all the inmates have gone off to bathe in the stream.(7)
So much for the respect in which ‘personal property’ is held in Typee; how secure an investment
of ‘real property’ may be, I cannot take upon me to say. Whether the land of the valley was the
joint property of its inhabitants, or whether it was parcelled out among a certain number of landed
proprietors who allowed everybody to ‘squat’ and ‘poach’ as much as he or she pleased, I never
could ascertain. At any rate, musty parchments and title-deeds there were none on the island; and I
am half inclined to believe that its inhabitants hold their broad valleys in fee simple from Nature
herself; to have and to hold, so long as grass grows and water runs; or until their French visitors, by
a summary mode of conveyancing, shall appropriate them to their own benefit and behoof.
Yesterday I saw Kory-Kory hie him away, armed with a long pole, with which, standing on the
ground, he knocked down the fruit from the topmost boughs of the trees, and brought them home
in his basket of cocoanut leaves. Today I see an islander, whom I know to reside in a distant part ofthe valley, doing the self-same thing. On the sloping bank of the stream are a number of
bananatrees I have oen seen a score or two of young people making a merry foray on the great golden
clusters, and bearing them off, one aer another, to different parts of the vale, shouting and
trampling as they went. No churlish old curmudgeon could have been the owner of that grove of
bread-fruit trees, or of these gloriously yellow bunches of bananas.
From what I have said it will be perceived that there is a vast difference between ‘personal
property’ and ‘real estate’ in the valley of Typee. Some individuals, of course, are more wealthy
than others. For example, the ridge-pole of Marheyo’s house bends under the weight of many a
huge packet of tappa; his long couch is laid with mats placed one upon the other seven deep.
Outside, Tinor has ranged along in her bamboo cupboard—or whatever the place may be called—
a goodly array of calabashes and wooden trenchers. Now, the house just beyond the grove, and next
to Marheyo’s, occupied by Ruaruga, is not quite so well furnished. ere are only three
moderatesized packages swinging overhead: there are only two layers of mats beneath; and the calabashes
and trenchers are not so numerous, nor so tastefully stained and carved. But then, Ruaruga has a
house—not so pretty a one, to be sure—but just as commodious as Marheyo’s; and, I suppose, if he
wished to vie with his neighbour’s establishment, he could do so with very little trouble. ese, in
short, constituted the chief differences perceivable in the relative wealth of the people in Typee.
Civilization does not engross all the virtues of humanity: she has not even her full share of
them. ey flourish in greater abundance and attain greater strength among many barbarous
people. e hospitality of the wild Arab, the courage of the North American Indian, and the
faithful friendship of some of the Polynesian nations, far surpass anything of a similar kind among
the polished communities of Europe. If truth and justice, and the better principles of our nature,
cannot exist unless enforced by the statute-book, how are we to account for the social condition of
the Typees? So pure and upright were they in all the relations of life, that entering their valley, as I
did, under the most erroneous impressions of their character, I was soon led to exclaim in
amazement: ‘Are these the ferocious savages, the blood-thirsty cannibals of whom I have heard
such frightful tales! ey deal more kindly with each other, and are more humane than many who
study essays on virtue and benevolence, and who repeat every night that beautiful prayer breathed
first by the lips of the divine and gentle Jesus.’ I will frankly declare that aer passing a few weeks
in this valley of the Marquesas, I formed a higher estimate of human nature than I had ever before
entertained. But alas! since then I have been one of the crew of a man-of-war, and the pent-up
wickedness of five hundred men has nearly overturned all my previous theories.
There was one admirable trait in the general character of the Typees which, more than anything
else, secured my admiration: it was the unanimity of feeling they displayed on every occasion.
With them there hardly appeared to be any difference of opinion upon any subject whatever. ey
all thought and acted alike. I do not conceive that they could support a debating society for a single
night: there would be nothing to dispute about; and were they to call a convention to take into
consideration the state of the tribe, its session would be a remarkably short one. ey showed this
spirit of unanimity in every action of life; everything was done in concert and good fellowship. I
will give an instance of this fraternal feeling.
One day, in returning with Kory-Kory from my accustomed visit to the Ti, we passed by a little
opening in the grove; on one side of which, my attendant informed me, was that aernoon to be
built a dwelling of bamboo. At least a hundred of the natives were bringing materials to the
ground, some carrying in their hands one or two of the canes which were to form the sides, others
slender rods of the habiscus, strung with palmetto leaves, for the roof. Every one contributed
something to the work; and by the united, but easy, and even indolent, labours of all, the entire
work was completed before sunset. e islanders, while employed in erecting this tenement,
reminded me of a colony of beavers at work. To be sure, they were hardly as silent and demure as
those wonderful creatures, nor were they by any means as diligent. To tell the truth they were
somewhat inclined to be lazy, but a perfect tumult of hilarity prevailed; and they worked together
so unitedly, and seemed actuated by such an instinct of friendliness, that it was truly beautiful to
behold.
Not a single female took part in this employment: and if the degree of consideration in whichthe ever-adorable sex is held by the men be—as the philosophers affirm—a just criterion of the
degree of refinement among a people, then I may truly pronounce the Typees to be as polished a
community as ever the sun shone upon. e religious restrictions of the taboo alone excepted, the
women of the valley were allowed every possible indulgence. Nowhere are the ladies more
assiduously courted; nowhere are they better appreciated as the contributors to our highest
enjoyments; and nowhere are they more sensible of their power. Far different from their condition
among many rude nations, where the women are made to perform all the work while their
ungallant lords and masters lie buried in sloth, the gentle sex in the valley of Typee were exempt
from toil, if toil it might be called that, even in the tropical climate, never distilled one drop of
perspiration. eir light household occupations, together with the manufacture of tappa, the
platting of mats, and the polishing of drinking-vessels, were the only employments pertaining to
the women. And even these resembled those pleasant avocations which fill up the elegant morning
leisure of our fashionable ladies at home. But in these occupations, slight and agreeable though
they were, the giddy young girls very seldom engaged. Indeed these wilful care-killing damsels were
averse to all useful employment.
Like so many spoiled beauties, they ranged through the groves—bathed in the stream—danced
—flirted—played all manner of mischievous pranks, and passed their days in one merry round of
thoughtless happiness.
During my whole stay on the island I never witnessed a single quarrel, nor anything that in the
slightest degree approached even to a dispute. e natives appeared to form one household, whose
members were bound together by the ties of strong affection. e love of kindred I did not so
much perceive, for it seemed blended in the general love; and where all were treated as brothers
and sisters, it was hard to tell who were actually related to each other by blood.
Let it not be supposed that I have overdrawn this picture. I have not done so. Nor let it be urged,
that the hostility of this tribe to foreigners, and the hereditary feuds they carry on against their
fellow-islanders beyond the mountains, are facts which contradict me. Not so; these apparent
discrepancies are easily reconciled. By many a legendary tale of violence and wrong, as well as by
events which have passed before their eyes, these people have been taught to look upon white men
with abhorrence. e cruel invasion of their country by Porter has alone furnished them with
ample provocation; and I can sympathize in the spirit which prompts the Typee warrior to guard
all the passes to his valley with the point of his levelled spear, and, standing upon the beach, with
his back turned upon his green home, to hold at bay the intruding European.
As to the origin of the enmity of this particular clan towards the neighbouring tribes, I cannot
so confidently speak. I will not say that their foes are the aggressors, nor will I endeavour to palliate
their conduct. But surely, if our evil passions must find vent, it is far better to expend them on
strangers and aliens, than in the bosom of the community in which we dwell. In many polished
countries civil contentions, as well as domestic enmities, are prevalent, and the same time that the
most atrocious foreign wars are waged. How much less guilty, then, are our islanders, who of these
three sins are only chargeable with one, and that the least criminal!
e reader will ere long have reason to suspect that the Typees are not free from the guilt of
cannibalism; and he will then, perhaps, charge me with admiring a people against whom so odious
a crime is chargeable. But this only enormity in their character is not half so horrible as it is usually
described. According to the popular fictions, the crews of vessels, shipwrecked on some barbarous
coast, are eaten alive like so many dainty joints by the uncivil inhabitants; and unfortunate
voyagers are lured into smiling and treacherous bays; knocked on the head with outlandish
warclubs; and served up without any prelimary dressing. In truth, so horrific and improbable are these
accounts, that many sensible and well-informed people will not believe that any cannibals exist;
and place every book of voyages which purports to give any account of them, on the same shelf
with Blue Beard and Jack the Giant-Killer. While others, implicitly crediting the most extravagant
fictions, firmly believe that there are people in the world with tastes so depraved that they would
infinitely prefer a single mouthful of material humanity to a good dinner of roast beef and plum
pudding. But here, Truth, who loves to be centrally located, is again found between the two
extremes; for cannibalism to a certain moderate extent is practised among several of the primitivetribes in the Pacific, but it is upon the bodies of slain enemies alone, and horrible and fearful as the
custom is, immeasurably as it is to be abhorred and condemned, still I assert that those who indulge
in it are in other respects humane and virtuous.
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fishing parties—mode of distributing the fish—midnight banquet—time-keeping tapers—
unceremonious style of eating the fish.
THERE was no instance in which the social and kindly dispositions of the Typees were more
forcibly evinced than in the manner the conducted their great fishing parties. Four times during
my stay in the valley the young men assembled near the full of the moon, and went together on
these excursions. As they were generally absent about forty-eight hours, I was led to believe that
they went out towards the open sea, some distance from the bay. e Polynesians seldom use a
hook and line, almost always employing large well-made nets, most ingeniously fabricated from
the twisted fibres of a certain bark. I examined several of them which had been spread to dry upon
the beach at Nukuheva. ey resemble very much our own seines, and I should think they were
nearly as durable.
All the South Sea Islanders are passionately fond of fish; but none of them can be more so than
the inhabitants of Typee. I could not comprehend, therefore, why they so seldom sought it in their
waters, for it was only at stated times that the fishing parties were formed, and these occasions were
always looked forward to with no small degree of interest.
During their absence the whole population of the place were in a ferment, and nothing was
talked of but ‘pehee, pehee’ (fish, fish). Towards the time when they were expected to return the
vocal telegraph was put into operation—the inhabitants, who were scattered throughout the
length of the valley, leaped upon rocks and into trees, shouting with delight at the thoughts of the
anticipated treat. As soon as the approach of the party was announced, there was a general rush of
the men towards the beach; some of them remaining, however, about the Ti in order to get
matters in readiness for the reception of the fish, which were brought to the Taboo Groves in
immense packages of leaves, each one of them being suspended from a pole carried on the
shoulders of two men.
I was present at the Ti on one of these occasions, and the sight was most interesting. Aer all
the packages had arrived, they were laid in a row under the verandah of the building and opened.
e fish were all quite small, generally about the size of a herring, and of every variety. About
one-eighth of the whole being reserved for the use of the Ti itself, the remainder was divided into
numerous smaller packages, which were immediately dispatched in every direction to the remotest
parts of the valley. Arrived at their destination, these were in turn portioned out, and equally
distributed among the various houses of each particular district. e fish were under a strict
Taboo, until the distribution was completed, which seemed to be effected in the most impartial
manner. By the operation of this system every man, woman, and child in the vale, were at one and
the same time partaking of this favourite article of food.
Once I remember the party arrived at midnight; but the unseasonableness of the tour did not
repress the impatience of the islanders. e carriers dispatched from the Ti were to be seen
hurrying in all directions through the deep groves; each individual preceded by a boy bearing a
flaming torch of dried cocoanut boughs, which from time to time was replenished from the
materials scattered along the path. e wild glare of these enormous flambeaux, lighting up with a
startling brilliancy the innermost recesses of the vale, and seen moving rapidly along beneath the
canopy of leaves, the savage shout of the excited messengers sounding the news of their approach,
which was answered on all sides, and the strange appearance of their naked bodies, seen against the
gloomy background, produced altogether an effect upon my mind that I shall long remember.
It was on this same occasion that Kory-Kory awakened me at the dead hour of night, and in a
sort of transport communicated the intelligence contained in the words ‘pehee perni’ (fish come).
As I happened to have been in a remarkably sound and refreshing slumber, I could not imagine
why the information had not been deferred until morning, indeed, I felt very much inclined to flyinto a passion and box my valet’s ears; but on second thoughts I got quietly up, and on going
outside the house was not a little interested by the moving illumination which I beheld.
When old Marheyo received his share of the spoils, immediate preparations were made for a
midnight banquet; calabashes of poee-poee were filled to the brim; green bread-fruit were roasted;
and a huge cake of ‘amar’ was cut up with a sliver of bamboo and laid out on an immense
bananaleaf.
At this supper we were lighted by several of the native tapers, held in the hands of young girls.
ese tapers are most ingeniously made. ere is a nut abounding in the valley, called by the
Typees ‘armor’, closely resembling our common horse-chestnut. e shell is broken, and the
contents extracted whole. Any number of these are strung at pleasure upon the long elastic fibre
that traverses the branches of the cocoanut tree. Some of these tapers are eight or ten feet in
length; but being perfectly flexible, one end is held in a coil, while the other is lighted. e nut
burns with a fitful bluish flame, and the oil that it contains is exhausted in about ten minutes. As
one burns down, the next becomes ignited, and the ashes of the former are knocked into a
cocoanut shell kept for the purpose. is primitive candle requires continual attention, and must
be constantly held in the hand. e person so employed marks the lapse of time by the number of
nuts consumed, which is easily learned by counting the bits of tappa distributed at regular intervals
along the string.
I grieve to state so distressing a fact, but the inhabitants of Typee were in the habit of devouring
fish much in the same way that a civilized being would eat a radish, and without any more previous
preparation. ey eat it raw; scales, bones, gills, and all the inside. e fish is held by the tail, and
the head being introduced into the mouth, the animal disappears with a rapidity that would at first
nearly lead one to imagine it had been launched bodily down the throat.
Raw fish! Shall I ever forget my sensations when I first saw my island beauty devour one. Oh,
heavens! Fayaway, how could you ever have contracted so vile a habit? However, aer the first
shock had subsided, the custom grew less odious in my eyes, and I soon accustomed myself to the
sight. Let no one imagine, however, that the lovely Fayaway was in the habit of swallowing great
vulgar-looking fishes: oh, no; with her beautiful small hand she would clasp a delicate, little,
golden-hued love of a fish and eat it as elegantly and as innocently as though it were a Naples
biscuit. But alas! it was aer all a raw fish; and all I can say is, that Fayaway ate it in a more ladylike
manner than any other girl of the valley.
When at Rome do as the Romans do, I held to be so good a proverb, that being in Typee I made
a point of doing as the Typees did. us I ate poee-poee as they did; I walked about in a garb
striking for its simplicity; and I reposed on a community of couches; besides doing many other
things in conformity with their peculiar habits; but the farthest I ever went in the way of
conformity, was on several occasions to regale myself with raw fish. ese being remarkably
tender, and quite small, the undertaking was not so disagreeable in the main, and aer a few trials I
positively began to relish them; however, I subjected them to a slight operation with a knife
previously to making my repast.
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natural history of the valley—golden lizards—tameness of the birds—mosquitoes—flies
—dogs—a solitary cat—the climate—the cocoanut tree—singular modes of climbing it
—an agile young chief—fearlessness of the children—too-too and the cocoanut tree—
the birds of the valley.
I THINK I must enlighten the reader a little about the natural history of the valley.
Whence, in the name of Count Buffon and Baron Cuvier, came those dogs that I saw in Typee?
Dogs!—Big hairless rats rather; all with smooth, shining speckled hides—fat sides, and very
disagreeable faces. Whence could they have come? at they were not the indigenous production
of the region, I am firmly convinced. Indeed they seemed aware of their being interlopers, looking
fairly ashamed, and always trying to hide themselves in some dark corner. It was plain enough they
did not feel at home in the vale—that they wished themselves well out of it, and back to the ugly
country from which they must have come.
Scurvy curs! they were my abhorrence; I should have liked nothing better than to have been the
death of every one of them. In fact, on one occasion, I intimated the propriety of a canine crusade
to Mehevi; but the benevolent king would not consent to it. He heard me very patiently; but when
I had finished, shook his head, and told me in confidence that they were ‘taboo’.
As for the animal that made the fortune of the ex-lord-mayor Whittington, I shall never forget
the day that I was lying in the house about noon, everybody else being fast asleep; and happening
to raise my eyes, met those of a big black spectral cat, which sat erect in the doorway, looking at me
with its frightful goggling green orbs, like one of those monstrous imps that torment some of
Teniers’ saints! I am one of those unfortunate persons to whom the sight of these animals are, at
any time an insufferable annoyance.
us constitutionally averse to cats in general, the unexpected apparition of this one in
particular utterly confounded me. When I had a little recovered from the fascination of its glance,
I started up; the cat fled, and emboldened by this, I rushed out of the house in pursuit; but it had
disappeared. It was the only time I ever saw one in the valley, and how it got there I cannot
imagine. It is just possible that it might have escaped from one of the ships at Nukuheva. It was in
vain to seek information on the subject from the natives, since none of them had seen the animal,
the appearance of which remains a mystery to me to this day.
Among the few animals which are to be met with in Typee, there was none which I looked
upon with more interest than a beautiful golden-hued species of lizard. It measured perhaps five
inches from head to tail, and was most gracefully proportioned. Numbers of those creatures were
to be seen basking in the sunshine upon the thatching of the houses, and multitudes at all hours of
the day showed their glittering sides as they ran frolicking between the spears of grass or raced in
troops up and down the tall shas of the cocoanut trees. But the remarkable beauty of these little
animals and their lively ways were not their only claims upon my admiration. ey were perfectly
tame and insensible to fear. Frequently, aer seating myself upon the ground in some shady place
during the heat of the day, I would be completely overrun with them. If I brushed one off my arm,
it would leap perhaps into my hair: when I tried to frighten it away by gently pinching its leg, it
would turn for protection to the very hand that attacked it.
e birds are also remarkably tame. If you happened to see one perched upon a branch within
reach of your arm, and advanced towards it, it did not fly away immediately, but waited quietly
looking at you, until you could almost touch it, and then took wing slowly, less alarmed at your
presence, it would seem, than desirous of removing itself from your path. Had salt been less scarce
in the valley than it was, this was the very place to have gone birding with it. I remember that
once, on an uninhabited island of the Gallipagos, a bird alighted on my outstretched arm, while its
mate chirped from an adjoining tree. Its tameness, far from shocking me, as a similar occurrencedid Selkirk, imparted to me the most exquisite thrill of delight I ever experienced, and with
somewhat of the same pleasure did I aerwards behold the birds and lizards of the valley show
their confidence in the kindliness of man.
Among the numerous afflictions which the Europeans have entailed upon some of the natives
of the South Seas, is the accidental introduction among them of that enemy of all repose and
ruffler of even tempers—the Mosquito. At the Sandwich Islands and at two or three of the Society
group, there are now thriving colonies of these insects, who promise ere long to supplant
altogether the aboriginal sand-flies. ey sting, buzz, and torment, from one end of the year to the
other, and by incessantly exasperating the natives materially obstruct the benevolent labours of the
missionaries.
From this grievous visitation, however the Typees are as yet wholly exempt; but its place is
unfortunately in some degree supplied by the occasional presence of a minute species of fly, which,
without stinging, is nevertheless productive of no little annoyance. e tameness of the birds and
lizards is as nothing when compared to the fearless confidence of this insect. He will perch upon
one of your eye-lashes, and go to roost there if you do not disturb him, or force his way through
your hair, or along the cavity of the nostril, till you almost fancy he is resolved to explore the very
brain itself. On one occasion I was so inconsiderate as to yawn while a number of them were
hovering around me. I never repeated the act. Some half-dozen darted into the open apartment,
and began walking about its ceiling ; the sensation was dreadful. I involuntarily closed my mouth,
and the poor creatures being enveloped in inner darkness, must in their consternation have
stumbled over my palate, and been precipitated into the gulf beneath. At any rate, though I
aerwards charitably held my mouth open for at least five minutes, with a view of affording egress
to the stragglers, none of them ever availed themselves of the opportunity.
ere are no wild animals of any kind on the island unless it be decided that the natives
themselves are such. e mountains and the interior present to the eye nothing but silent
solitudes, unbroken by the roar of beasts of prey, and enlivened by few tokens even of minute
animated existence. ere are no venomous reptiles, and no snakes of any description to be found
in any of the valleys.
In a company of Marquesan natives the weather affords no topic of conversation. It can hardly
be said to have any vicissitudes. e rainy season, it is true, brings frequent showers, but they are
intermitting and refreshing. When an islander bound on some expedition rises from his couch in
the morning, he is never solicitous to peep out and see how the sky looks, or ascertain from what
quarter the wind blows. He is always sure of a ‘fine day’, and the promise of a few genial showers
he hails with pleasure. ere is never any of that ‘remarkable weather’ on the islands which from
time immemorial has been experienced in America, and still continues to call forth the wondering
conversational exclamations of its elderly citizens. Nor do there even occur any of those eccentric
meteorological changes which elsewhere surprise us. In the valley of Typee ice-creams would never
be rendered less acceptable by sudden frosts, nor would picnic parties be deferred on account of
inauspicious snowstorms: for there day follows day in one unvarying round of summer and
sunshine, and the whole year is one long tropical month of June just melting into July.
It is this genial climate which causes the cocoanuts to flourish as they do. is invaluable fruit,
brought to perfection by the rich soil of the Marquesas, and home alo on a stately column more
than a hundred feet from the ground, would seem at first almost inaccessible to the simple natives.
Indeed the slender, smooth, and soaring sha, without a single limb or protuberance of any kind
to assist one in mounting it, presents an obstacle only to be overcome by the surprising agility and
ingenuity of the islanders. It might be supposed that their indolence would lead them patiently to
await the period when the ripened nuts, slowly parting from their stems, fall one by one to the
ground. is certainly would be the case, were it not that the young fruit, encased in a so green
husk, with the incipient meat adhering in a jelly-like pellicle to its sides, and containing a bumper
of the most delicious nectar, is what they chiefly prize. ey have at least twenty different terms to
express as many progressive stages in the growth of the nut. Many of them reject the fruit
altogether except at a particular period of its growth, which, incredible as it may appear, they
seemed to me to be able to ascertain within an hour or two. Others are still more capricious intheir tastes; and aer gathering together a heap of the nuts of all ages, and ingeniously tapping
them, will first sip from one and then from another, as fastidiously as some delicate wine-bibber
experimenting glass in hand among his dusty demi-johns of different vintages.
Some of the young men, with more flexible frames than their comrades, and perhaps with more
courageous souls, had a way of walking up the trunk of the cocoanut trees which to me seemed
little less than miraculous; and when looking at them in the act, I experienced that curious
perplexity a child feels when he beholds a fly moving feet uppermost along a ceiling.
I will endeavour to describe the way in which Narnee, a noble young chief, sometimes
performed this feat for my peculiar gratification; but his preliminary performances must also be
recorded. Upon my signifying my desire that he should pluck me the young fruit of some
particular tree, the handsome savage, throwing himself into a sudden attitude of surprise, feigns
astonishment at the apparent absurdity of the request. Maintaining this position for a moment, the
strange emotions depicted on his countenance soen down into one of humorous resignation to
my will, and then looking wistfully up to the tued top of the tree, he stands on tip-toe, straining
his neck and elevating his arm, as though endeavouring to reach the fruit from the ground where
he stands. As if defeated in this childish attempt, he now sinks to the earth despondingly, beating
his breast in well-acted despair; and then, starting to his feet all at once, and throwing back his
head, raises both hands, like a school-boy about to catch a falling ball. Aer continuing this for a
moment or two, as if in expectation that the fruit was going to be tossed down to him by some
good spirit in the tree-top, he turns wildly round in another fit of despair, and scampers off to the
distance of thirty or forty yards. Here he remains awhile, eyeing the tree, the very picture of
misery; but the next moment, receiving, as it were, a flash of inspiration, he rushes again towards
it, and clasping both arms about the trunk, with one elevated a little above the other, he presses the
soles of his feet close together against the tree, extending his legs from it until they are nearly
horizontal, and his body becomes doubled into an arch; then, hand over hand and foot over foot,
he rises from the earth with steady rapidity, and almost before you are aware of it, has gained the
cradled and embowered nest of nuts, and with boisterous glee flings the fruit to the ground.
is mode of walking the tree is only practicable where the trunk declines considerably from
the perpendicular. is, however, is almost always the case; some of the perfectly straight shas of
the trees leaning at an angle of thirty degrees.
e less active among the men, and many of the children of the valley have another method of
climbing. ey take a broad and stout piece of bark, and secure each end of it to their ankles, so
that when the feet thus confined are extended apart, a space of little more than twelve inches is le
between them. is contrivance greatly facilitates the act of climbing. e band pressed against
the tree, and closely embracing it, yields a pretty firm support; while with the arms clasped about
the trunk, and at regular intervals sustaining the body, the feet are drawn up nearly a yard at a time,
and a corresponding elevation of the hands immediately succeeds. In this way I have seen little
children, scarcely five years of age, fearlessly climbing the slender pole of a young cocoanut tree,
and while hanging perhaps fiy feet from the ground, receiving the plaudits of their parents
beneath, who clapped their hands, and encouraged them to mount still higher.
What, thought I, on first witnessing one of these exhibitions, would the nervous mothers of
America and England say to a similar display of hardihood in any of their children? e
Lacedemonian nation might have approved of it, but most modern dames would have gone into
hysterics at the sight.
At the top of the cocoanut tree the numerous branches, radiating on all sides from a common
centre, form a sort of green and waving basket, between the leaflets of which you just discern the
nuts thickly clustering together, and on the loier trees looking no bigger from the ground than
bunches of grapes. I remember one adventurous little fellow—Too-Too was the rascal’s name—
who had built himself a sort of aerial baby-house in the picturesque tu of a tree adjoining
Marheyo’s habitation. He used to spend hours there,—rustling among the branches, and shouting
with delight every time the strong gusts of wind rushing down from the mountain side, swayed to
and fro the tall and flexible column on which he was perched. Whenever I heard Too-Too’s
musical voice sounding strangely to the ear from so great a height, and beheld him peeping downupon me from out his leafy covert, he always recalled to my mind Dibdin’s lines—
There’s a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft,
To look out for the life of poor Jack.’
Birds—bright and beautiful birds—fly over the valley of Typee. You see them perched alo
among the immovable boughs of the majestic bread-fruit trees, or gently swaying on the elastic
branches of the Omoo; skimming over the palmetto thatching of the bamboo huts; passing like
spirits on the wing through the shadows of the grove, and sometimes descending into the bosom of
the valley in gleaming flights from the mountains. eir plumage is purple and azure, crimson and
white, black and gold; with bills of every tint: bright bloody red, jet black, and ivory white, and
their eyes are bright and sparkling ; they go sailing through the air in starry throngs; but, alas! the
spell of dumbness is upon them all—there is not a single warbler in the valley!
I know not why it was, but the sight of these birds, generally the ministers of gladness, always
oppressed me with melancholy. As in their dumb beauty they hovered by me whilst I was walking,
or looked down upon me with steady curious eyes from out the foliage, I was almost inclined to
fancy that they knew they were gazing upon a stranger, and that they commiserated his fate.
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a professor of the fine arts—his persecutions—something about tattooing and tabooing
—two anecdotes in illustration of the latter—a few thoughts on the typee dialect.
IN one of my strolls with Kory-Kory, in passing along the border of a thick growth of bushes, my
attention was arrested by a singular noise. On entering the thicket I witnessed for the first time the
operation of tattooing as performed by these islanders.
I beheld a man extended flat upon his back on the ground, and, despite the forced composure of
his countenance, it was evident that he was suffering agony. His tormentor bent over him,
working away for all the world like a stone-cutter with mallet and chisel. In one hand he held a
short slender stick, pointed with a shark’s tooth, on the upright end of which he tapped with a
small hammer-like piece of wood, thus puncturing the skin, and charging it with the colouring
matter in which the instrument was dipped. A cocoanut shell containing this fluid was placed
upon the ground. It is prepared by mixing with a vegetable juice the ashes of the ‘armor’, or
candlenut, always preserved for the purpose. Beside the savage, and spread out upon a piece of soiled
tappa, were a great number of curious black-looking little implements of bone and wood, used in
the various divisions of his art. A few terminated in a single fine point, and, like very delicate
pencils, were employed in giving the finishing touches, or in operating upon the more sensitive
portions of the body, as was the case in the present instance. Others presented several points
distributed in a line, somewhat resembling the teeth of a saw. ese were employed in the coarser
parts of the work, and particularly in pricking in straight marks. Some presented their points
disposed in small figures, and being placed upon the body, were, by a single blow of the hammer,
made to leave their indelible impression. I observed a few the handles of which were mysteriously
curved, as if intended to be introduced into the orifice of the ear, with a view perhaps of beating
the tattoo upon the tympanum. Altogether the sight of these strange instruments recalled to mind
that display of cruel-looking mother-of-pearl-handled things which one sees in their velvet-lined
cases at the elbow of a dentist.
e artist was not at this time engaged on an original sketch, his subject being a venerable
savage, whose tattooing had become somewhat faded with age and needed a few repairs, and
accordingly he was merely employed in touching up the works of some of the old masters of the
Typee school, as delineated upon the human canvas before him. e parts operated upon were the
eyelids, where a longitudinal streak, like the one which adorned Kory-Kory, crossed the
countenance of the victim.
In spite of all the efforts of the poor old man, sundry twitchings and screwings of the muscles of
the face denoted the exquisite sensibility of these shutters to the windows of his soul, which he was
now having repainted. But the artist, with a heart as callous as that of an army surgeon, continued
his performance, enlivening his labours with a wild chant, tapping away the while as merrily as a
woodpecker.
So deeply engaged was he in his work, that he had not observed our approach, until, aer
having, enjoyed an unmolested view of the operation, I chose to attract his attention. As soon as he
perceived me, supposing that I sought him in his professional capacity, he seized hold of me in a
paroxysm of delight, and was an eagerness to begin the work. When, however, I gave him to
understand that he had altogether mistaken my views, nothing could exceed his grief and
disappointment. But recovering from this, he seemed determined not to credit my assertion, and
grasping his implements, he flourished them about in fearful vicinity to my face, going through an
imaginary performance of his art, and every moment bursting into some admiring exclamation at
the beauty of his designs.
Horrified at the bare thought of being rendered hideous for life if the wretch were to execute his
purpose upon me, I struggled to get away from him, while Kory-Kory, turning traitor, stood by,and besought me to comply with the outrageous request. On my reiterated refusals the excited
artist got half beside himself, and was overwhelmed with sorrow at losing so noble an opportunity
of distinguishing himself in his profession.
e idea of engraing his tattooing upon my white skin filled him with all a painter’s
enthusiasm; again and again he gazed into my countenance, and every fresh glimpse seemed to add
to the vehemence of his ambition. Not knowing to what extremities he might proceed, and
shuddering at the ruin he might inflict upon my figure-head, I now endeavoured to draw off his
attention from it, and holding out my arm in a fit of desperation, signed to him to commence
operations. But he rejected the compromise indignantly, and still continued his attack on my face,
as though nothing short of that would satisfy him. When his forefinger swept across my features,
in laying out the borders of those parallel bands which were to encircle my countenance, the flesh
fairly crawled upon my bones. At last, half wild with terror and indignation, I succeeded in
breaking away from the three savages, and fled towards old Marheyo’s house, pursued by the
indomitable artist, who ran aer me, implements in hand. Kory-Kory, however, at last interfered
and drew him off from the chase.
is incident opened my eyes to a new danger; and I now felt convinced that in some luckless
hour I should be disfigured in such a manner as never more to have the face to return to my
countrymen, even should an opportunity offer.
ese apprehensions were greatly increased by the desire which King Mehevi and several of the
inferior chiefs now manifested that I should be tattooed. e pleasure of the king was first
signified to me some three days aer my casual encounter with Karky the artist. Heavens! what
imprecations I showered upon that Karky. Doubtless he had plotted a conspiracy against me and
my countenance, and would never rest until his diabolical purpose was accomplished. Several times
I met him in various parts of the valley, and, invariably, whenever he descried me, he came
running aer me with his mallet and chisel, flourishing them about my face as if he longed to
begin. What an object he would have made of me!
When the king first expressed his wish to me, I made known to him my utter abhorrence of the
measure, and worked myself into such a state of excitement, that he absolutely stared at me in
amazement. It evidently surpassed his majesty’s comprehension how any sober-minded and
sensible individual could entertain the least possible objection to so beautifying an operation.
Soon aerwards he repeated his suggestion, and meeting with a little repulse, showed some
symptoms of displeasure at my obduracy. On his a third time renewing his request, I plainly
perceived that something must be done, or my visage was ruined for ever; I therefore screwed up
my courage to the sticking point, and declared my willingness to have both arms tattooed from just
above the wrist to the shoulder. His majesty was greatly pleased at the proposition, and I was
congratulating myself with having thus compromised the matter, when he intimated that as a
thing of course my face was first to undergo the operation. I was fairly driven to despair; nothing
but the utter ruin of my ‘face divine’, as the poets call it, would, I perceived, satisfy the inexorable
Mehevi and his chiefs, or rather, that infernal Karky, for he was at the bottom of it all.
e only consolation afforded me was a choice of patterns: I was at perfect liberty to have my
face spanned by three horizontal bars, aer the fashion of my serving-man’s; or to have as many
oblique stripes slanting across it; or if, like a true courtier, I chose to model my style on that of
royalty, I might wear a sort of freemason badge upon my countenance in the shape of a mystic
triangle. However, I would have none of these, though the king most earnestly impressed upon my
mind that my choice was wholly unrestricted. At last, seeing my unconquerable repugnance, he
ceased to importune me.
But not so some other of the savages. Hardly a day passed but I was subjected to their annoying
requests, until at last my existence became a burden to me; the pleasures I had previously enjoyed
no longer afforded me delight, and all my former desire to escape from the valley now revived with
additional force.
A fact which I soon aerwards learned augmented my apprehension. e whole system of
tattooing was, I found, connected with their religion; and it was evident, therefore, that they were
resolved to make a convert of me.In the decoration of the chiefs it seems to be necessary to exercise the most elaborate pencilling ;
while some of the inferior natives looked as if they had been daubed over indiscriminately with a
house-painter’s brush. I remember one fellow who prided himself hugely upon a great oblong
patch, placed high upon his back, and who always reminded me of a man with a blister of Spanish
flies, stuck between his shoulders. Another whom I frequently met had the hollow of his eyes
tattooed in two regular squares and his visual organs being remarkably brilliant, they gleamed forth
from out this setting like a couple of diamonds inserted in ebony.
Although convinced that tattooing was a religious observance, still the nature of the connection
between it and the superstitious idolatry of the people was a point upon which I could never obtain
any information. Like the still more important system of the ‘Taboo’, it always appeared
inexplicable to me.
ere is a marked similarity, almost an identity, between the religious institutions of most of
the Polynesian islands, and in all exists the mysterious ‘Taboo’, restricted in its uses to a greater or
less extent. So strange and complex in its arrangements is this remarkable system, that I have in
several cases met with individuals who, after residing for years among the islands in the Pacific, and
acquiring a considerable knowledge of the language, have nevertheless been altogether unable to
give any satisfactory account of its operations. Situated as I was in the Typee valley, I perceived
every hour the effects of this all-controlling power, without in the least comprehending it. ose
effects were, indeed, wide-spread and universal, pervading the most important as well as the
minutest transactions of life. e savage, in short, lives in the continual observance of its dictates,
which guide and control every action of his being.
For several days aer entering the valley I had been saluted at least fiy times in the twenty-four
hours with the talismanic word ‘Taboo’ shrieked in my ears, at some gross violation of its
provisions, of which I had unconsciously been guilty. e day aer our arrival I happened to hand
some tobacco to Toby over the head of a native who sat between us. He started up, as if stung by an
adder; while the whole company, manifesting an equal degree of horror, simultaneously screamed
out ‘Taboo!’ I never again perpetrated a similar piece of ill-manners, which, indeed, was forbidden
by the canons of good breeding, as well as by the mandates of the taboo. But it was not always so
easy to perceive wherein you had contravened the spirit of this institution. I was many times called
to order, if I may use the phrase, when I could not for the life of me conjecture what particular
offence I had committed.
One day I was strolling through a secluded portion of the valley, and hearing the musical sound
of the cloth-mallet at a little distance, I turned down a path that conducted me in a few moments
to a house where there were some half-dozen girls employed in making tappa. is was an
operation I had frequently witnessed, and had handled the bark in all the various stages of its
preparation. On the present occasion the females were intent upon their occupation, and aer
looking up and talking gaily to me for a few moments, they resumed their employment. I regarded
them for a while in silence, and then carelessly picking up a handful of the material that lay
around, proceeded unconsciously to pick it apart. While thus engaged, I was suddenly startled by a
scream, like that of a whole boarding-school of young ladies just on the point of going into
hysterics. Leaping up with the idea of seeing a score of Happar warriors about to perform anew the
Sabine atrocity, I found myself confronted by the company of girls, who, having dropped their
work, stood before me with starting eyes, swelling bosoms, and fingers pointed in horror towards
me.
inking that some venomous reptile must be concealed in the bark which I held in my hand, I
began cautiously to separate and examine it. Whilst I did so the horrified girls re-doubled their
shrieks. eir wild cries and frightened motions actually alarmed me, and throwing down the
tappa, I was about to rush from the house, when in the same instant their clamours ceased, and one
of them, seizing me by the arm, pointed to the broken fibres that had just fallen from my grasp,
and screamed in my ears the fatal word Taboo!
I subsequently found out that the fabric they were engaged in making was of a peculiar kind,
destined to be worn on the heads of the females, and through every stage of its manufacture was
guarded by a rigorous taboo, which interdicted the whole masculine gender from even so much astouching it.
Frequently in walking through the groves I observed bread-fruit and cocoanut trees, with a
wreath of leaves twined in a peculiar fashion about their trunks. is was the mark of the taboo.
e trees themselves, their fruit, and even the shadows they cast upon the ground, were
consecrated by its presence. In the same way a pipe, which the king had bestowed upon me, was
rendered sacred in the eyes of the natives, none of whom could I ever prevail upon to smoke from
it. e bowl was encircled by a woven band of grass, somewhat resembling those Turks’ heads
occasionally worked in the handles of our whip-stalks.
A similar badge was once braided about my wrist by the royal hand of Mehevi himself, who, as
soon as he had concluded the operation, pronounced me ‘Taboo’. is occurred shortly aer
Toby’s disappearance; and, were it not that from the first moment I had entered the valley the
natives had treated me with uniform kindness, I should have supposed that their conduct
afterwards was to be ascribed to the fact that I had received this sacred investiture.
e capricious operations of the taboo are not its least remarkable feature: to enumerate them
all would be impossible. Black hogs—infants to a certain age—women in an interesting situation
—young men while the operation of tattooing their faces is going on—and certain parts of the
valley during the continuance of a shower—are alike fenced about by the operation of the taboo.
I witnessed a striking instance of its effects in the bay of Tior, my visit to which place has been
alluded to in a former part of this narrative. On that occasion our worthy captain formed one of
the party. He was a most insatiable sportsman. Outward bound, and off the pitch of Cape Horn,
he used to sit on the taffrail, and keep the steward loading three or four old fowling pieces, with
which he would bring down albatrosses, Cape pigeons, jays, petrels, and divers other marine fowl,
who followed chattering in our wake. e sailors were struck aghast at his impiety, and one and all
attributed our forty days’ beating about that horrid headland to his sacrilegious slaughter of these
inoffensive birds.
At Tior he evinced the same disregard for the religious prejudices of the islanders, as he had
previously shown for the superstitions of the sailors. Having heard that there were a considerable
number of fowls in the valley the progeny of some cocks and hens accidentally le there by an
English vessel, and which, being strictly tabooed, flew about almost in a wild state—he determined
to break through all restraints, and be the death of them. Accordingly, he provided himself with a
most formidable looking gun, and announced his landing on the beach by shooting down a noble
cock that was crowing what proved to be his own funeral dirge, on the limb of an adjoining tree.
‘Taboo’, shrieked the affrighted savages. ‘Oh, hang your taboo,’ says the nautical sportsman; ‘talk
taboo to the marines’; and bang went the piece again, and down came another victim. At this the
natives ran scampering through the groves, horror-struck at the enormity of the act.
All that aernoon the rocky sides of the valley rang with successive reports, and the superb
plumage of many a beautiful fowl was ruffled by the fatal bullet. Had it not been that the French
admiral, with a large party, was then in the glen, I have no doubt that the natives, although their
tribe was small and dispirited, would have inflicted summary vengeance upon the man who thus
outraged their most sacred institutions; as it was, they contrived to annoy him not a little.
irsting with his exertions, the skipper directed his steps to a stream; but the savages, who had
followed at a little distance, perceiving his object, rushed towards him and forced him away from
its bank—his lips would have polluted it. Wearied at last, he sought to enter a house that he might
rest for a while on the mats; its inmates gathered tumultuously about the door and denied him
admittance. He coaxed and blustered by turns, but in vain; the natives were neither to be
intimidated nor appeased, and as a final resort he was obliged to call together his boat’s crew, and
pull away from what he termed the most infernal place he ever stepped upon.
Lucky was it for him and for us that we were not honoured on our departure by a salute of
stones from the hands of the exasperated Tiors. In this way, on the neighbouring island of Ropo,
were killed, but a few weeks previously, and for a nearly similar offence, the master and three of
the crew of the K——.
I cannot determine with anything approaching to certainty, what power it is that imposes the
taboo. When I consider the slight disparity of condition among the islanders—the very limitedand inconsiderable prerogatives of the king and chiefs—and the loose and indefinite functions of
the priesthood, most of whom were hardly to be distinguished from the rest of their countrymen, I
am wholly at a loss where to look for the authority which regulates this potent institution. It is
imposed upon something today, and withdrawn tomorrow; while its operations in other cases are
perpetual. Sometimes its restrictions only affect a single individual—sometimes a particular family
—sometimes a whole tribe; and in a few instances they extend not merely over the various clans on
a single island, but over all the inhabitants of an entire group. In illustration of this latter
peculiarity, I may cite the law which forbids a female to enter a canoe—a prohibition which
prevails upon all the northern Marquesas Islands.
e word itself (taboo) is used in more than one signification. It is sometimes used by a parent
to his child, when in the exercise of parental authority he forbids it to perform a particular action.
Anything opposed to the ordinary customs of the islanders, although not expressly prohibited, is
said to be ‘taboo’.
e Typee language is one very difficult to be acquired; it bears a close resemblance to the other
Polynesian dialects, all of which show a common origin. e duplication of words, as ‘lumee
lumee’, ‘poee poee’, ‘muee muee’, is one of their peculiar features. But another, and a more
annoying one, is the different senses in which one and the same word is employed; its various
meanings all have a certain connection, which only makes the matter more puzzling. So one brisk,
lively little word is obliged, like a servant in a poor family, to perform all sorts of duties; for
instance, one particular combination of syllables expresses the ideas of sleep, rest, reclining, sitting,
leaning, and all other things anywise analogous thereto, the particular meaning being shown
chiefly by a variety of gestures and the eloquent expression of the countenance.
e intricacy of these dialects is another peculiarity. In the Missionary College at Lahainaluna,
on Mowee, one of the Sandwich Islands, I saw a tabular exhibition of a Hawiian verb, conjugated
through all its moods and tenses. It covered the side of a considerable apartment, and I doubt
whether Sir William Jones himself would not have despaired of mastering it.
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strange custom of the islanders—their chanting, and the peculiarity of their voice—
rapture of the king at first hearing a song—a new dignity conferred on the author—
musical instruments in the valley—admiration of the savages at beholding a pugilistic
performance—swimming infant—beautiful tresses of the girls—ointment for the hair.
SADLY discursive as I have already been, I must still further entreat the reader’s patience, as I am
about to string together, without any attempt at order, a few odds and ends of things not hitherto
mentioned, but which are either curious in themselves or peculiar to the Typees.
ere was one singular custom observed in old Marheyo’s domestic establishment, which oen
excited my surprise. Every night, before retiring, the inmates of the house gathered together on the
mats, and so squatting upon their haunches, aer the universal practice of these islanders, would
commence a low, dismal and monotonous chant, accompanying the voice with the instrumental
melody produced by two small half-rotten sticks tapped slowly together, a pair of which were held
in the hands of each person present. us would they employ themselves for an hour or two,
sometimes longer. Lying in the gloom which wrapped the further end of the house, I could not
avoid looking at them, although the spectacle suggested nothing but unpleasant reflection. e
flickering rays of the ‘armor’ nut just served to reveal their savage lineaments, without dispelling
the darkness that hovered about them.
Sometimes when, aer falling into a kind of doze, and awaking suddenly in the midst of these
doleful chantings, my eye would fall upon the wild-looking group engaged in their strange
occupation, with their naked tattooed limbs, and shaven heads disposed in a circle, I was almost
tempted to believe that I gazed upon a set of evil beings in the act of working at a frightful
incantation.
What was the meaning or purpose of this custom, whether it was practiced merely as a
diversion, or whether it was a religious exercise, a sort of family prayers, I never could discover.
e sounds produced by the natives on these occasions were of a most singular description; and
had I not actually been present, I never would have believed that such curious noises could have
been produced by human beings.
To savages generally is imputed a guttural articulation. is however, is not always the case,
especially among the inhabitants of the Polynesian Archipelago. e labial melody with which the
Typee girls carry on an ordinary conversation, giving a musical prolongation to the final syllable of
every sentence, and chirping out some of the words with a liquid, bird-like accent, was singularly
pleasing.
e men however, are not quite so harmonious in their utterance, and when excited upon any
subject, would work themselves up into a sort of wordy paroxysm, during which all descriptions of
rough-sided sounds were projected from their mouths, with a force and rapidity which was
absolutely astonishing.
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Although these savages are remarkably fond of chanting, still they appear to have no idea
whatever of singing, at least as the art is practised in other nations.
I shall never forget the first time I happened to roar out a stave in the presence of noble Mehevi.
It was a stanza from the ‘Bavarian broom-seller’. His Typeean majesty, with all his court, gazed
upon me in amazement, as if I had displayed some preternatural faculty which Heaven had denied
to them. e King was delighted with the verse; but the chorus fairly transported him. At his
solicitation I sang it again and again, and nothing could be more ludicrous than his vain attempts
to catch the air and the words. e royal savage seemed to think that by screwing all the features of
his face into the end of his nose he might possibly succeed in the undertaking, but it failed toanswer the purpose; and in the end he gave it up, and consoled himself by listening to my
repetition of the sounds fifty times over.
Previous to Mehevi’s making the discovery, I had never been aware that there was anything of
the nightingale about me; but I was now promoted to the place of court-minstrel, in which
capacity I was afterwards perpetually called upon to officiate.
* * * * *
Besides the sticks and the drums, there are no other musical instruments among the Typees,
except one which might appropriately be denominated a nasal flute. It is somewhat longer than an
ordinary fife; is made of a beautiful scarlet-coloured reed; and has four or five stops, with a large
hole near one end, which latter is held just beneath the le nostril. e other nostril being closed
by a peculiar movement of the muscles about the nose, the breath is forced into the tube, and
produces a so dulcet sound which is varied by the fingers running at random over the stops. is
is a favourite recreation with the females and one in which Fayaway greatly excelled. Awkward as
such an instrument may appear, it was, in Fayaway’s delicate little hands, one of the most graceful I
have ever seen. A young lady, in the act of tormenting a guitar strung about her neck by a couple of
yards of blue ribbon, is not half so engaging.
* * * * *
Singing was not the only means I possessed of diverting the royal Mehevi and his easy-going
subject. Nothing afforded them more pleasure than to see me go through the attitude of pugilistic
encounter. As not one of the natives had soul enough in him to stand up like a man, and allow me
to hammer away at him, for my own personal gratification and that of the king, I was necessitated
to fight with an imaginary enemy, whom I invariably made to knock under to my superior
prowess. Sometimes when this sorely battered shadow retreated precipitately towards a group of
the savages, and, following him up, I rushed among them dealing my blows right and le, they
would disperse in all directions much to the enjoyment of Mehevi, the chiefs, and themselves.
e noble art of self-defence appeared to be regarded by them as the peculiar gi of the white
man; and I make little doubt that they supposed armies of Europeans were drawn up provided with
nothing else but bony fists and stout hearts, with which they set to in column, and pummelled one
another at the word of command.
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One day, in company with Kory-Kory, I had repaired to the stream for the purpose of bathing,
when I observed a woman sitting upon a rock in the midst of the current, and watching with the
liveliest interest the gambols of something, which at first I took to be an uncommonly large species
of frog that was sporting in the water near her. Attracted by the novelty of the sight, I waded
towards the spot where she sat, and could hardly credit the evidence of my senses when I beheld a
little infant, the period of whose birth could not have extended back many days, paddling about as
if it had just risen to the surface, aer being hatched into existence at the bottom. Occasionally, the
delighted parent reached out her hand towards it, when the little thing, uttering a faint cry, and
striking out its tiny limbs, would sidle for the rock, and the next moment be clasped to its mother’s
bosom. is was repeated again and again, the baby remaining in the stream about a minute at a
time. Once or twice it made wry faces at swallowing a mouthful of water, and choked a spluttered
as if on the point of strangling. At such times however, the mother snatched it up and by a process
scarcely to be mentioned obliged it to eject the fluid. For several weeks aerwards I observed this
woman bringing her child down to the stream regularly every day, in the cool of the morning and
evening and treating it to a bath. No wonder that the South Sea Islanders are so amphibious a race,
when they are thus launched into the water as soon as they see the light. I am convinced that it is as
natural for a human being to swim as it is for a duck. And yet in civilized communities how many
able-bodied individuals die, like so many drowning kittens, from the occurrence of the most trivial
accidents!
* * * * *e long luxuriant and glossy tresses of the Typee damsels oen 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.
e Typee girls devote much of their time to the dressing of their fair and redundant locks.
Aer bathing, as they sometimes do five or six times every day, the hair is carefully dried, and if
they have been in the sea, invariably washed in fresh water, and anointed with a highly scented oil
extracted from the meat of the cocoanut. is oil is obtained in great abundance by the following
very simple process:
A large vessel of wood, with holes perforated in the bottom, is filled with the pounded meat,
and exposed to the rays of the sun. As the oleaginous matter exudes, it falls in drops through the
apertures into a wide-mouthed calabash placed underneath. Aer a sufficient quantity has thus
been collected, the oil undergoes a purifying process, and is then poured into the small spherical
shells of the nuts of the moo-tree, which are hollowed out to receive it. ese nuts are then
hermetically sealed with a resinous gum, and the vegetable fragrance of their green rind soon
imparts to the oil a delightful odour. Aer the lapse of a few weeks the exterior shell of the nuts
becomes quite dry and hard, and assumes a beautiful carnation tint; and when opened they are
found to be about two-thirds full of an ointment of a light yellow colour and diffusing the sweetest
perfume. is elegant little odorous globe would not be out of place even upon the toilette of a
queen. Its merits as a preparation for the hair are undeniable—it imparts to it a superb gloss and a
silky fineness.
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apprehensions of evil—frightful discovery—some remarks on cannibalism—second battle
with the happars—savage spectacle—mysterious feast—subsequent disclosures.
FROM the time of my casual encounter with Karky the artist, my life was one of absolute
wretchedness. Not a day passed but I was persecuted by the solicitations of some of the natives to
subject myself to the odious operation of tattooing. eir importunities drove me half wild, for I
felt how easily they might work their will upon me regarding this or anything else which they took
into their heads. Still, however, the behaviour of the islanders towards me was as kind as ever.
Fayaway was quite as engaging ; Kory-Kory as devoted; and Mehevi the king just as gracious and
condescending as before. But I had now been three months in their valley, as nearly as I could
estimate; I had grown familiar with the narrow limits to which my wandering had been confined;
and I began bitterly to feel the state of captivity in which I was held. ere was no one with whom
I could freely converse; no one to whom I could communicate my thoughts; no one who could
sympathize with my sufferings. A thousand times I thought how much more endurable would
have been my lot had Toby still been with me. But I was le alone, and the thought was terrible to
me. Still, despite my griefs, I did all in my power to appear composed and cheerful, well knowing
that by manifesting any uneasiness, or any desire to escape, I should only frustrate my object.
It was during the period I was in this unhappy frame of mind that the painful malady under
which I had been labouring—aer having almost completely subsided—began again to show itself,
and with symptoms as violent as ever. is added calamity nearly unmanned me; the recurrence of
the complaint proved that without powerful remedial applications all hope of cure was futile; and
when I reflected that just beyond the elevations, which bound me in, was the medical relief I
needed, and that although so near, it was impossible for me to avail myself of it, the thought was
misery.
In this wretched situation, every circumstance which evinced the savage nature of the beings at
whose mercy I was, augmented the fearful apprehensions that consumed me. An occurrence which
happened about this time affected me most powerfully.
I have already mentioned that from the ridge-pole of Marheyo’s house were suspended a
number of packages enveloped in tappa. Many of these I had oen seen in the hands of the natives,
and their contents had been examined in my presence. But there were three packages hanging very
nearly over the place where I lay, which from their remarkable appearance had oen excited my
curiosity. Several times I had asked Kory-Kory to show me their contents, but my servitor, who, in
almost every other particular had acceded to my wishes, refused to gratify me in this.
One day, returning unexpectedly from the ‘Ti’, my arrival seemed to throw the inmates of the
house into the greatest confusion. ey were seated together on the mats, and by the lines which
extended from the roof to the floor I immediately perceived that the mysterious packages were for
some purpose or another under inspection. e evident alarm the savages betrayed filled me with
forebodings of evil, and with an uncontrollable desire to penetrate the secret so jealously guarded.
Despite the efforts of Marheyo and Kory-Kory to restrain me, I forced my way into the midst of
the circle, and just caught a glimpse of three human heads, which others of the party were
hurriedly enveloping in the coverings from which they had been taken.
One of the three I distinctly saw. It was in a state of perfect preservation, and from the slight
glimpse I had of it, seemed to have been subjected to some smoking operation which had reduced
it to the dry, hard, and mummy-like appearance it presented. e two long scalp locks were
twisted up into balls upon the crown of the head in the same way that the individual had worn
them during life. e sunken cheeks were rendered yet more ghastly by the rows of glistening
teeth which protruded from between the lips, while the sockets of the eyes—filled with oval bits of
mother-of-pearl shell, with a black spot in the centre—heightened the hideousness of its aspect.Two of the three were heads of the islanders; but the third, to my horror, was that of a white
man. Although it had been quickly removed from my sight, still the glimpse I had of it was
enough to convince me that I could not be mistaken.
Gracious God! what dreadful thoughts entered my head; in solving this mystery perhaps I had
solved another, and the fate of my lost companion might be revealed in the shocking spectacle I
had just witnessed. I longed to have torn off the folds of cloth and satisfied the awful doubts under
which I laboured. But before I had recovered from the consternation into which I had been
thrown, the fatal packages were hoisted alo, and once more swung over my head. e natives
now gathered round me tumultuously, and laboured to convince me that what I had just seen were
the heads of three Happar warriors, who had been slain in battle. is glaring falsehood added to
my alarm, and it was not until I reflected that I had observed the packages swinging from their
elevation before Toby’s disappearance, that I could at all recover my composure.
But although this horrible apprehension had been dispelled, I had discovered enough to fill me,
in my present state of mind, with the most bitter reflections. It was plain that I had seen the last
relic of some unfortunate wretch, who must have been massacred on the beach by the savages, in
one of those perilous trading adventures which I have before described.
It was not, however, alone the murder of the stranger that overcame me with gloom. I
shuddered at the idea of the subsequent fate his inanimate body might have met with. Was the
same doom reserved for me? Was I destined to perish like him—like him perhaps, to be devoured
and my head to be preserved as a fearful memento of the events? My imagination ran riot in these
horrid speculations, and I felt certain that the worst possible evils would befall me. But whatever
were my misgivings, I studiously concealed them from the islanders, as well as the full extent of the
discovery I had made.
Although the assurances which the Typees had oen given me, that they never eat human flesh,
had not convinced me that such was the case, yet, having been so long a time in the valley without
witnessing anything which indicated the existence of the practice, I began to hope that it was an
event of very rare occurrence, and that I should be spared the horror of witnessing it during my
stay among them: but, alas, these hopes were soon destroyed.
It is a singular fact, that in all our accounts of cannibal tribes we have seldom received the
testimony of an eye-witness account to this revolting practice. e horrible conclusion has almost
always been derived from the second-hand evidence of Europeans, or else from the admissions of
the savages themselves, aer they have in some degree become civilized. e Polynesians are aware
of the detestation in which Europeans hold this custom, and therefore invariably deny its
existence, and with the craft peculiar to savages, endeavour to conceal every trace of it.
e excessive unwillingness betrayed by the Sandwich Islanders, even at the present day, to
allude to the unhappy fate of Cook, has oen been remarked. And so well have they succeeded in
covering the event with mystery, that to this very hour, despite all that has been said and written
on the subject, it still remains doubtful whether they wreaked upon his murdered body the
vengeance they sometimes inflicted upon their enemies.
At Kealakekau, the scene of that tragedy, a strip of ship’s copper nailed against an upright post
in the ground used to inform the traveller that beneath reposed the ‘remains’ of the great
circumnavigator. But I am strongly inclined to believe not only the corpse was refused Christian
burial, but that the heart which was brought to Vancouver some time aer the event, and which
the Hawaiians stoutly maintained was that of Captain Cook, was no such thing ; and that the
whole affair was a piece of imposture which was sought to be palmed off upon the credulous
Englishman.
A few years since there was living on the island of Maui (one of the Sandwich group) an old
chief, who, actuated by a morbid desire for notoriety, gave himself out among the foreign residents
of the place as the living tomb of Captain Cook’s big toe!—affirming that at the cannibal
entertainment which ensued aer the lamented Briton’s death, that particular portion of his body
had fallen to his share. His indignant countrymen actually caused him to be prosecuted in the
native courts, on a charge nearly equivalent to what we term defamation of character; but the old
fellow persisting in his assertion, and no invalidating proof being adduced, the plaintiffs were castin the suit, and the cannibal reputation of the defendant firmly established. is result was the
making of his fortune; ever aerwards he was in the habit of giving very profitable audiences to all
curious travellers who were desirous of beholding the man who had eaten the great navigator’s
great toe.
About a week aer my discovery of the contents of the mysterious packages, I happened to be at
the Ti, when another war-alarm was sounded, and the natives rushing to their arms, sallied out to
resist a second incursion of the Happar invaders. e same scene was again repeated, only that on
this occasion I heard at least fieen reports of muskets from the mountains during the time that
the skirmish lasted. An hour or two aer its termination, loud paeans chanted through the valley
announced the approach of the victors. I stood with Kory-Kory leaning against the railing of the
pi-pi awaiting their advance, when a tumultuous crowd of islanders emerged with wild clamours
from the neighbouring groves. In the midst of them marched four men, one preceding the other at
regular intervals of eight or ten feet, with poles of a corresponding length, extending from
shoulder to shoulder, to which were lashed with thongs of bark three long narrow bundles,
carefully wrapped in ample coverings of freshly plucked palm-leaves, tacked together with slivers
of bamboo. Here and there upon these green winding-sheets might be seen the stains of blood,
while the warriors who carried the frightful burdens displayed upon their naked limbs similar
sanguinary marks. e shaven head of the foremost had a deep gash upon it, and the clotted gore
which had flowed from the wound remained in dry patches around it. e savage seemed to be
sinking under the weight he bore. e bright tattooing upon his body was covered with blood and
dust; his inflamed eyes rolled in their sockets, and his whole appearance denoted extraordinary
suffering and exertion; yet sustained by some powerful impulse, he continued to advance, while the
throng around him with wild cheers sought to encourage him. e other three men were marked
about the arms and breasts with several slight wounds, which they somewhat ostentatiously
displayed.
These four individuals, having been the most active in the late encounter, claimed the honour of
bearing the bodies of their slain enemies to the Ti. Such was the conclusion I drew from my own
observations, and, as far as I could understand, from the explanation which Kory-Kory gave me.
e royal Mehevi walked by the side of these heroes. He carried in one hand a musket, from the
barrel of which was suspended a small canvas pouch of powder, and in the other he grasped a short
javelin, which he held before him and regarded with fierce exultation. is javelin he had wrested
from a celebrated champion of the Happars, who had ignominiously fled, and was pursued by his
foes beyond the summit of the mountain.
When within a short distance of the Ti, the warrior with the wounded head, who proved to be
Narmonee, tottered forward two or three steps, and fell helplessly to the ground; but not before
another had caught the end of the pole from his shoulder, and placed it upon his own.
e excited throng of islanders, who surrounded the person of the king and the dead bodies of
the enemy, approached the spot where I stood, brandishing their rude implements of warfare,
many of which were bruised and broken, and uttering continual shouts of triumph. When the
crowd drew up opposite the Ti, I set myself to watch their proceedings most attentively; but
scarcely had they halted when my servitor, who had le my side for an instant, touched my arm
and proposed our returning to Marheyo’s house. To this I objected; but, to my surprise, Kory-Kory
reiterated his request, and with an unusual vehemence of manner. Still, however, I refused to
comply, and was retreating before him, as in his importunity he pressed upon me, when I felt a
heavy hand laid upon my shoulder, and turning round, encountered the bulky form of Mow-Mow,
a one-eyed chief, who had just detached himself from the crowd below, and had mounted the rear
of the pi-pi upon which we stood. His cheek had been pierced by the point of a spear, and the
wound imparted a still more frightful expression to his hideously tattooed face, already deformed
by the loss of an eye. e warrior, without uttering a syllable, pointed fiercely in the direction of
Marheyo’s house, while Kory-Kory, at the same time presenting his back, desired me to mount.
I declined this offer, but intimated my willingness to withdraw, and moved slowly along the
piazza, wondering what could be the cause of this unusual treatment. A few minutes’ consideration
convinced me that the savages were about to celebrate some hideous rite in connection with theirpeculiar customs, and at which they were determined I should not be present. I descended from the
pi-pi, and attended by Kory-Kory, who on this occasion did not show his usual commiseration for
my lameness, but seemed only anxious to hurry me on, walked away from the place. As I passed
through the noisy throng, which by this time completely environed the Ti, I looked with fearful
curiosity at the three packages, which now were deposited upon the ground; but although I had no
doubt as to their contents, still their thick coverings prevented my actually detecting the form of a
human body.
e next morning, shortly aer sunrise, the same thundering sounds which had awakened me
from sleep on the second day of the Feast of Calabashes, assured me that the savages were on the
eve of celebrating another, and, as I fully believed, a horrible solemnity.
All the inmates of the house, with the exception of Marheyo, his son, and Tinor, aer assuming
their gala dresses, departed in the direction of the Taboo Groves.
Although I did not anticipate a compliance with my request, still, with a view of testing the
truth of my suspicions, I proposed to Kory-Kory that, according to our usual custom in the
morning, we should take a stroll to the Ti: he positively refused; and when I renewed the request,
he evinced his determination to prevent my going there; and, to divert my mind from the subject,
he offered to accompany me to the stream. We accordingly went, and bathed. On our coming
back to the house, I was surprised to find that all its inmates had returned, and were lounging upon
the mats as usual, although the drums still sounded from the groves.
e rest of the day I spent with Kory-Kory and Fayaway, wandering about a part of the valley
situated in an opposite direction from the Ti, and whenever I so much as looked towards that
building, although it was hidden from view by intervening trees, and at the distance of more than a
mile, my attendant would exclaim, ‘Taboo, taboo!’
At the various houses where we stopped, I found many of the inhabitants reclining at their ease,
or pursuing some light occupation, as if nothing unusual were going forward; but amongst them
all I did not perceive a single chief or warrior. When I asked several of the people why they were
not at the ‘Hoolah Hoolah’ (the feast), their uniformly answered the question in a manner which
implied that it was not intended for them, but for Mehevi, Narmonee, Mow-Mow, Kolor,
Womonoo, Kalow, running over, in their desire to make me comprehend their meaning, the
names of all the principal chiefs.
Everything, in short, strengthened my suspicions with regard to the nature of the festival they
were now celebrating ; and which amounted almost to a certainty. While in Nukuheva I had
frequently been informed that the whole tribe were never present at these cannibal banquets, but
the chiefs and priests only; and everything I now observed agreed with the account.
e sound of the drums continued without intermission the whole day, and falling continually
upon my ear, caused me a sensation of horror which I am unable to describe. On the following
day, hearing none of those noisy indications of revelry, I concluded that the inhuman feast was
terminated; and feeling a kind of morbid curiosity to discover whether the Ti might furnish any
evidence of what had taken place there, I proposed to Kory-Kory to walk there. To this
proposition he replied by pointing with his finger to the newly risen sun, and then up to the
zenith, intimating that our visit must be deferred until noon. Shortly aer that hour we
accordingly proceeded to the Taboo Groves, and as soon as we entered their precincts, I looked
fearfully round in, quest of some memorial of the scene which had so lately been acted there; but
everything appeared as usual. On reaching the Ti, we found Mehevi and a few chiefs reclining on
the mats, who gave me as friendly a reception as ever. No allusions of any kind were made by them
to the recent events; and I refrained, for obvious reasons, from referring to them myself.
Aer staying a short time I took my leave. In passing along the piazza, previously to descending
from the pi-pi, I observed a curiously carved vessel of wood, of considerable size, with a cover
placed over it, of the same material, and which resembled in shape a small canoe. It was surrounded
by a low railing of bamboos, the top of which was scarcely a foot from the ground. As the vessel
had been placed in its present position since my last visit, I at once concluded that it must have
some connection with the recent festival, and, prompted by a curiosity I could not repress, in
passing it I raised one end of the cover; at the same moment the chiefs, perceiving my design,loudly ejaculated, ‘Taboo! taboo!’
But the slight glimpse sufficed; my eyes fell upon the disordered members of a human skeleton,
the bones still fresh with moisture, and with particles of flesh clinging to them here and there!
Kory-Kory, who had been a little in advance of me, attracted by the exclamations of the chiefs,
turned round in time to witness the expression of horror on my countenance. He now hurried
towards me, pointing at the same time to the canoe, and exclaiming rapidly, ‘Puarkee! puarkee!’
(Pig, pig ). I pretended to yield to the deception, and repeated the words aer him several times, as
though acquiescing in what he said. e other savages, either deceived by my conduct or unwilling
to manifest their displeasure at what could not now be remedied, took no further notice of the
occurrence, and I immediately left the Ti.
All that night I lay awake, revolving in my mind the fearful situation in which I was placed. The
last horrid revelation had now been made, and the full sense of my condition rushed upon my
mind with a force I had never before experienced.
Where, thought I, desponding, is there the slightest prospect of escape? e only person who
seemed to possess the ability to assist me was the stranger Marnoo; but would he ever return to the
valley? and if he did, should I be permitted to hold any communication with him? It seemed as if I
were cut off from every source of hope, and that nothing remained but passively to await whatever
fate was in store for me. A thousand times I endeavoured to account for the mysterious conduct of
the natives.
For what conceivable purpose did they thus retain me a captive? What could be their object in
treating me with such apparent kindness, and did it not cover some treacherous scheme? Or, if
they had no other design than to hold me a prisoner, how should I be able to pass away my days in
this narrow valley, deprived of all intercourse with civilized beings, and for ever separated from
friends and home?
One only hope remained to me. e French could not long defer a visit to the bay, and if they
should permanently locate any of their troops in the valley, the savages could not for any length of
time conceal my existence from them. But what reason had I to suppose that I should be spared
until such an event occurred, an event which might be postponed by a hundred different
contingencies?
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the stranger again arrives in the valley—singular interview with him—attempt to escape
—failure—melancholy situation—sympathy of marheyo.
‘MARNOO, Marnoo pemi!’ Such were the welcome sounds which fell upon my ear some ten days
aer the events related in the preceding chapter. Once more the approach of the stranger was
heralded, and the intelligence operated upon me like magic. Again I should be able to converse
with him in my own language; and I resolve at all hazards to concert with him some scheme,
however desperate, to rescue me from a condition that had now become insupportable.
As he drew near, I remembered with many misgivings the inauspicious termination of our
former interview, and when he entered the house, I watched with intense anxiety the reception he
met with from its inmates. To my joy, his appearance was hailed with the liveliest pleasure; and
accosting me kindly, he seated himself by my side, and entered into conversation with the natives
around him. It soon appeared however, that on this occasion he had not any intelligence of
importance to communicate. I inquired of him from whence he had just come? He replied from
Pueearka, his native valley, and that he intended to return to it the same day.
At once it struck me that, could I but reach that valley under his protection, I might easily from
thence reach Nukuheva by water; and animated by the prospect which this plan held, out I
disclosed it in a few brief words to the stranger, and asked him how it could be best accomplished.
My heart sunk within me, when in his broken English he answered me that it could never be
effected. ‘Kanaka no let you go nowhere,’ he said; ‘you taboo. Why you no like to stay? Plenty
moee-moee (sleep)—plenty ki-ki (eat)—plenty wahenee (young girls)—Oh, very good place
Typee! Suppose you no like this bay, why you come? You no hear about Typee? All white men
afraid Typee, so no white men come.’
These words distressed me beyond belief; and when I had again related to him the circumstances
under which I had descended into the valley, and sought to enlist his sympathies in my behalf by
appealing to the bodily misery I had endure, he listened with impatience, and cut me short by
exclaiming passionately, ‘Me no hear you talk any more; by by Kanaka get mad, kill you and me
too. No you see he no want you to speak at all?—you see—ah! by by you no mind—you get well,
he kill you, eat you, hang you head up there, like Happar Kanaka.—Now you listen—but no talk
any more. By by I go;—you see way I go—Ah! then some night Kanaka all moee-moee (sleep)—
you run away, you come Pueearka. I speak Pueearka Kanaka—he no harm you—ah! then I take
you my canoe Nukuheva—and you run away ship no more.’ With these words, enforced by a
vehemence of gesture I cannot describe, Marnoo started from my side, and immediately engaged in
conversation with some of the chiefs who had entered the house.
It would have been idle for me to have attempted resuming the interview so peremptorily
terminated by Marnoo, who was evidently little disposed to compromise his own safety by any rash
endeavour to ensure mine. But the plan he had suggested struck me as one which might possibly be
accomplished, and I resolved to act upon it as speedily as possible.
Accordingly, when he arose to depart, I accompanied him with the natives outside of the house,
with a view of carefully noting the path he would take in leaving the valley. Just before leaping
from the pi-pi he clasped my hand, and looking significantly at me, exclaimed, ‘Now you see—you
do what I tell you—ah! then you do good;—you no do so—ah! then you die.’ e next moment
he waved his spear to the islanders, and following the route that conducted to a defile in the
mountains lying opposite the Happar side, was soon out of sight.
A mode of escape was now presented to me, but how was I to avail myself of it? I was
continually surrounded by the savages; I could not stir from one house to another without being
attended by some of them; and even during the hours devoted to slumber, the slightest movement
which I made seemed to attract the notice of those who shared the mats with me. In spite of theseobstacles, however, I determined forthwith to make the attempt. To do so with any prospect of
success, it was necessary that I should have at least two hours start before the islanders should
discover my absence; for with such facility was any alarm spread through the valley, and so
familiar, of course, were the inhabitants with the intricacies of the groves, that I could not hope,
lame and feeble as I was, and ignorant of the route, to secure my escape unless I had this advantage.
It was also by night alone that I could hope to accomplish my object, and then only by adopting
the utmost precaution.
e entrance to Marheyo’s habitation was through a low narrow opening in its wicker-work
front. is passage, for no conceivable reason that I could devise, was always closed aer the
household had retired to rest, by drawing a heavy slide across it, composed of a dozen or more bits
of wood, ingeniously fastened together by seizings of sinnate. When any of the inmates chose to go
outside, the noise occasioned by the removing of this rude door awakened every body else; and on
more than one occasion I had remarked that the islanders were nearly as irritable as more civilized
beings under similar circumstances.
e difficulty thus placed in my way I, determined to obviate in the following manner. I would
get up boldly in the course of the night, and drawing the slide, issue from the house, and pretend
that my object was merely to procure a drink from the calabash, which always stood without the
dwelling on the corner of the pi-pi. On re-entering I would purposely omit closing the passage
aer me, and trusting that the indolence of the savages would prevent them from repairing my
neglect, would return to my mat, and waiting patiently until all were again asleep, I would then
steal forth, and at once take the route to Pueearka.
e very night which followed Marnoo’s departure, I proceeded to put this project into
execution. About midnight, as I imagined, I arose and drew the slide. e natives, just as I had
expected, started up, while some of them asked, ‘Arware poo awa, Tommo?’ (where are you going,
Tommo?) ‘Wai’ (water) I laconically answered, grasping the calabash. On hearing my reply they
sank back again, and in a minute or two I returned to my mat, anxiously awaiting the result of the
experiment.
One aer another the savages, turning restlessly, appeared to resume their slumbers, and
rejoicing at the stillness which prevailed, I was about to rise again from my couch, when I heard a
slight rustling—a dark form was intercepted between me and the doorway—the slide was drawn
across it, and the individual, whoever he was, returned to his mat. is was a sad blow to me; but as
it might have aroused the suspicions of the islanders to have made another attempt that night, I
was reluctantly obliged to defer it until the next. Several times aer I repeated the same
manoeuvre, but with as little success as before. As my pretence for withdrawing from the house
was to allay my thirst, Kory-Kory either suspecting some design on my part, or else prompted by a
desire to please me, regularly every evening placed a calabash of water by my side.
Even, under these inauspicious circumstances I again and again renewed the attempt, but when I
did so, my valet always rose with me, as if determined I should not remove myself from his
observation. For the present, therefore, I was obliged to abandon the attempt; but I endeavoured to
console myself with the idea that by this mode I might yet effect my escape.
Shortly aer Marnoo’s visit I was reduced to such a state that it was with extreme difficulty I
could walk, even with the assistance of a spear, and Kory-Kory, as formerly, was obliged to carry
me daily to the stream.
For hours and hours during the warmest part of the day I lay upon my mat, and while those
around me were nearly all dozing away in careless ease, I remained awake, gloomily pondering over
the fate which it appeared now idle for me to resist, when I thought of the loved friends who were
thousands and thousands of miles from the savage island in which I was held a captive, when I
reflected that my dreadful fate would for ever be concealed from them, and that with hope
deferred they might continue to await my return long aer my inanimate form had blended with
the dust of the valley—I could not repress a shudder of anguish.
How vividly is impressed upon my mind every minute feature of the scene which met my view
during those long days of suffering and sorrow. At my request my mats were always spread directly
facing the door, opposite which, and at a little distance, was the hut of boughs that Marheyo wasbuilding.
Whenever my gentle Fayaway and Kory-Kory, laying themselves down beside me, would leave
me awhile to uninterrupted repose, I took a strange interest in the slightest movements of the
eccentric old warrior. All alone during the stillness of the tropical mid-day, he would pursue his
quiet work, sitting in the shade and weaving together the leaflets of his cocoanut branches, or
rolling upon his knee the twisted fibres of bark to form the cords with which he tied together the
thatching of his tiny house. Frequently suspending his employment, and noticing my melancholy
eye fixed upon him, he would raise his hand with a gesture expressive of deep commiseration, and
then moving towards me slowly, would enter on tip-toes, fearful of disturbing the slumbering
natives, and, taking the fan from my hand, would sit before me, swaying it gently to and fro, and
gazing earnestly into my face.
Just beyond the pi-pi, and disposed in a triangle before the entrance of the house, were three
magnificent bread-fruit trees. At this moment I can recap to my mind their slender shas, and the
graceful inequalities of their bark, on which my eye was accustomed to dwell day aer day in the
midst of my solitary musings. It is strange how inanimate objects will twine themselves into our
affections, especially in the hour of affliction. Even now, amidst all the bustle and stir of the proud
and busy city in which I am dwelling, the image of those three trees seems to come as vividly
before my eyes as if they were actually present, and I still feel the soothing quiet pleasure which I
then had in watching hour after hour their topmost boughs waving gracefully in the breeze.
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the escape.
NEARLY three weeks had elapsed since the second visit of Marnoo, and it must have been more
than four months since I entered the valley, when one day about noon, and whilst everything was
in profound silence, Mow-Mow, the one-eyed chief, suddenly appeared at the door, and leaning
towards me as I lay directly facing him, said in a low tone, ‘Toby pemi ena’ (Toby has arrived
here). Gracious heaven! What a tumult of emotions rushed upon me at this startling intelligence!
Insensible to the pain that had before distracted me, I leaped to my feet, and called wildly to
KoryKory who was reposing by my side. e startled islanders sprang from their mats; the news was
quickly communicated to them; and the next moment I was making my way to the Ti on the back
of Kory-Kory; and surrounded by the excited savages.
All that I could comprehend of the particulars which Mow-Mow rehearsed to his audience as
we proceeded, was that my long-lost companion had arrived in a boat which had just entered the
bay. ese tidings made me most anxious to be carried at once to the sea, lest some untoward
circumstance should prevent our meeting ; but to this they would not consent, and continued their
course towards the royal abode. As we approached it, Mehevi and several chiefs showed themselves
from the piazza, and called upon us loudly to come to them.
As soon as we had approached, I endeavoured to make them understand that I was going down
to the sea to meet Toby. To this the king objected, and motioned Kory-Kory to bring me into the
house. It was in vain to resist; and in a few moments I found myself within the Ti, surrounded by a
noisy group engaged in discussing the recent intelligence. Toby’s name was frequently repeated,
coupled with violent exclamations of astonishment. It seemed as if they yet remained in doubt
with regard to the fact of his arrival, at at every fresh report that was brought from the shore they
betrayed the liveliest emotions.
Almost frenzied at being held in this state of suspense, I passionately besought Mehevi to permit
me to proceed. Whether my companion had arrived or not, I felt a presentiment that my own fate
was about to be decided. Again and again I renewed my petition to Mehevi. He regarded me with a
fixed and serious eye, but at length yielding to my importunity, reluctantly granted my request.
Accompanied by some fiy of the natives, I now rapidly continued my journey; every few
moments being transferred from the back of one to another, and urging my bearer forward all the
while with earnest entreaties. As I thus hurried forward, no doubt as to the truth of the
information I had received ever crossed my mind.
I was alive only to the one overwhelming idea, that a chance of deliverance was now afforded
me, if the jealous opposition of the savages could be overcome.
Having been prohibited from approaching the sea during the whole of my stay in the valley, I
had always associated with it the idea of escape. Toby too—if indeed he had ever voluntarily
deserted me—must have effected this flight by the sea; and now that I was drawing near to it
myself, I indulged in hopes which I had never felt before. It was evident that a boat had entered the
bay, and I saw little reason to doubt the truth of the report that it had brought my companion.
Every time therefore that we gained an elevation, I looked eagerly around, hoping to behold him.
In the midst of an excited throng, who by their violent gestures and wild cries appeared to be under
the influence of some excitement as strong as my own, I was now borne along at a rapid trot,
frequently stooping my head to avoid the branches which crossed the path, and never ceasing to
implore those who carried me to accelerate their already swift pace.
In this manner we had proceeded about four or five miles, when we were met by a party of some
twenty islanders, between whom and those who accompanied me ensued an animated conference.
Impatient of the delay occasioned by this interruption, I was beseeching the man who carried me
to proceed without his loitering companions, when Kory-Kory, running to my side, informed me,in three fatal words, that the news had all proved, false—that Toby had not arrived—‘Toby owlee
pemi’. Heaven only knows how, in the state of mind and body I then was, I ever sustained the
agony which this intelligence caused me; not that the news was altogether unexpected; but I had
trusted that the fact might not have been made known until we should have arrived upon the
beach. As it was, I at once foresaw the course the savages would pursue. ey had only yielded thus
far to my entreaties, that I might give a joyful welcome to my long-lost comrade; but now that it
was known he had not arrived they would at once oblige me to turn back.
My anticipations were but too correct. In spite of the resistance I made, they carried me into a
house which was near the spot, and le me upon the mats. Shortly aerwards several of those who
had accompanied me from the Ti, detaching themselves from the others, proceeded in the
direction of the sea. ose who remained—among whom were Marheyo, Mow-Mow, Kory-Kory,
and Tinor—gathered about the dwelling, and appeared to be awaiting their return.
is convinced me that strangers—perhaps some of my own countrymen—had for some cause
or other entered the bay. Distracted at the idea of their vicinity, and reckless of the pain which I
suffered, I heeded not the assurances of the islanders, that there were no boats at the beach, but
starting to my feet endeavoured to gain the door. Instantly the passage was blocked up by several
men, who commanded me to resume my seat. e fierce looks of the irritated savages admonished
me that I could gain nothing by force, and that it was by entreaty alone that I could hope to
compass my object.
Guided by this consideration, I turned to Mow-Mow, the only chief present whom I had been
much in the habit of seeing, and carefully concealing, my real design, tried to make him
comprehend that I still believed Toby to have arrived on the shore, and besought him to allow me
to go forward to welcome him.
To all his repeated assertions, that my companion had not been seen, I pretended to turn a deaf
ear, while I urged my solicitations with an eloquence of gesture which the one-eyed chief appeared
unable to resist. He seemed indeed to regard me as a forward child, to whose wishes he had not the
heart to oppose force, and whom he must consequently humour. He spoke a few words to the
natives, who at once retreated from the door, and I immediately passed out of the house.
Here I looked earnestly round for Kory-Kory; but that hitherto faithful servitor was nowhere to
be seen. Unwilling to linger even for a single instant when every moment might be so important, I
motioned to a muscular fellow near me to take me upon his back; to my surprise he angrily
refused. I turned to another, but with a like result. A third attempt was as unsuccessful, and I
immediately perceived what had induced Mow-Mow to grant my request, and why the other
natives conducted themselves in so strange a manner. It was evident that the chief had only given
me liberty to continue my progress towards the sea, because he supposed that I was deprived of the
means of reaching it.
Convinced by this of their determination to retain me a captive, I became desperate; and almost
insensible to the pain which I suffered, I seized a spear which was leaning against the projecting
eaves of the house, and supporting myself with it, resumed the path that swept by the dwelling. To
my surprise, I was suffered to proceed alone; all the natives remaining in front of the house, and
engaging in earnest conversation, which every moment became more loud and vehement; and to
my unspeakable delight, I perceived that some difference of opinion had arisen between them; that
two parties, in short, were formed, and consequently that in their divided counsels there was some
chance of my deliverance.
Before I had proceeded a hundred yards I was again surrounded by the savages, who were still in
all the heat of argument, and appeared every moment as if they would come to blows. In the midst
of this tumult old Marheyo came to my side, and I shall never forget the benevolent expression of
his countenance. He placed his arm upon my shoulder, and emphatically pronounced the only two
English words I had taught him ‘Home’ and ‘Mother’. I at once understood what he meant, and
eagerly expressed my thanks to him. Fayaway and Kory-Kory were by his side, both weeping
violently; and it was not until the old man had twice repeated the command that his son could
bring himself to obey him, and take me again upon his back. e one-eyed chief opposed his doing
so, but he was overruled, and, as it seemed to me, by some of his own party.We proceeded onwards, and never shall I forget the ecstasy I felt when I first heard the roar of
the surf breaking upon the beach. Before long I saw the flashing billows themselves through the
opening between the trees. Oh glorious sight and sound of ocean! with what rapture did I hail you
as familiar friends! By this time the shouts of the crowd upon the beach were distinctly audible,
and in the blended confusion of sounds I almost fancied I could distinguish the voices of my own
countrymen.
When we reached the open space which lay between the groves and the sea, the first object that
met my view was an English whale-boat, lying with her bow pointed from the shore, and only a
few fathoms distant from it. It was manned by five islanders, dressed in shirt tunics of calico. My
first impression was that they were in the very act of pulling out from the bay; and that, aer all
my exertions, I had come too late. My soul sunk within me: but a second glance convinced me that
the boat was only hanging off to keep out of the surf; and the next moment I heard my own name
shouted out by a voice from the midst of the crowd.
Looking in the direction of the sound, I perceived, to my indescribable joy, the tall figure of
Karakoee, an Oahu Kanaka, who had oen been aboard the ‘Dolly’, while she lay in Nukuheva.
He wore the green shooting-jacket with gilt buttons, which had been given to him by an officer of
the Reine Blanche—the French flag-ship—and in which I had always seen him dressed. I now
remembered the Kanaka had frequently told me that his person was tabooed in all the valleys of
the island, and the sight of him at such a moment as this filled my heart with a tumult of delight.
Karakoee stood near the edge of the water with a large roll of cotton-cloth thrown over one
arm, and holding two or three canvas bags of powder, while with the other hand he grasped a
musket, which he appeared to be proffering to several of the chiefs around him. But they turned
with disgust from his offers and seemed to be impatient at his presence, with vehement gestures
waving him off to his boat, and commanding him to depart.
e Kanaka, however, still maintained his ground, and I at once perceived that he was seeking
to purchase my freedom. Animated by the idea, I called upon him loudly to come to me; but he
replied, in broken English, that the islanders had threatened to pierce him with their spears, if he
stirred a foot towards me. At this time I was still advancing, surrounded by a dense throng of the
natives, several of whom had their hands upon me, and more than one javelin was threateningly
pointed at me. Still I perceived clearly that many of those least friendly towards me looked
irresolute and anxious. I was still some thirty yards from Karakoee when my farther progress was
prevented by the natives, who compelled me to sit down upon the ground, while they still retained
their hold upon my arms. e din and tumult now became tenfold, and I perceived that several of
the priests were on the spot, all of whom were evidently urging Mow-Mow and the other chiefs to
prevent my departure; and the detestable word ‘Roo-ne! Roo-ne!’ which I had heard repeated a
thousand times during the day, was now shouted out on every side of me. Still I saw that the
Kanaka continued his exertions in my favour—that he was boldly debating the matter with the
savages, and was striving to entice them by displaying his cloth and powder, and snapping the lock
of his musket. But all he said or did appeared only to augment the clamours of those around him,
who seemed bent upon driving him into the sea.
When I remembered the extravagant value placed by these people upon the articles which were
offered to them in exchange for me, and which were so indignantly rejected, I saw a new proof of
the same fixed determination of purpose they had all along manifested with regard to me, and in
despair, and reckless of consequences, I exerted all my strength, and shaking myself free from the
grasp of those who held me, I sprang upon my feet and rushed towards Karakoee.
e rash attempt nearly decided my fate; for, fearful that I might slip from them, several of the
islanders now raised a simultaneous shout, and pressing upon Karakoee, they menaced him with
furious gestures, and actually forced him into the sea. Appalled at their violence, the poor fellow,
standing nearly to the waist in the surf, endeavoured to pacify them; but at length fearful that they
would do him some fatal violence, he beckoned to his comrades to pull in at once, and take him
into the boat.
It was at this agonizing moment, when I thought all hope was ended, that a new contest arose
between the two parties who had accompanied me to the shore; blows were struck, wounds weregiven, and blood flowed. In the interest excited by the fray, every one had le me except Marheyo,
Kory-Kory and poor dear Fayaway, who clung to me, sobbing indignantly. I saw that now or never
was the moment. Clasping my hands together, I looked imploringly at Marheyo, and move
towards the now almost deserted beach. e tears were in the old man’s eyes, but neither he nor
Kory-Kory attempted to hold me, and I soon reached the Kanaka, who had anxiously watched my
movements; the rowers pulled in as near as they dared to the edge of the surf; I gave one parting
embrace to Fayaway, who seemed speechless with sorrow, and the next instant I found myself safe
in the boat, and Karakoee by my side, who told the rowers at once to give way. Marheyo and
KoryKory, and a great many of the women, followed me into the water, and I was determined, as the
only mark of gratitude I could show, to give them the articles which had been brought as my
ransom. I handed the musket to Kory-Kory, with a rapid gesture which was equivalent to a ‘Deed
of Gi’; threw the roll of cotton to old Marheyo, pointing as I did so to poor Fayaway, who had
retired from the edge of the water and was sitting down disconsolate on the shingles; and tumbled
the powder-bags out to the nearest young ladies, all of whom were vastly willing to take them. is
distribution did not occupy ten seconds, and before it was over the boat was under full way; the
Kanaka all the while exclaiming loudly against what he considered a useless throwing away of
valuable property.
Although it was clear that my movements had been noticed by several of the natives, still they
had not suspended the conflict in which they were engaged, and it was not until the boat was above
fiy yards from the shore that Mow-Mow and some six or seven other warriors rushed into the sea
and hurled their javelins at us. Some of the weapons passed quite as close to us as was desirable, but
no one was wounded, and the men pulled away gallantly. But although soon out of the reach of the
spears, our progress was extremely slow; it blew strong upon the shore, and the tide was against us;
and I saw Karakoee, who was steering the boat, give many a look towards a jutting point of the bay
round which we had to pass.
For a minute or two aer our departure, the savages, who had formed into different groups,
remained perfectly motionless and silent. All at-once the enraged chief showed by his gestures that
he had resolved what course he would take. Shouting loudly to his companions, and pointing with
his tomahawk towards the headland, he set off at full speed in that direction, and was followed by
about thirty of the natives, among whom were several of the priests, all yelling out ‘Roo-ne!
Roone!’ at the very top of their voices. eir intention was evidently to swim off from the headland
and intercept us in our course. e wind was freshening every minute, and was right in our teeth,
and it was one of those chopping angry seas in which it is so difficult to row. Still the chances
seemed in our favour, but when we came within a hundred yards of the point, the active savages
were already dashing into the water, and we all feared that within five minutes’ time we should
have a score of the infuriated wretches around us. If so our doom was sealed, for these savages,
unlike the feeble swimmer of civilized countries, are, if anything, more formidable antagonists in
the water than when on the land. It was all a trial of strength; our natives pulled till their oars bent
again, and the crowd of swimmers shot through the water despite its roughness, with fearful
rapidity.
By the time we had reached the headland, the savages were spread right across our course. Our
rowers got out their knives and held them ready between their teeth, and I seized the boat-hook.
We were all aware that if they succeeded in intercepting us they would practise upon us the
manoeuvre which has proved so fatal to many a boat’s crew in these seas. ey would grapple the
oars, and seizing hold of the gunwhale, capsize the boat, and then we should be entirely at their
mercy.
Aer a few breathless moments discerned Mow-Mow. e athletic islander, with his tomahawk
between his teeth, was dashing the water before him till it foamed again. He was the nearest to us,
and in another instant he would have seized one of the oars. Even at the moment I felt horror at
the act I was about to commit; but it was no time for pity or compunction, and with a true aim,
and exerting all my strength, I dashed the boat-hook at him. It struck him just below the throat,
and forced him downwards. I had no time to repeat the blow, but I saw him rise to the surface in
the wake of the boat, and never shall I forget the ferocious expression of his countenance.Only one other of the savages reached the boat. He seized the gunwhale, but the knives of our
rowers so mauled his wrists, that he was forced to quit his hold, and the next minute we were past
them all, and in safety. e strong excitement which had thus far kept me up, now le me, and I
fell back fainting into the arms of Karakoee.
* * * * *
e circumstances connected with my most unexpected escape may be very briefly stated. e
captain of an Australian vessel, being in distress for men in these remote seas, had put into
Nukuheva in order to recruit his ship’s company; but not a single man was to be obtained; and the
barque was about to get under weigh, when she was boarded by Karakoee, who informed the
disappointed Englishman that an American sailor was detained by the savages in the neighbouring
bay of Typee; and he offered, if supplied with suitable articles of traffic, to undertake his release.
e Kanaka had gained his intelligence from Marnoo, to whom, aer all, I was indebted for my
escape. e proposition was acceded to; and Karakoee, taking with him five tabooed natives of
Nukuheva, again repaired aboard the barque, which in a few hours sailed to that part of the island,
and threw her main-top-sail aback right off the entrance to the Typee bay. e whale-boat,
manned by the tabooed crew, pulled towards the head of the inlet, while the ship lay ‘off and on’
awaiting its return.
e events which ensued have already been detailed, and little more remains to be related. On
reaching the ‘Julia’ I was lied over the side, and my strange appearance and remarkable adventure
occasioned the liveliest interest. Every attention was bestowed upon me that humanity could
suggest. But to such a state was I reduced, that three months elapsed before I recovered my health.
e mystery which hung over the fate of my friend and companion Toby has never been
cleared up. I still remain ignorant whether he succeeded in leaving the valley, or perished at the
hands of the islanders.
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THE morning my comrade le me, as related in the narrative, he was accompanied by a large
party of the natives, some of them carrying fruit and hogs for the purposes of traffic, as the report
had spread that boats had touched at the bay.
As they proceeded through the settled parts of the valley, numbers joined them from every side,
running with animated cries from every pathway. So excited were the whole party, that eager as
Toby was to gain the beach, it was almost as much as he could do to keep up with them. Making
the valley ring with their shouts, they hurried along on a swi trot, those in advance pausing now
and then, and flourishing their weapons to urge the rest forward.
Presently they came to a place where the paths crossed a bend of the main stream of the valley.
Here a strange sound came through the grove beyond, and the Islanders halted. It was Mow-Mow,
the one-eyed chief, who had gone on before; he was striking his heavy lance against the hollow
bough of a tree.
is was a signal of alarm;—for nothing was now heard but shouts of ‘Happar! Happar!’—the
warriors tilting with their spears and brandishing them in the air, and the women and boys
shouting to each other, and picking up the stones in the bed of the stream. In a moment or two
Mow-Mow and two or three other chiefs ran out from the grove, and the din increased ten fold.
Now, thought Toby, for a fray; and being unarmed, he besought one of the young men
domiciled with Marheyo for the loan of his spear. But he was refused; the youth roguishly telling
him that the weapon was very good for him (the Typee), but that a white man could fight much
better with his fists.
e merry humour of this young wag seemed to be shared by the rest, for in spite of their
warlike cries and gestures, everybody was capering and laughing, as if it was one of the funniest
things in the world to be awaiting the flight of a score or two of Happar javelins from an ambush
in the thickets.
While my comrade was in vain trying to make out the meaning of all this, a good number of the
natives separated themselves from the rest and ran off into the grove on one side, the others now
keeping perfectly still, as if awaiting the result. Aer a little while, however, Mow-Mow, who
stood in advance, motioned them to come on stealthily, which they did, scarcely rustling a leaf.
Thus they crept along for ten or fifteen minutes, every now and then pausing to listen.
Toby by no means relished this sort of skulking ; if there was going to be a fight, he wanted it to
begin at once. But all in good time,—for just then, as they went prowling into the thickest of the
wood, terrific howls burst upon them on all sides, and volleys of darts and stones flew across the
path. Not an enemy was to be seen, and what was still more surprising, not a single man dropped,
though the pebbles fell among the leaves like hail.
ere was a moment’s pause, when the Typees, with wild shrieks, flung themselves into the
covert, spear in hand; nor was Toby behindhand. Coming so near getting his skull broken by the
stones, and animated by an old grudge he bore the Happars, he was among the first to dash at
them. As he broke his way through the underbush, trying, as he did so, to wrest a spear from a
young chief, the shouts of battle all of a sudden ceased, and the wood was as still as death. e next
moment, the party who had le them so mysteriously rushed out from behind every bush and tree,
and united with the rest in long and merry peals of laughter.
It was all a sham, and Toby, who was quite out of breath with excitement, was much incensed at
being made a fool of.
It aerwards turned out that the whole affair had been concerted for his particular benefit,
though with what precise view it would be hard to tell. My comrade was the more enraged at this
boys’ play, since it had consumed so much time, every moment of which might be precious.
Perhaps, however, it was partly intended for this very purpose; and he was led to think so, becausewhen the natives started again, he observed that they did not seem to be in so great a hurry as
before. At last, aer they had gone some distance, Toby, thinking all the while that they never
would get to the sea, two men came running towards them, and a regular halt ensued, followed by
a noisy discussion, during which Toby’s name was oen repeated. All this made him more and
more anxious to learn what was going on at the beach; but it was in vain that he now tried to push
forward; the natives held him back.
In a few moments the conference ended, and many of them ran down the path in the direction
of the water, the rest surrounding Toby, and entreating him to ‘Moee’, or sit down and rest
himself. As an additional inducement, several calabashes of food, which had been brought along,
were now placed on the ground, and opened, and pipes also were lighted. Toby bridled his
impatience a while, but at last sprang to his feet and dashed forward again. He was soon overtaken
nevertheless, and again surrounded, but without further detention was then permitted to go down
to the sea.
ey came out upon a bright green space between the groves and the water, and close under the
shadow of the Happar mountain, where a path was seen winding out of sight through a gorge.
No sign of a boat, however, was beheld, nothing but a tumultuous crowd of men and women,
and some one in their midst, earnestly talking to them. As my comrade advanced, this person came
forward and proved to be no stranger. He was an old grizzled sailor, whom Toby and myself had
frequently seen in Nukuheva, where he lived an easy devil-may-care life in the household of
Mowanna the king, going by the name of ‘Jimmy’. In fact he was the royal favourite, and had a
good deal to say in his master’s councils. He wore a Manilla hat and a sort of tappa morning gown,
sufficiently loose and negligent to show the verse of a song tattooed upon his chest, and a variety of
spirited cuts by native artists in other parts of his body. He sported a fishing rod in his hand, and
carried a sooty old pipe slung about his neck.
is old rover having retired from active life, had resided in Nukuheva some time—could speak
the language, and for that reason was frequently employed by the French as an interpreter. He was
an arrant old gossip too; for ever coming off in his canoe to the ships in the bay, and regaling their
crews with choice little morsels of court scandal—such, for instance, as a shameful intrigue of his
majesty with a Happar damsel, a public dancer at the feasts—and otherwise relating some
incredible tales about the Marquesas generally. I remember in particular his telling the Dolly’s
crew what proved to be literally a cock-and-bull story, about two natural prodigies which he said
were then on the island. One was an old monster of a hermit, having a marvellous reputation for
sanctity, and reputed a famous sorcerer, who lived away off in a den among the mountains, where
he hid from the world a great pair of horns that grew out of his temples. Notwithstanding his
reputation for piety, this horrid old fellow was the terror of all the island round, being reported to
come out from his retreat, and go a man-hunting every dark night. Some anonymous Paul Pry,
too, coming down the mountain, once got a peep at his den, and found it full of bones. In short, he
was a most unheard-of monster.
e other prodigy Jimmy told us about was the younger son of a chief, who, although but just
turned of ten, had entered upon holy orders, because his superstitious countrymen thought him
especially intended for the priesthood from the fact of his having a comb on his head like a rooster.
But this was not all; for still more wonderful to relate, the boy prided himself upon his strange
crest, being actually endowed with a cock’s voice, and frequently crowing over his peculiarity.
But to return to Toby. e moment he saw the old rover on the beach, he ran up to him, the
natives following after, and forming a circle round them.
Aer welcoming him to the shore, Jimmy went on to tell him how that he knew all about our
having run away from the ship, and being among the Typees. Indeed, he had been urged by
Mowanna to come over to the valley, and after visiting his friends there, to bring us back with him,
his royal master being exceedingly anxious to share with him the reward which had been held out
for our capture. He, however, assured Toby that he had indignantly spurned the offer.
All this astonished my comrade not a little, as neither of us had entertained the least idea that
any white man ever visited the Typees sociably. But Jimmy told him that such was the case
nevertheless, although he seldom came into the bay, and scarcely ever went back from the beach.One of the priests of the valley, in some way or other connected with an old tattooed divine in
Nukuheva, was a friend of his, and through him he was ‘taboo’.
He said, moreover, that he was sometimes employed to come round to the bay, and engage fruit
for ships lying in Nukuheva. In fact, he was now on that very errand, according to his own
account, having just come across the mountains by the way of Happar. By noon of the next day the
fruit would be heaped up in stacks on the beach, in readiness for the boats which he then intended
to bring into the bay.
Jimmy now asked Toby whether he wished to leave the island—if he did, there was a ship in
want of men lying in the other harbour, and he would be glad to take him over, and see him on
board that very day.
‘No,’ said Toby, ‘I cannot leave the island unless my comrade goes with me. I le him up the
valley because they would not let him come down. Let us go now and fetch him.’
‘But how is he to cross the mountain with us,’ replied Jimmy, ‘even if we get him down to the
beach? Better let him stay till tomorrow, and I will bring him round to Nukuheva in the boats.’
‘at will never do,’ said Toby, ‘but come along with me now, and let us get him down here at
any rate,’ and yielding to the impulse of the moment, he started to hurry back into the valley. But
hardly was his back turned, when a dozen hands were laid on him, and he learned that he could
not go a step further.
It was in vain that he fought with them; they would not hear of his stirring from the beach. Cut
to the heart at this unexpected repulse, Toby now conjured the sailor to go aer me alone. But
Jimmy replied, that in the mood the Typees then were they would not permit him so to do,
though at the same time he was not afraid of their offering him any harm.
Little did Toby then think, as he aerwards had good reason to suspect, that this very Jimmy
was a heartless villain, who, by his arts, had just incited the natives to restrain him as he was in the
act of going aer me. Well must the old sailor have known, too, that the natives would never
consent to our leaving together, and he therefore wanted to get Toby off alone, for a purpose
which he afterwards made plain. Of all this, however, my comrade now knew nothing.
He was still struggling with the islanders when Jimmy again came up to him, and warned him
against irritating them, saying that he was only making matters worse for both of us, and if they
became enraged, there was no telling what might happen. At last he made Toby sit down on a
broken canoe by a pile of stones, upon which was a ruinous little shrine supported by four upright
poles, and in front partly screened by a net. e fishing parties met there, when they came in from
the sea, for their offerings were laid before an image, upon a smooth black stone within. is spot
Jimmy said was strictly ‘taboo’, and no one would molest or come near him while he stayed by its
shadow. e old sailor then went off, and began speaking very earnestly to Mow-Mow and some
other chiefs, while all the rest formed a circle round the taboo place, looking intently at Toby, and
talking to each other without ceasing.
Now, notwithstanding what Jimmy had just told him, there presently came up to my comrade
an old woman, who seated herself beside him on the canoe.
‘Typee motarkee?’ said she. ‘Motarkee nuee,’ said Toby.
She then asked him whether he was going to Nukuheva; he nodded yes; and with a plaintive
wail and her eyes filling with tears she rose and left him.
is old woman, the sailor aerwards said, was the wife of an aged king of a small island valley,
communicating by a deep pass with the country of the Typees. e inmates of the two valleys were
related to each other by blood, and were known by the same name. e old woman had gone
down into the Typee valley the day before, and was now with three chiefs, her sons, on a visit to
her kinsmen.
As the old king’s wife le him, Jimmy again came up to Toby, and told him that he had just
talked the whole matter over with the natives, and there was only one course for him to follow.
ey would not allow him to go back into the valley, and harm would certainly come to both him
and me, if he remained much longer on the beach. ‘So,’ said he, ‘you and I had better go to
Nukuheva now overland, and tomorrow I will bring Tommo, as they call him, by water; they have
promised to carry him down to the sea for me early in the morning, so that there will be no delay.’‘No, no,’ said Toby desperately, ‘I will not leave him that way; we must escape together.’
‘en there is no hope for you,’ exclaimed the sailor, ‘for if I leave you here on the beach, as
soon as I am gone you will be carried back into the valley, and then neither of you will ever look
upon the sea again.’ And with many oaths he swore that if he would only go to Nukuheva with
him that day, he would be sure to have me there the very next morning.
‘But how do you know they will bring him down to the beach tomorrow, when they will not do
so today?’ said Toby. But the sailor had many reasons, all of which were so mixed up with the
mysterious customs of the islanders, that he was none the wiser. Indeed, their conduct, especially in
preventing him from returning into the valley, was absolutely unaccountable to him; and added to
everything else, was the bitter reflection, that the old sailor, aer all, might possibly be deceiving
him. And then again he had to think of me, left alone with the natives, and by no means well. If he
went with Jimmy, he might at least hope to procure some relief for me. But might not the savages
who had acted so strangely, hurry me off somewhere before his return? en, even if he remained,
perhaps they would not let him go back into the valley where I was.
us perplexed was my poor comrade; he knew not what to do, and his courageous spirit was of
no use to him now. ere he was, all by himself, seated upon the broken canoe—the natives
grouped around him at a distance, and eyeing him more and more fixedly. ‘It is getting late: said
Jimmy, who was standing behind the rest. ‘Nukuheva is far off, and I cannot cross the Happar
country by night. You see how it is;—if you come along with me, all will be well; if you do not,
depend upon it, neither of you will ever escape.’
‘ere is no help for it,’ said Toby, at last, with a heavy heart, ‘I will have to trust you,’ and he
came out from the shadow of the little shrine, and cast a long look up the valley.
‘Now keep close to my side,’ said the sailor, ‘and let us be moving quickly.’ Tinor and Fayaway
here appeared; the kindhearted old woman embracing Toby’s knees, and giving way to a flood of
tears; while Fayaway, hardly less moved, spoke some few words of English she had learned, and
held up three fingers before him—in so many days he would return.
At last Jimmy pulled Toby out of the crowd, and aer calling to a young Typee who was
standing by with a young pig in his arms, all three started for the mountains.
‘I have told them that you are coming back again,’ said the old fellow, laughing, as they began
the ascent, ‘but they’ll have to wait a long time.’ Toby turned, and saw the natives all in motion—
the girls waving their tappas in adieu, and the men their spears. As the last figure entered the grove
with one arm raised, and the three fingers spread, his heart smote him.
As the natives had at last consented to his going, it might have been, that some of them, at least,
really counted upon his speedy return; probably supposing, as indeed he had told them when they
were coming down the valley, that his only object in leaving them was to procure the medicines I
needed. is, Jimmy also must have told them. And as they had done before, when my comrade,
to oblige me, started on his perilous journey to Nukuheva, they looked upon me, in his absence, as
one of two inseparable friends who was a sure guaranty for the other’s return. is is only my own
supposition, however, for as to all their strange conduct, it is still a mystery.
‘You see what sort of a taboo man I am,’ said the sailor, aer for some time silently following
the path which led up the mountain. ‘Mow-Mow made me a present of this pig here, and the man
who carries it will go right through Happar, and down into Nukuheva with us. So long as he stays
by me he is safe, and just so it will be with you, and tomorrow with Tommo. Cheer up, then, and
rely upon me, you will see him in the morning.’
e ascent of the mountain was not very difficult, owing to its being near to the sea, where the
island ridges are comparatively low; the path, too, was a fine one, so that in a short time all three
were standing on the summit with the two valleys at their feet. e white cascade marking the
green head of the Typee valley first caught Toby’s eye; Marheyo’s house could easily be traced by
them.
As Jimmy led the way along the ridge, Toby observed that the valley of the Happars did not
extend near so far inland as that of the Typees. is accounted for our mistake in entering the
latter valley as we had.
A path leading down from the mountain was soon seen, and, following it, the party were in ashort time fairly in the Happar valley.
‘Now,’ said Jimmy, as they hurried on, ‘we taboo men have wives in all the bays, and I am going
to show you the two I have here.’
So, when they came to the house where he said they lived,—which was close by the base of the
mountain in a shady nook among the groves—he went in, and was quite furious at finding it
empty—the ladies, had gone out. However, they soon made their appearance, and to tell the truth,
welcomed Jimmy quite cordially, as well as Toby, about whom they were very inquisitive.
Nevertheless, as the report of their arrival spread, and the Happars began to assemble, it became
evident that the appearance of a white stranger among them was not by any means deemed so
wonderful an event as in the neighbouring valley.
e old sailor now bade his wives prepare something to eat, as he must be in Nukuheva before
dark. A meal of fish, bread-fruit, and bananas, was accordingly served up, the party regaling
themselves on the mats, in the midst of a numerous company.
e Happars put many questions to Jimmy about Toby; and Toby himself looked sharply at
them, anxious to recognize the fellow who gave him the wound from which he was still suffering.
But this fiery gentleman, so handy with his spear, had the delicacy, it seemed, to keep out of view.
Certainly the sight of him would not have been any added inducement to making a stay in the
valley,—some of the aernoon loungers in Happar having politely urged Toby to spend a few days
with them,—there was a feast coming on. He, however, declined.
All this while the young Typee stuck to Jimmy like his shadow, and though as lively a dog as
any of his tribe, he was now as meek as a lamb, never opening his mouth except to eat. Although
some of the Happars looked queerly at him, others were more civil, and seemed desirous of taking
him abroad and showing him the valley. But the Typee was not to be cajoled in that way. How
many yards he would have to remove from Jimmy before the taboo would be powerless, it would
be hard to tell, but probably he himself knew to a fraction.
On the promise of a red cotton handkerchief, and something else which he kept secret, this
poor fellow had undertaken a rather ticklish journey, though, as far as Toby could ascertain, it was
something that had never happened before.
e island-punch—arva—was brought in at the conclusion of the repast, and passed round in a
shallow calabash.
Now my comrade, while seated in the Happar house, began to feel more troubled than ever at
leaving me; indeed, so sad did he feel that he talked about going back to the valley, and wanted
Jimmy to escort him as far as the mountains. But the sailor would not listen to him, and, by way of
diverting his thoughts, pressed him to drink of the arva. Knowing its narcotic nature, he refused;
but Jimmy said he would have something mixed with it, which would convert it into an innocent
beverage that would inspirit them for the rest of their journey. So at last he was induced to drink of
it, and its effects were just as the sailor had predicted; his spirits rose at once, and all his gloomy
thoughts left him.
e old rover now began to reveal his true character, though he was hardly suspected at the
time. ‘If I get you off to a ship,’ said he, ‘you will surely give a poor fellow something for saving
you.’ In short, before they le the house, he made Toby promise that he would give him five
Spanish dollars if he succeeded in getting any part of his wages advanced from the vessel, aboard of
which they were going ; Toby, moreover, engaging to reward him still further, as soon as my
deliverance was accomplished.
A little while aer this they started again, accompanied by many of the natives, and going up
the valley, took a steep path near its head, which led to Nukuheva. Here the Happars paused and
watched them as they ascended the mountain, one group of bandit-looking fellows, shaking their
spears and casting threatening glances at the poor Typee, whose heart as well as heels seemed much
the lighter when he came to look down upon them.
On gaining the heights once more, their way led for a time along several ridges covered with
enormous ferns. At last they entered upon a wooded tract, and here they overtook a party of
Nukuheva natives, well armed, and carrying bundles of long poles. Jimmy seemed to know them
all very well, and stopped for a while, and had a talk about the ‘Wee-Wees’, as the people ofNukuheva call the Monsieurs.
e party with the poles were King Mowanna’s men, and by his orders they had been gathering
them in the ravines for his allies the French.
Leaving these fellows to trudge on with their loads, Toby and his companions now pushed
forward again, as the sun was already low in the west. ey came upon the valleys of Nukuheva on
one side of the bay, where the highlands slope off into the sea. e men-of-war were still lying in
the harbour, and as Toby looked down upon them, the strange events which had happened so
recently, seemed all a dream.
ey soon descended towards the beach, and found themselves in Jimmy’s house before it was
well dark. Here he received another welcome from his Nukuheva wives, and aer some
refreshments in the shape of cocoanut milk and poee-poee, they entered a canoe (the Typee of
course going along ) and paddled off to a whaleship which was anchored near the shore. is was
the vessel in want of men. Our own had sailed some time before. e captain professed great
pleasure at seeing Toby, but thought from his exhausted appearance that he must be unfit for duty.
However, he agreed to ship him, as well as his comrade, as soon as he should arrive. Toby begged
hard for an armed boat, in which to go round to Typee and rescue me, notwithstanding the
promises of Jimmy. But this the captain would not hear of, and told him to have patience, for the
sailor would be faithful to his word. When, too, he demanded the five silver dollars for Jimmy, the
captain was unwilling to give them. But Toby insisted upon it, as he now began to think that
Jimmy might be a mere mercenary, who would be sure to prove faithless if not well paid.
Accordingly he not only gave him the money, but took care to assure him, over and over again,
that as soon as he brought me aboard he would receive a still larger sum.
Before sun-rise the next day, Jimmy and the Typee started in two of the ship’s boats, which were
manned by tabooed natives. Toby, of course, was all eagerness to go along, but the sailor told him
that if he did, it would spoil all; so, hard as it was, he was obliged to remain.
Towards evening he was on the watch, and descried the boats turning the headland and entering
the bay. He strained his eyes, and thought he saw me; but I was not there. Descending from the
mast almost distracted, he grappled Jimmy as he struck the deck, shouting in a voice that startled
him, ‘Where is Tommo?’ e old fellow faltered, but soon recovering, did all he could to soothe
him, assuring him that it had proved to be impossible to get me down to the shore that morning ;
assigning many plausible reasons, and adding that early on the morrow he was going to visit the
bay again in a French boat, when, if he did not find me on the beach—as this time he certainly
expected to—he would march right back into the valley, and carry me away at all hazards. He,
however, again refused to allow Toby to accompany him. Now, situated as Toby was, his sole
dependence for the present was upon this Jimmy, and therefore he was fain to comfort himself as
well as he could with what the old sailor told him. e next morning, however, he had the
satisfaction of seeing the French boat start with Jimmy in it. Tonight, then, I will see him, thought
Toby; but many a long day passed before he ever saw Tommo again. Hardly was the boat out of
sight, when the captain came forward and ordered the anchor weighed; he was going to sea.
Vain were all Toby’s ravings—they were disregarded; and when he came to himself, the sails
were set, and the ship fast leaving the land.
... ‘Oh!’ said he to me at our meeting, ‘what sleepless nights were mine. Oen I started from my
hammock, dreaming you were before me, and upbraiding me for leaving you on the island.’
* * * * *
ere is little more to be related. Toby le this vessel at New Zealand, and aer some further
adventures, arrived home in less than two years aer leaving the Marquesas. He always thought of
me as dead—and I had every reason to suppose that he too was no more; but a strange meeting was
in store for us, one which made Toby’s heart all the lighter.
≈ ≈ ≈NNoottee..
e author was more than two years in the South Seas, aer escaping from the valley, as recounted in the last
chapter. Some time aer returning home the foregoing narrative was published, though it was little thought at the
time that this would be the means of revealing the existence of Toby, who had long been given up for lost. But so it
proved.
e story of his escape supplies a natural sequel to the adventure, and as such it is now added to the volume. It
was related to the author by Toby himself, not ten days since.
New York, July, 1846.
≈ ≈ ≈Herman Melville
Omoo:
Adventures in the South Seas.
London: John Murray
New York: Harper & Brothers
1847.omoo
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Preface
Introduction
1. My Reception Aboard.
2. Some Account of the Ship.
3. Further Account of the Julia.
4. A Scene in the Forecastle.
5. What happened at Hytyhoo.
6. We touch at La Dominica.
7. What happened at Hannamanoo.
8. The Tattooers of La Dominica.
9. We steer to the Westward—State of Affairs.
10. A Sea-Parlour described, with some of its Tenants.
11. Doctor Long Ghost a Wag—One of his Capers.
12. Death and Burial of two of the Crew.
13. Our Destination changed.
14. Rope-Yarn.
15. Chips and Bungs.
16. We encounter a Gale.
17. The Coral Islands.
18. Tahiti.
19. A Surprise—More about Bembo.
20. The Round Robin—Visitors from Shore.
21. Proceedings of the Consul.
22. The Consul’s Departure.
23. The Second Night off Papeetee.
24. Outbreak of the Crew.
25. Jermin encounters an Old Shipmate.
26. We enter the Harbour—Jim the Pilot.
27. A Glance at Papeetee—We are sent aboard the Frigate.
28. Reception from the Frenchman.
29. The Reine Blanche.
30. They take us Ashore—What happened there.
31. The Calabooza Beretanee.
32. Proceedings of the French at Tahiti.
33. We receive Calls at the Hotel de Calabooza.
34. Life at the Calabooza.
35. Visit from an Old Acquaintance.
36. We are carried before the Consul and Captain.
37. The French Priests pay their Respects.
38. Little Julia sails without us.
39. Jermin serves us a Good Turn—Friendships in Polynesia.
40. We take unto ourselves Friends.41. We levy Contributions on the Shipping.
42. Motoo-Otoo—A Tahitian Casuist.
43. One is judged by the Company he keeps.
44. Cathedral of Papoar—The Church of the Cocoa-Nuts.
45. Missionary’s Sermon; with some Reflections.
46. Something about the Kannakippers.
47. How they dress in Tahiti.
48. Tahiti as it is.
49. Same Subject continued.
50. Something happens to Long Ghost.
51. Wilson gives us the Cut—Departure for Imeeo.
52. The Valley of Martair.
53. Farming in Polynesia.
54. Some Account of the Wild Cattle in Polynesia.
55. A Hunting Ramble with Zeke.
56. Mosquitoes.
57. The Second Hunt in the Mountains.
58. The Hunting-Feast; and a Visit to Afrehitoo.
59. The Murphies.
60. What they thought of us in Martair.
61. Preparing for the Journey.
62. Tamai.
63. A Dance in the Valley.
64. Mysterious.
65. The Hegira, or Flight.
66. How we were to get to Taloo.
67. The Journey round the Beach.
68. A Dinner-Party in Imeeo.
69. The Cocoa-Palm.
70. Life at Loohooloo.
71. We start for Taloo.
72. A Dealer in the Contraband.
73. Our Reception in Partoowye.
74. Retiring for the Night—The Doctor grows devout.
75. A Ramble through the Settlement.
76. An Island Jilt—We visit the Ship.
77. A Party of Rovers—Little Loo and the Doctor.
78. Mrs. Bell.
79. Taloo Chapel—Holding Court in Polynesia.
80. Queen Pomaree.
81. We visit the Court.
82. Which ends the Book.To
Herman Gansevoort
of gansevoort, saratoga county, new york
this work
is cordially inscribed, by his nephew
the authorPPrreeffaaccee
Nowhere, perhaps, are the proverbial characteristics of sailors shown under wilder aspects than in
the South Seas. For the most part, the vessels navigating those remote waters are engaged in the
Sperm Whale Fishery; a business which is not only peculiarly fitted to attract the most reckless
seamen of all nations, but, in various ways, is calculated to foster in them a spirit of the utmost
licence. ese voyages, also, are unusually long and perilous; the only harbours accessible are
among the barbarous or semi-civilized islands of Polynesia, or along the lawless western coast of
South America. Hence, scenes the most novel, and not directly connected with the business of
whaling, frequently occur among the crews of ships in the Pacific.
Without pretending to give any account of the whale-fishery (for the scope of the narrative does
not embrace the subject), it is, partly, the object of this work to convey some idea of the kind of life
to which allusion is made by means of a circumstantial history of adventures befalling the author.
Another object proposed is to give a familiar account of the present condition of the converted
Polynesians, as affected by their promiscuous intercourse with foreigners, and the teachings of the
missionaries, combined.
As a roving sailor, the author spent about three months in various parts of the islands of Tahiti
and Imeeo, and under circumstances most favourable for correct observations on the social
condition of the natives.
In every statement connected with missionary operations, a strict adherence to facts has, of
course, been scrupulously observed; and in some instances it has even been deemed advisable to
quote previous voyagers, in corroboration of what is offered as the fruit of the author’s own
observations. Nothing but an earnest desire for truth and good has led him to touch upon this
subject at all. And if he refrains from offering hints as to the best mode of remedying the evils
which are pointed out, it is only because he thinks that, aer being made acquainted with the facts,
others are better qualified to do so.
Should a little jocoseness be shown upon some curious traits of the Tahitians, it proceeds from
no intention to ridicule: things are merely described as, from their entire novelty, they first struck
an unbiassed observer.
e present narrative necessarily begins where “Typee” concludes, but has no further
connection with the latter work. All, therefore, necessary for the reader to understand, who has
not read “Typee,” is given in a brief introduction.
No journal was kept by the author during his wanderings in the South Seas; so that, in preparing
the ensuing chapters for the press, precision with respect to dates would have been impossible; and
every occurrence has been put down from simple recollection. e frequency, however, with
which these incidents have been verbally related, has tended to stamp them upon the memory.
Although it is believed that one or two imperfect Polynesian vocabularies have been published,
none of the Tahitian dialect has as yet appeared. At any rate, the author has had access to none
whatever. In the use of the native words, therefore, he has been mostly governed by the bare
recollection of sounds.
Upon several points connected with the history and ancient customs of Tahiti, collateral
information has been obtained from the oldest books of South Sea voyages and also from the
“Polynesian Researches” of Ellis.
e title of the work—Omoo—is borrowed from the dialect of the Marquesas Islands, where,
among other uses, the word signifies a rover, or rather a person wandering from one island to
another, like some of the natives, known among their countrymen as “Taboo kanakes.”
In no respect does the author make pretensions to philosophic research. In a familiar way, he
has merely described what he has seen; and if reflections are occasionally indulged in, they are
spontaneous, and such as would, very probably, suggest themselves to the most casual observer.New York, January 28, 1847.
≈ ≈ ≈IInnttrroodduuccttiioonn
In the summer of 1842, the author of this narrative, as a sailor before the mast, visited the
Marquesas Islands in an American South Seaman. At the island of Nukuheva he le his vessel,
which aerward sailed without him. Wandering in the interior, he came upon the valley of Typee,
inhabited by a primitive tribe of savages, from which valley a fellow-sailor who accompanied him
soon aerward effected his escape. e author, however, was detained in an indulgent captivity for
about the space of four months; at the end of which period, he escaped in a boat which visited the
bay.
is boat belonged to a vessel in need of men, which had recently touched at a neighbouring
harbour of the same island, where the captain had been informed of the author’s detention in
Typee. Desirous of adding to his crew, the sailed round thither, and “hove to” off the mouth of the
bay. As the Typees were considered hostile, the boat, manned by taboo natives from the other
harbour, was then sent in, with an interpreter at their head, to procure the author’s release. is
was finally accomplished, though not without peril to all concerned. At the time of Ms escape, the
author was suffering severely from lameness.
e boat having gained the open sea, the ship appeared in the distance. Here the present
narrative opens.
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my reception aboard.
IT WAS the middle of a bright tropical aernoon that we made good our escape from the bay.
e vessel we sought lay with her main-topsail aback about a league from the land, and was the
only object that broke the broad expanse of the ocean.
On approaching, she turned out to be a small, slatternly-looking cra, her hull and spars a dingy
black, rigging all slack and bleached nearly white, and everything denoting an ill state of affairs
aboard. e four boats hanging from her sides proclaimed her a whaler. Leaning carelessly over
the bulwarks were the sailors, wild, haggard-looking fellows in Scotch caps and faded blue frocks;
some of them with cheeks of a mottled bronze, to which sickness soon changes the rich
berrybrown of a seaman’s complexion in the tropics.
On the quarter-deck was one whom I took for the chief mate. He wore a broad-brimmed
Panama hat, and his spy-glass was levelled as we advanced.
When we came alongside, a low cry ran fore and a the deck, and everybody gazed at us with
inquiring eyes. And well they might. To say nothing of the savage boat’s crew, panting with
excitement, all gesture and vociferation, my own appearance was calculated to excite curiosity. A
robe of the native cloth was thrown over my shoulders, my hair and beard were uncut, and I
betrayed other evidences of my recent adventure. Immediately on gaining the deck, they beset me
on all sides with questions, the half of which I could not answer, so incessantly were they put.
As an instance of the curious coincidences which oen befall the sailor, I must here mention
that two countenances before me were familiar. One was that of an old man-of-war’s-man, whose
acquaintance I had made in Rio de Janeiro, at which place touched the ship in which I sailed from
home. e other was a young man whom, four years previous, I had frequently met in a sailor
boarding-house in Liverpool. I remembered parting with him at Prince’s Dock Gates, in the midst
of a swarm of police-officers, trackmen, stevedores, beggars, and the like. And here we were again:
—years had rolled by, many a league of ocean had been traversed, and we were thrown together
under circumstances which almost made me doubt my own existence.
But a few moments passed ere I was sent for into the cabin by the captain.
He was quite a young man, pale and slender, more like a sickly counting-house clerk than a bluff
sea-captain. Bidding me be seated, he ordered the steward to hand me a glass of Pisco(1). In the
state I was, this stimulus almost made me delirious; so that of all I then went on to relate
concerning my residence on the island I can scarcely remember a word. Aer this I was asked
whether I desired to “ship”; of course I said yes; that is, if he would allow me to enter for one
cruise, engaging to discharge me, if I so desired, at the next port. In this way men are frequently
shipped on board whalemen in the South Seas. My stipulation was acceded to, and the ship’s
articles handed me to sign.
e mate was now called below, and charged to make a “well man” of me; not, let it be borne in
mind, that the captain felt any great compassion for me, he only desired to have the benefit of my
services as soon as possible.
Helping me on deck, the mate stretched me out on the windlass and commenced examining my
limb; and then doctoring it aer a fashion with something from the medicine-chest, rolled it up in
a piece of an old sail, making so big a bundle that, with my feet resting on the windlass, I might
have been taken for a sailor with the gout. While this was going on, someone removing my tappa
cloak slipped on a blue frock in its place, and another, actuated by the same desire to make a
civilized mortal of me, flourished about my head a great pair lie imminent jeopardy of both ears,
and the certain destruction of hair and beard.
e day was now drawing to a close, and, as the land faded from my sight, I was all alive to the
change in my condition. But how far short of our expectations is oentimes the fulfilment of themost ardent hopes. Safe aboard of a ship—so long my earnest prayer—with home and friends once
more in prospect, I nevertheless felt weighed down by a melancholy that could not be shaken off.
It was the thought of never more seeing those who, notwithstanding their desire to retain me a
captive, had, upon the whole, treated me so kindly. I was leaving them for ever.
So unforeseen and sudden had been my escape, so excited had I been through it all, and so great
the contrast between the luxurious repose of the valley, and the wild noise and motion of a ship at
sea, that at times my recent adventures had all the strangeness of a dream; and I could scarcely
believe that the same sun now setting over a waste of waters, had that very morning risen above the
mountains and peered in upon me as I lay on my mat in Typee.
Going below into the forecastle just aer dark, I was inducted into a wretched “bunk” or
sleeping-box built over another. e rickety bottoms of both were spread with several pieces of a
blanket. A battered tin can was then handed me, containing about half a pint of “tea”—so called
by courtesy, though whether the juice of such stalks as one finds floating therein deserves that title,
is a matter all shipowners must settle with their consciences. A cube of salt beef, on a hard round
biscuit by way of platter, was also handed up; and without more ado, I made a meal, the salt flavour
of which, after the Nebuchadnezzar fare of the valley, was positively delicious.
While thus engaged, an old sailor on a chest just under me was puffing out volumes of tobacco
smoke. My supper finished, he brushed the stem of his sooty pipe against the sleeve of his frock,
and politely waved it toward me. e attention was sailor-like; as for the nicety of the thing, no
man who has lived in forecastles is at all fastidious; and so, aer a few vigorous whiffs to induce
repose, I turned over and tried my best to forget myself. But in vain. My crib, instead of extending
fore and a, as it should have done, was placed athwart ships, that is, at right angles to the keel, and
the vessel, going before the wind, rolled to such a degree, that-every time my heels went up and my
head went down, I thought I was on the point of turning a somerset. Beside this, there were still
more annoying causes of inquietude; and every once in a while a splash of water came down the
open scuttle, and flung the spray in my face.
At last, aer a sleepless night, broken twice by the merciless call of the watch, a peep of daylight
struggled into view from above, and someone came below. It was my old friend with the pipe.
“Here, shipmate,” said I, “help me out of this place, and let me go on deck.”
“Halloa, who’s that croaking ?” was the rejoinder, as he peered into the obscurity where I lay.
“Ay, Typee, my king of the cannibals, is it you I But I say, my lad, how’s that spar of your’n? the
mate says it’s in a devil of a way; and last night set the steward to sharpening the handsaw: hope he
won’t have the carving of ye.”
Long before daylight we arrived off the bay of Nukuheva, and making short tacks until
morning, we then ran in and sent a boat ashore with the natives who had brought me to the ship.
Upon its return, we made sail again, and stood off from the land. ere was a fine breeze; and
notwithstanding my bad night’s rest, the cool, fresh air of a morning at sea was so bracing, mat, as
soon as I breathed it, my spirits rose at once.
Seated upon the windlass the greater portion of the day, and chatting freely with the men, I
learned the history of the voyage thus far, and everything respecting the ship and its present
condition.
These matters I will now throw together in the next chapter.
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some account of the ship.
FIRST and foremost, I must give some account of the Julia herself; or “Little Jule,” as the sailors
familiarly styled her.
She was a small barque of a beautiful model, something more than two hundred tons,
Yankeebuilt and very old. Fitted for a privateer out of a New England port during the war of 1812, she
had been captured at sea by a British cruiser, and, aer seeing all sorts of service, was at last
employed as a government packet in the Australian seas. Being condemned, however, about two
years previous, she was purchased at auction by a house in Sydney, who, aer some slight repairs,
dispatched her on the present voyage.
Notwithstanding the repairs, she was still in a miserable plight. e lower masts were said to be
unsound; the standing rigging was much worn; and, in some places, even the bulwarks were quite
rotten. Still, she was tolerably tight, and but little more than the ordinary pumping of a morning
served to keep her free.
But all this had nothing to do with her sailing ; at that, brave Little Jule, plump Little Jule, was a
witch. Blow high, or blow low, she was always ready for the breeze; and when she dashed the waves
from her prow, and pranced, and pawed the sea, you never thought of her patched sails and
blistered hull. How the fleet creature would fly before the wind! rolling, now and then, to be sure,
but in very playfulness. Sailing to windward, no gale could bow her over: with spars erect, she
looked right up into the wind’s eye, and so she went.
But aer all, Little Jule was not to be confided in. Lively enough, and playful she was, but on
that very account the more to be distrusted. Who knew, but that like some vivacious old mortal all
at once sinking into a decline, she might, some dark night, spring a leak and carry us all to the
bottom. However, she played us no such ugly trick, and therefore, I wrong Little Jule in supposing
it.
She had a free roving commission. According to her papers she might go whither she pleased—
whaling, sealing, or anything else. Sperm whaling, however, was what she relied upon; though, as
yet, only two fish had been brought alongside.
e day they sailed out of Sydney Heads, the ship’s company, all told, numbered some
thirtytwo souls; now, they mustered about twenty; the rest had deserted. Even the three junior mates
who had headed the whaleboats were gone: and of the four harpooners, only one was le, a wild
New Zealander, or “Mowree” as his countrymen are more commonly called in the Pacific. But this
was not all. More than half the seamen remaining were more or less unwell from a long sojourn in
a dissipated port; some of them wholly unfit for duty, one or two dangerously ill, and the rest
managing to stand their watch though they could do but little.
e captain was a young cockney, who, a few years before, had emigrated to Australia, and, by
some favouritism or other, had procured the command of the vessel, though in no wise competent.
He was essentially a landsman, and though a man of education, no more meant for the sea than a
hairdresser. Hence everybody made fun of him. ey called him “e Cabin Boy,” “Paper Jack,”
and half a dozen other undignified names. In truth, the men made no secret of the derision in
which they held him; and as for the slender gentleman himself, he knew it all very well, and bore
himself with becoming meekness. Holding as little intercourse with them as possible, he le
everything to the chief mate, who, as the story went, had been given his captain in charge. Yet,
despite his apparent unobtrusiveness, the silent captain had more to do with the men than they
thought. In short, although one of your sheepish-looking fellows, he had a sort of still, timid
cunning, which no one would have suspected, and which, for that very reason, was all the more
active. So the bluff mate, who always thought he did what he pleased, was occasionally made a fool
of; and some obnoxious measures which he carried out, in spite of all growlings, were little thoughtto originate with the dapper little fellow in nankeen jacket and white canvas pumps. But, to all
appearance, at least, the mate had everything his own way; indeed, in most things this was actually
the case; and it was quite plain that the captain stood in awe of him.
So far as courage, seamanship, and a natural aptitude for keeping riotous spirits in subjection
were concerned, no man was better qualified for his vocation than John Jermin. He was the very
beau-ideal of the efficient race of short, thick-set men. His hair curled in little rings of iron gray all
over his round bullet head. As for his countenance, it was strongly marked, deeply pitted with the
small-pox. For the rest, there was a fierce little squint out of one eye; the nose had a rakish twist to
one side; while his large mouth, and great white teeth, looked absolutely sharkish when he
laughed. In a word, no one, aer getting a fair look at him, would ever think of improving the
shape of his nose, wanting in symmetry as it was. Notwithstanding his pugnacious looks, however,
Jermin had a heart as big as a bullock’s; that you saw at a glance.
Such was our mate; but he had one failing : he abhorred all weak infusions, and cleaved manfully
to strong drink.. At all times he was more or less under the influence of it. Taken in moderate
quantities, I believe, in my soul, it did a man like him good; brightened his eyes, swept the cobwebs
out of his brain, and regulated his pulse. But the worst of it was, that sometimes he drank too
much, and a more obstreperous fellow than Jermin in his cups, you seldom came across. He was
always for having a fight; but the very men he flogged loved him as a brother, for he had such an
irresistibly good-natured way of knocking them down, that no one could find it in his heart to bear
malice against him. So much for stout little Jermin.
All English whalemen are bound by-law to carry a physician, who, of course, is rated a
gentleman, and lives in the cabin, with nothing but his professional duties to attend to; but
incidentally he drinks “flip” and plays cards with the captain. ere was such a worthy aboard of
the Julia; but, curious to tell, he lived in the forecastle with the men. And this was the way it
happened.
In the early part of the voyage the doctor and the captain lived together as pleasantly as could be.
To say nothing of many a can they drank over the cabin transom, both of them had read books,
and one of them had travelled; so their stories never flagged. But once on a time they got into a
dispute about politics, and the doctor, moreover, getting into a rage, drove home an argument with
his fist, and le the captain on the floor literally silenced. is was carrying it with a high hand; so
he was shut up in his state-room for ten days, and le to meditate on bread and water, and the
impropriety of flying into a passion. Smarting under his disgrace, he undertook, a short time aer
his liberation, to leave the vessel clandestinely at one of the islands, but was brought back
ignominiously, and again shut up. Being set at large for the second time, he vowed he would not
live any longer with the captain, and went forward with his chests among the sailors, where he was
received with open arms as a good fellow and an injured man.
I must give some further account of him, for he figures largely in the narrative. His early
history, like that of many other heroes, was enveloped in the profoundest obscurity; though he
threw out hints of a patrimonial estate, a nabob uncle, and an unfortunate affair which sent him
aroving. All that was known, however, was this. He had gone out to Sydney as assistant-surgeon of
an emigrant ship. On his arrival there, he went back into the country, and aer a few months’
wanderings, returned to Sydney penniless, and entered as doctor aboard of the Julia.
His personal appearance was remarkable. He was over six feet high—a tower of bones, with a
complexion absolutely colourless, fair hair, and a light unscrupulous gray eye, twinkling
occasionally at the very devil of mischief. Among the crew, he went by the name of the Long
Doctor, or more frequently still, Doctor Long Ghost. And from whatever high estate Doctor Long
Ghost might have fallen, he had certainly at some time or other spent money, drunk Burgundy,
and associated with gentlemen.
As for his learning, he quoted Virgil, and talked of Hobbs of Malmsbury, beside repeating
poetry by the canto, especially Hudibras. He was, moreover, a man who had seen the world. In the
easiest way imaginable, he could refer to an amour he had in Palermo, his lion-hunting before
breakfast among the Caffres, and the quality of the coffee to be drunk in Muscat; and about these
places, and a hundred others, he had more anecdotes than I can tell of. en such mellow oldsongs as he sang, in a voice so round and racy, the real juice of sound. How such notes came forth
from his lank body was a constant marvel.
Upon the whole, Long Ghost was as entertaining a companion as one could wish; and to me in
the Julia, an absolute godsend.
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further account of the julia.
OWING to the absence of anything like regular discipline, the vessel was in a state of the greatest
uproar. e captain, having for some time past been more or less confined to the cabin from
sickness, was seldom seen. e mate, however, was as hearty as a young lion, and ran about the
decks making himself heard at all hours. Bembo, the New Zealand harpooner, held little
intercourse with anybody but the mate, who could talk to him freely in his own lingo. Part of his
time he spent out on the bowsprit, fishing for albicores with a bone hook; and occasionally he
waked all hands up of a dark night dancing some cannibal fandango all by himself on the
forecastle. But, upon the whole, he was remarkably quiet, though something in his eye showed he
was far from being harmless.
Doctor Long Ghost, having sent in a written resignation as the ship’s doctor, gave himself out as
a passenger for Sydney, and took the world quite easy. As for the crew, those who were sick seemed
marvellously contented for men in their condition; and the rest, not displeased with the general
licence, gave themselves little thought of the morrow.
e Julia’s provisions were very poor. When opened, the barrels of pork looked as if preserved
in iron rust, and diffused an odour like a stale ragout. e beef was worse yet; a
mahoganycoloured fibrous substance, so tough and tasteless, that I almost believed the cook’s story of a
horse’s hoof with the shoe on having been fished up out of the pickle of one of the casks. Nor was
the biscuit much better; nearly all of it was broken into hard, little gunflints, honeycombed
through and through, as if the worms usually infesting this article in long tropical voyages had, in
boring after nutriment, come out at the antipodes without finding anything.
Of what sailors call “small stores,” we had but little. “Tea,” however, we had in abundance;
though, I dare say, the Hong merchants never had the shipping of it. Beside this, every other day
we had what English seamen call “shot soup”—great round peas, polishing themselves like pebbles
by rolling about in tepid water.
It was aerward told me, that all our provisions had been purchased by the owners at an auction
sale of condemned navy stores in Sydney.
But notwithstanding the wateriness of the first course of soup, and the saline flavour of the beef
and pork, a sailor might have made a satisfactory meal aboard of the Julia had there been any side
dishes—a potato or two, a yam, or a plantain. But there was nothing of the kind. Still, there was
something else, which, in the estimation of the men, made up for all deficiencies; and that was the
regular allowance of Pisco.
It may seem strange that in such a state of affairs the captain should be willing to keep the sea
with his ship. But the truth was, that by lying in harbour, he ran the risk of losing the remainder of
his men by desertion; and as it was, he still feared that, in some outlandish bay or other, he might
one day find his anchor down, and no crew to weigh it.
With judicious officers the most unruly seamen can at sea be kept in some sort of subjection; but
once get them within a cable’s length of the land, and it is hard restraining them. It is for this
reason that many South Sea whalemen do not come to anchor for eighteen or twenty months on a
stretch. When fresh provisions are needed, they run for the nearest land—heave to eight or ten
miles off, and send a boat ashore to trade. e crews manning vessels like these are for the most
part villains of all nations and dyes; picked up in the lawless ports of the Spanish Main, and among
the savages of the islands. Like galley-slaves, they are only to be governed by scourges and chains.
Their officers go among them with dirk and pistol—concealed, but ready at a grasp.
Not a few of our own crew were men of this stamp; but, riotous at times as they were, the bluff
drunken energies of Jennin were just the thing to hold them in some sort of noisy subjection.
Upon an emergency, he flew in among them, showering his kicks and cuffs right and le, and“creating a sensation” in every direction. And as hinted before, they bore this knock-down
authority with great good-humour. A sober, discreet, dignified officer could have done nothing
with them; such a set would have thrown him and his dignity overboard.
Matters being thus, there was nothing for the ship but to keep the sea. Nor was the captain
without hope that the invalid portion of his crew, as well as himself, would soon recover; and then
there was no telling what luck in the fishery might yet be in store for us. At any rate, at the time of
my coming aboard, the report was, that Captain Guy was resolved upon retrieving the past and
filling the vessel with oil in the shortest space possible.
With this intention, we were now shaping our course for Hytyhoo, a village on the island of St.
Christina—one of the Marquesas, and so named by Mendanna—for the purpose of obtaining
eight seamen, who, some weeks before, had stepped ashore there from the Julia. It was supposed
that, by this time, they must have recreated themselves sufficiently, and would be glad to return to
their duty.
So to Hytyhoo, with all our canvas spread, and coquetting with the warm, breezy Trades, we
bowled along ; gliding up and down the long, slow swells, the bonettas and albicores frolicking
round us.
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a scene in the forecastle.
I HAD scarcely been aboard of the ship twenty-four hours, when a circumstance occurred, which,
although noways picturesque, is so significant of the state of affairs that I cannot forbear relating it.
In the first place, however, it must be known, that among the crew was a man so excessively
ugly, that he went by the ironical appellation of “Beauty.” He was the ship’s carpenter; and for that
reason was sometimes known by his nautical cognomen of “Chips.” ere was no absolute
deformity about the man; he was symmetrically ugly. But ill favoured as he was in person, Beauty
was none the less ugly in temper; but no one could blame him; his countenance had soured his
heart. Now Jermin and Beauty were always at swords’ points. The truth was, the latter was the only
man in the ship whom the mate had never decidedly got the better of; and hence the grudge he
bore him. As for Beauty, he prided himself upon talking up to the mate, as we shall soon see.
Toward evening there was something to be done on deck, and the carpenter who belonged to
the watch was missing. “Where’s that skulk, Chips?” shouted Jermin down the forecastle scuttle.
“Taking his ease, d’ye see, down here on a chest, if you want to know,” replied that worthy
himself, quietly withdrawing his pipe from his mouth. is insolence flung the fiery little mate
into a mighty rage; but Beauty said nothing, puffing away with all the tranquillity imaginable.
Here it must be remembered that, never mind what may be the provocation, no prudent officer
ever dreams of entering a ship’s forecastle on a hostile visit. If he wants to see anybody who
happens to be there, and refuses to come up, why he must wait patiently until the sailor is willing.
e reason is this. e place is very dark: and nothing is easier than to knock one descending on
the head, before he knows where he is, and a very long while before he ever finds out who did it.
Nobody knew this better than Jermin, and so he contented himself with looking down the
scuttle and storming. At last Beauty made some cool observation which set him half wild.
“Tumble on deck,” he then bellowed—“come, up with you, or I’ll jump down and make you.”
The carpenter begged him to go about it at once.
No sooner said than done: prudence forgotten, Jermin was there; and by a sort of instinct, had
his man by the throat before he could well see him. One of the men now made a rush at him, but
the rest dragged him off, protesting that they should have fair play.
“Now come on deck,” shouted the mate, struggling like a good fellow to hold the carpenter fast.
“Take me there,” was the dogged answer, and Beauty wriggled about in the nervous grasp of the
other like a couple of yards of boa-constrictor.
His assailant now undertook to make him up into a compact bundle, the more easily to
transport him. While thus occupied, Beauty got his arms loose, and threw him over backward. But
Jermin quickly recovered himself, when for a time they had it every way, dragging each other
about, bumping their heads against the projecting beams, and returning each other’s blows the first
favourable opportunity that offered. Unfortunately, Jermin at last slipped and fell; his foe seating
himself on his chest, and keeping him down. Now this was one of those situations in which the
voice of counsel, or reproof, comes with peculiar unction. Nor did Beauty let the opportunity slip.
But the mate said nothing in reply, only foaming at the mouth and struggling to rise.
Just then a thin tremor of a voice was heard from above. It was the captain; who, happening to
ascend to the quarter-deck at the commencement of the scuffle, would gladly have returned to the
cabin, but was prevented by the fear of ridicule. As the din increased, and it became evident that
his officer was in serious trouble, he thought it would never do to stand leaning over the bulwarks,
so he made his appearance on the forecastle, resolved, as his best policy, to treat the matter lightly.
“Why, why,” he begun, speaking pettishly, and very fast, “what’s all this about?—Mr. Jermin,
Mr. Jermin—carpenter, carpenter; what are you doing down there? Come on deck; come on
deck.”Whereupon Doctor Long Ghost cries out in a squeak, “Ah! Miss Guy, is that you? Now, my
dear, go right home, or you’ll get hurt.”
“Pooh, pooh! you, sir, whoever you are, I was not speaking to you; none of your nonsense. Mr.
Jermin, I was talking to you; have the kindness to come on deck, sir; I want to see you.”
“And how, in the devil’s name, am I to get there?” cried the mate, furiously. “Jump down here,
Captain Guy, and show yourself a man. Let me up, you Chips! unhand me, I say! Oh! I’ll pay you
for this, some day! Come on, Captain Guy!”
At this appeal, the poor man was seized with a perfect spasm of fidgets. “Pooh, pooh, carpenter;
have done with your nonsense! Let him up, sir; let him up! Do you hear? Let Mr. Jermm come on
deck!”
“Go along with you, Paper Jack,” replied Beauty; “this quarrel’s between the mate and me; so go
aft, where you belong!”
As the captain once more dipped his head down the scuttle to make answer, from an unseen
hand he received, full in the face, the contents of a tin can of soaked biscuit and tea-leaves. e
doctor was not far off just then. Without waiting for anything more, the discomfited gentleman,
with both hands to his streaming face, retreated to the quarter-deck.
A few moments more, and Jermin, forced to a compromise, followed aer, in his torn frock and
scarred face, looking for all the world as if he had just disentangled himself from some intricate
piece of machinery. For about half an hour both remained in the cabin, where the mate’s rough
tones were heard high above the low, smooth voice of the captain.
Of all his conflicts with the men, this was the first in which Jermin had been worsted; and he
was proportionably enraged. Upon going below—as the steward aerward told us—he bluntly
informed Guy that, for the future, he might look out for his ship himself; for his part, he had done
with her, if that was the way he allowed his officers to be treated. Aer many high words, the
captain finally assured him that, the first fitting opportunity, the carpenter should be cordially
flogged; though, as matters stood, the experiment would be a hazardous one. Upon this Jermin
reluctantly consented to drop the matter for the present; and he soon drowned all thoughts of it in
a can of flip, which Guy had previously instructed the steward to prepare, as a sop to allay his
wrath.
Nothing more ever came of this.
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what happened at hytyhoo.
LESS than forty-eight hours aer leaving Nukuheva, the blue, looming island of St. Christina
greeted us from afar. Drawing near the shore, the grim, black spars and waspish hull of a small
man-of-war cra crept into view; the masts and yards lined distinctly against the sky. She was
riding to her anchor in the bay, and proved to be a French corvette.
is pleased our captain exceedingly, and, coming on deck, he examined her from the mizzen
rigging with his glass. His original intention was not to let go an anchor; but, counting upon the
assistance of the corvette in case of any difficulty, he now changed his mind, and anchored
alongside of her. As soon as a boat could be lowered, he then went off to pay his respects to the
commander, and, moreover, as we supposed, to concert measures for the apprehension of the
runaways.
Returning in the course of twenty minutes, he brought along with him two officers in undress
and whiskers, and three or four drunken obstreperous old chiefs; one with his legs thrust into the
armholes of a scarlet vest, another with a pair of spurs on his heels, and a third in a cocked hat and
feather. In addition to these articles, they merely wore the ordinary costume of their race—a slip of
native cloth about the loins. Indecorous as their behaviour was, these worthies turned out to be a
deputation from the reverend the clergy of the island; and the object of their visit was to put our
ship under a rigorous “Taboo,” to prevent the disorderly scenes and facilities for desertion which
would ensue, were the natives—men and women—allowed to come off to us freely.
ere was little ceremony about the matter. e priests went aside for a moment, laid their
shaven old crowns together, and went over a little mummery. Whereupon, their leader tore a long
strip from his girdle of white tappa, and handed it to one of the French officers, who, aer
explaining what was to be done, gave it to Jermin. e mate at once went out to the end of the
flying jib boom, and fastened there the mystic symbol of the ban. is put to flight a party of girls
who had been observed swimming toward us. Tossing their arms about, and splashing the water
like porpoises, with loud cries of “taboo! taboo!” they turned about and made for the shore.
e night of our arrival, the mate and the Mowree were to stand “watch and watch,” relieving
each other every four hours; the crew, as is sometimes customary when lying at an anchor, being
allowed to remain all night below. A distrust of the men, however, was, in the present instance, the
principal reason for this proceeding. Indeed, it was all but certain, that some kind of attempt would
be made at desertion; and therefore, when Jermin’s first watch came on at eight bells (midnight)—
by which time all was quiet—he mounted to the deck with a flask of spirits in one hand, and the
other in readiness to assail the first countenance that showed itself above the forecastle scuttle.
us prepared, he doubtless meant to stay awake; but for all that, he before long fell asleep; and
slept with such hearty good-will too, that the men who le us that night might have been waked
up by his snoring. Certain it was, the mate snored most strangely; and no wonder, with that
crooked bugle of his. When he came to himself it was just dawn, but quite light enough to show
two boats gone from the side. In an instant he knew what had happened.
Dragging the Mowree out of an old sail where he was napping, he ordered him to clear away
another boat, and then darted into the cabin to tell the captain the news. Springing on deck again,
he drove down into the forecastle for a couple of oarsmen, but hardly got there before there was a
cry, and a loud splash heard over the side. It was the Mowree and the boat—into which he had just
leaped to get ready for lowering—rolling over and over in the water.
e boat having at nightfall been hoisted up to its place over the starboard quarter, someone
had so cut the tackles which held it there, that a moderate strain would at once part them. Bembo’s
weight had answered the purpose, showing that the deserters must have ascertained his specific
gravity to a fibre of hemp. ere was another boat remaining ; but it was as well to examine itbefore attempting to lower. And it was well they did; for there was a hole in the bottom large
enough to drop a barrel through: she had been scuttled most ruthlessly.
Jermin was frantic. Dashing his hat upon deck, he was about to plunge overboard and swim to
the corvette for a cutter, when Captain Guy made his appearance and begged him to stay where he
was. By this time the officer of the deck aboard the Frenchman had noticed our movements, and
hailed to know what had happened. Guy informed him through his trumpet, and men to go in
pursuit were instantly promised. ere was a whistling of a boatswain’s pipe, an order or two, and
then a large cutter pulled out from the man-of-war’s stern, and in half a dozen strokes was
alongside. The mate leaped into her, and they pulled rapidly ashore.
Another cutter, carrying an armed crew, soon followed.
In an hour’s time the first returned, towing the two whale-boats, which had been found turned
up like tortoises on the beach.
Noon came, and nothing more was heard from the deserters. Meanwhile Doctor Long Ghost
and myself lounged about, cultivating an acquaintance, and gazing upon the shore scenery. e
bay was as calm as death; the sun high and hot; and occasionally a still gliding canoe stole out from
behind the headlands, and shot across the water.
And all the morning long our sick men limped about the deck, casting wistful glances inland,
where the palm-trees waved and beckoned them into their reviving shades. Poor invalid rascals!
How conducive to the restoration of their shattered health would have been those delicious groves!
But hard-hearted Jermin assured them, with an oath, that foot of theirs should never touch the
beach.
Toward sunset a crowd was seen coming down to the water. In advance of all were the fugitives
—bareheaded—their frocks and trousers hanging in tatters, every face covered with blood and
dust, and their arms pinioned behind them with green thongs. Following them up, was a shouting
rabble of islanders, pricking them with the points of their long spears, the party from the corvette
menacing them in flank with their naked cutlasses.
e bonus of a musket to the King of the Bay, and the promise of a tumblerful of powder for
every man caught, had set the whole population on their track; and so successful was the hunt, that
not only were that morning’s deserters brought back, but five of those le behind on a former
visit. e natives, however, were the mere hounds of the chase, raising the game in their coverts,
but leaving the securing of it to the Frenchmen. Here, as elsewhere, the islanders have no idea of
taking part in such a scuffle as ensues upon the capture of a party of desperate seamen.
e runaways were at once brought aboard, and, though they looked rather sulky, soon came
round, and treated the whole affair as a frolicsome adventure.
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we touch at la dominica.
FEARFUL of spending another night at Hytyhoo, Captain Guy caused the ship to be got under
way shortly after dark.
e next morning, when all supposed that we were fairly embarked for a long cruise, our course
was suddenly altered for La Dominica, or Hivarhoo, an island just north of the one we had quitted.
e object of this, as we learned, was to procure, if possible, several English sailors, who, according
to the commander of the corvette, had recently gone ashore there from an American whaler, and
were desirous of shipping aboard one of their own country vessels.
We made the land in the aernoon, coming abreast of a shady glen opening from a deep bay,
and winding by green denies far out of sight. “Hands by the weather-main-brace!” roared the
mate, jumping up on the bulwarks; and in a moment the prancing Julia, suddenly arrested in her
course, bridled her head like a steed reined in, while the foam flaked under her bows.
is was the place where we expected to obtain the men; so a boat was at once got in readiness
to go ashore. Now it was necessary to provide a picked crew—men the least likely to abscond.
Aer considerable deliberation on the part of the captain and mate, four of the seamen were
pitched upon as the most trustworthy; or rather they were selected from a choice assortment of
suspicious characters as being of an inferior order of rascality.
Armed with cutlasses all round—the natives were said to be an ugly set—they were followed
over the side by the invalid captain, who, on this occasion, it seems, was determined to signalize
himself. Accordingly, in addition to his cutlass, he wore an old boarding belt, in which was thrust a
brace of pistols. They at once shoved off.
My friend Long Ghost had, among other things which looked somewhat strange in a ship’s
forecastle, a capital spy-glass, and on the present occasion we had it in use.
When the boat neared the head of the inlet, though invisible to the naked eye, it was plainly
revealed by the glass; looking no bigger than an egg-shell, and the men diminished to pigmies.
At last, borne on what seemed a long flake of foam, the tiny cra shot up the beach amid a
shower of sparkles. Not a soul was there. Leaving one of their number by the water, the rest of the
pigmies stepped ashore, looking about them very circumspectly, pausing now and then hand to ear,
and peering under a dense grove which swept down within a few paces of the sea. No one came,
and to all appearances everything was as still as the grave. Presently he with the pistols, followed by
the rest flourishing their bodkins, entered the wood and were soon lost to view. ey did not stay
long; probably anticipating some inhospitable ambush were they to stray any distance up the glen.
In a few moments they embarked again, and were soon riding pertly over the waves of the bay.
All of a sudden the captain started to his feet—the boat spun round, and again made for the shore.
Some twenty or thirty natives armed with spears which through the glass looked like reeds, had
just come out of the grove, and were apparently shouting to the strangers not to be in such a hurry,
but return and be sociable. But they were somewhat distrusted, for the boat paused about its length
from the beach, when the captain standing up in its head delivered an address in pantomime, the
object of which seemed to be, that the islanders should draw near. One of them stepped forward
and made answer, seemingly again urging the strangers not to be diffident, but beach their boat.
e captain declined, tossing his arms about in another pantomime. In the end he said something
which made them shake their spears; whereupon he fired a pistol among them, which set the
whole party running ; while one poor little fellow, dropping his spear and clapping his hand behind
him, limped away in a manner which almost made me itch to get a shot at his assailant.
Wanton acts of cruelty like this are not unusual on the part of sea captains landing at islands
comparatively unknown. Even at the Pomotu group, but a day’s sail from Tahiti, the islanders
coming down to the shore have several times been fired at by trading schooners passing throughtheir narrow channels; and this too as a mere amusement on the part of the ruffians.
Indeed, it is almost incredible, the light in which many sailors regard these naked heathens.
ey hardly consider them human. But it is a curious fact, that the more ignorant and degraded
men are, the more contemptuously they look upon those whom they deem their inferiors.
All powers of persuasion being thus lost upon these foolish savages, and no hope le of holding
further intercourse, the boat returned to the ship.
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what happened at hannamanoo.
ON the other side of the island was the large and populous bay of Hannamanoo, where the men
sought might yet be found. But as the sun was setting by the time the boat came alongside, we got
our offshore tacks aboard and stood away for an offing. About daybreak we wore, and ran in, and
by the time the sun was well up, entered the long, narrow channel dividing the islands of La
Dominica and St. Christina.
On one hand was a range of steep green bluffs hundreds of feet high, the white huts of the
natives here and there nestling like birds’ nests in deep cles gushing with verdure. Across the
water, the land rolled away in bright hillsides, so warm and undulating that they seemed almost to
palpitate in the sun. On we swept, past bluff and grove, wooded glen and valley, and dark ravines
lighted up far inland with wild falls of water. A fresh land-breeze filled our sails, the embayed
waters were gentle as a lake, and every wave broke with a tinkle against our coppered prow.
On gaining the end of the channel we rounded a point, and came full upon the bay of
Hannamanoo. is is the only harbour of any note about the island, though as far as a safe
anchorage is concerned it hardly deserves the title.
Before we held any communication with the shore, an incident occurred which may convey
some further idea of the character of our crew.
Having approached as near the land as we could prudently, our headway was stopped, and we
awaited the arrival of a canoe which was coming out of the bay. All at once we got into a strong
current, which swept us rapidly toward a rocky promontory forming one side of the harbour. e
wind had died away; so two boats were at once lowered for the purpose of pulling the ship’s head
round. Before this could be done, the eddies were whirling upon all sides, and the rock so near that
it seemed as if one might leap upon it from the masthead. Notwithstanding the speechless fright of
the captain, and the hoarse shouts of the unappalled Jennin, the men handled the ropes as
deliberately as possible, some of them chuckling at the prospect of going ashore, and others so
eager for the vessel to strike, that they could hardly contain themselves. Unexpectedly a
countercurrent befriended us, and assisted by the boats we were soon out of danger.
What a disappointment for our crew! All their little plans for swimming ashore from the
wreck, and having a fine time of it for the rest of their days, thus cruelly nipped in the bud.
Soon aer, the canoe came alongside. In it were eight or ten natives, comely, vivacious-looking
youths, all gesture and exclamation; the red feathers in their head-bands perpetually nodding.
With them also came a stranger, a renegade from Christendom and humanity—a white man, in
the South Sea girdle, and tattooed in the face. A broad blue band stretched across his face from ear
to ear, and on his forehead was the taper figure of a blue shark, nothing but fins from head to tail.
Some of us gazed upon this man with a feeling akin to horror, no ways abated when informed
that he had voluntarily submitted to this embellishment of his countenance. What an impress! Far
worse than Cain’s— his was perhaps a wrinkle, or a freckle, which some of our modern cosmetics
might have effaced; but the blue shark was a mark indelible, which all the waters of Abana and
Pharpar, rivers of Damascus, could never wash out. He was an Englishman, Lem Hardy he called
himself, who had deserted from a trading brig touching at the island for wood and water some ten
years previous. He had gone ashore as a sovereign power armed with a musket and a bag of
ammunition, and ready if need were, to prosecute war on his own account. e country was
divided by the hostile kings of several large valleys. With one of them, from whom he first
received overtures, he formed an alliance, and became what he now was, the military leader of the
tribe, and war-god of the entire island.
His campaigns beat Napoleon’s. In one night attack, his invincible musket, backed by the light
infantry of spears and javelins, vanquished two clans, and the next morning brought all the othersto the feet of his royal ally.
Nor was the rise of his domestic fortunes at all behind the Corsican’s: three days aer landing,
the exquisitely tattooed hand of a princess was his; receiving along with the damsel as her portion,
one thousand fathoms of fine tappa, fiy double-braided mats of split grass, four hundred hogs, ten
houses in different parts of her native valley, and the sacred protection of an express edict of the
Taboo, declaring his person inviolable for ever.
Now, this man was settled for life, perfectly satisfied with his circumstances, and feeling no
desire to return to his friends.
“Friends,” indeed, he had none. He told me his history. rown upon the world a foundling,
his paternal origin was as much a mystery to him as the genealogy of Odin; and, scorned by
everybody, he fled the parish workhouse when a boy, and launched upon the sea. He had followed
it for several years, a dog before the mast, and now he had thrown it up for ever.
And for the most part, it is just this sort of men—so many of whom are found among sailors—
uncared for by a single soul, without ties, reckless, and impatient of the restraints of civilization,
who are occasionally found quite at home upon the savage islands of the Pacific. And, glancing at
their hard lot in their own country, what marvel at their choice?
According to the renegado, there was no other white man on the island; and as the captain
could have no reason to suppose that Hardy intended to deceive us, he concluded that the
Frenchmen were in some way or other mistaken in what they had told us. However, when our
errand was made known to the rest of our visitors, one of them, a fine, stalwart fellow, his face all
eyes and expression, volunteered for a cruise. All the wages he asked was a red shirt, a pair of
trousers, and a hat, which were to be put on there and then; besides a plug of tobacco and a pipe.
e bargain was struck directly; but Wymontoo aerward came in with a codicil, to the effect that
a friend of his, who had come along with him, should be given ten whole sea-biscuits, without
crack or flaw, twenty perfectly new and symmetrically straight nails, and one jack-knife. is
being agreed to, the articles were at once handed over; the native receiving them with great avidity,
and in the absence of clothing, using his mouth as a pocket to put the nails in. Two of them,
however, were first made to take the place of a pair of ear-ornaments, curiously fashioned out of
bits of whitened wood.
It now began breezing strongly from seaward, and no time was to be lost in getting away from
the land; so aer an affecting rubbing of noses between our new shipmate and his countrymen, we
sailed away with him.
To our surprise, the farewell shouts from the canoe, as we dashed along under bellied royals,
were heard unmoved by our islander; but it was not long thus. at very evening, when the dark
blue of his native hills sunk in the horizon, the poor savage leaned over the bulwarks, dropped his
head upon his chest, and gave way to irrepressible emotions. e ship was plunging hard, and
Wymontoo, sad to tell, in addition to his other pangs, was terribly sea-sick.
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the tattooers of la dominica.
FOR a while leaving Little Jule to sail away by herself, I will here put down some curious
information obtained from Hardy.
e renegado had lived so long on the island that its customs were quite familiar; and I much
lamented that, from the shortness of our stay, he could not tell us more than he did.
From the little intelligence gathered, however, I learned to my surprise that, in some things, the
people of Hivarhoo, though of the same group of islands, differed considerably from my tropical
friends in the valley of Typee.
As his tattooing attracted so much remark, Hardy had a good deal to say concerning the manner
in which that art was practised upon the island.
roughout the entire cluster the tattooers of Hivarhoo enjoyed no small reputation. ey had
carried their art to the highest perfection, and the profession was esteemed most honourable. No
wonder, then, that like genteel tailors, they rated their services very high; so much so that none but
those belonging to the higher classes could afford to employ them. So true was this, that the
elegance of one’s tattooing was in most cases a sure indication of birth and riches.
Professors in large practice lived in spacious houses, divided by screens of tappa into numerous
little apartments, where subjects were waited upon in private. e arrangement chiefly grew out of
a singular ordinance of the Taboo, which enjoined the strictest privacy upon all men, high and
low, while under the hands of a tattooer. For the time, the slightest intercourse with others is
prohibited, and the small portion of food allowed is pushed under the curtain by an unseen hand.
e restriction with regard to food, is intended to reduce the blood, so as to diminish the
inflammation consequent upon puncturing the skin. As it is, this comes on very soon, and takes
some time to heal; so that the period of seclusion generally embraces many days, sometimes several
weeks.
All traces of soreness vanished, the subject goes abroad; but only again to return; for, on account
of the pain, only a small surface can be operated upon at once; and as the whole body is to be more
or less embellished by a process so slow, the studios alluded to are constantly filled. Indeed, with a
vanity elsewhere unheard of, many spend no small portion of their days thus sitting to an artist.
To begin the work, the period of adolescence is esteemed the most suitable. Aer casting about
for some eminent tattooer, the friends of the youth take him to his house to have the outlines of
the general plan laid out. It behoves the professor to have a nice eye, for a suit to be worn for life
should be well cut.
Some tattooers, yearning aer perfection, employ, at large wages, one or two men of the
commonest order—vile fellows, utterly regardless of appearances, upon whom they first try their
patterns and practise generally. eir backs remorselessly scrawled over, and no more canvas
remaining, they are dismissed and ever after go about, the scorn of their countrymen.
Hapless wights! thus martyred in the cause of the Fine Arts.
Beside the regular practitioners, there are a parcel of shabby, itinerant tattooers, who, by virtue
of their calling, stroll unmolested from one hostile bay to another, doing their work dog-cheap for
the multitude. ey always repair to the various religious festivals, which gather great crowds.
When these are concluded, and the places where they are held vacated even by the tattooers, scores
of little tents of coarse tappa are le standing, each with a solitary inmate, who, forbidden to talk
to his unseen neighbours, is obliged to stay there till completely healed. e itinerants are a
reproach to their profession, mere cobblers, dealing in nothing but jagged lines and clumsy
patches, and utterly incapable of soaring to those heights of fancy attained by the gentlemen of the
faculty.
All professors of the arts love to fraternize; and so, in Hannamanoo, the tattooers came togetherin the chapters of their worshipful order. In this society, duly organized, and conferring degrees,
Hardy, from his influence as a white, was a sort of honorary Grand Master. e blue shark, and a
sort of Urim and ummim engraven upon his chest, were the seal of his initiation. All over
Hivarhoo are established these orders of tattooers. e way in which the renegado’s came to be
founded is this. A year or two aer his landing there happened to be a season of scarcity, owing to
the partial failure of the breadfruit harvest for several consecutive seasons. is brought about such
a falling off in the number of subjects for tattooing that the profession became quite needy. e
royal ally of Hardy, however, hit upon a benevolent expedient to provide for their wants, at the
same time conferring a boon upon many of his subjects.
By sound of conch-shell it was proclaimed before the palace, on the beach, and at the head of
the valley, that Noomai, King of Hannamanoo, and friend of Hardee-Hardee, the white, kept
open heart and table for all tattooers whatsoever; but to entitle themselves to this hospitality, they
were commanded to practise without fee upon the meanest native soliciting their services.
Numbers at once flocked to the royal abode, both artists and sitters. It was a famous time; and
the buildings of the palace being “taboo” to all but the tattooers and chiefs, the sitters bivouacked
on the common, and formed an extensive encampment.
e “Lora Tattoo,” or the Time of Tattooing, will be long remembered. An enthusiastic sitter
celebrated the event in verse. Several lines were repeated to us by Hardy, some of which, in a sort
of colloquial chant he translated nearly thus:
“Where is that sound?
In Hannamanoo.
And wherefore that sound?
The sound of a hundred hammers,
Tapping, tapping, tapping
The shark teeth.(2)
“Where is that light?
Round about the king’s house,
And the small laughter?
The small, merry laughter it is
Of the sons and daughters of the tattooed.”
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we steer to the westward—state of affairs.
THE night we le Hannamanoo was bright and starry, and so warm that, when the watches were
relieved, most of the men, instead of going below, flung themselves around the foremast.
Toward morning, finding the heat of the forecastle unpleasant, I ascended to the deck where
everything was noiseless. e Trades were blowing with a mild, steady strain upon the canvas, and
the ship heading right out into the immense blank of the Western Pacific. e watch were asleep.
With one foot resting on the rudder, even the man at the helm nodded, and the mate himself,
with arms folded, was leaning against the capstan.
On such a night, and all alone, reverie was inevitable. I leaned over the side, and could not help
thinking of the strange objects we might be sailing over.
But my meditations were soon interrupted by a gray, spectral shadow cast over the heaving
billows. It was the dawn, soon followed by the first rays of the morning. ey flashed into view at
one end of the arched night, like—to compare great things with small—the gleamings of Guy
Fawkes’s lantern in the vaults of the Parliament House. Before long, what seemed a live ember
rested for a moment on the rim of the ocean, and at last the blood-red sun stood full and round in
the level East, and the long sea-day began.
Breakfast over, the first thing attended to was the formal baptism of Wymontoo, who, aer
thinking over his affairs during the night, looked dismal enough.
ere were various opinions as to a suitable appellation. Some maintained that we ought to call
him “Sunday,” that being the day we caught him; others, “Eighteen Forty-two,” the then year of
our Lord; while Doctor Long Ghost remarked that he ought, by all means, to retain his original
name,—Wymontoo-Hee, meaning (as he maintained), in the figurative language of the island,
something analogous to one who had got himself into a scrape. e mate put an end to the
discussion by sousing the poor fellow with a bucket of salt water, and bestowing upon him the
nautical appellation of “Luff.”
ough a certain mirthfulness succeeded his first pangs at leaving home, Wymontoo—we will
call him thus—gradually relapsed into his former mood, and became very melancholy. Oen I
noticed him crouching apart in the forecastle, his strange eyes gleaming restlessly, and watching
the slightest movement of the men. Many a time he must have been thinking of his bamboo hut,
when they were talking of Sydney and its dance-houses.
We were now fairly at sea, though to what particular cruising-ground we were going, no one
knew; and, to all appearances, few cared. e men, aer a fashion of their own, began to settle
down into the routine of sea-life, as if everything was going on prosperously. Blown along over a
smooth sea, there was nothing to do but steer the ship, and relieve the “look-outs” at the
mastheads. As for the sick, they had two or three more added to their number—the air of the island
having disagreed with the constitutions of several of the runaways. To crown all, the captain again
relapsed, and became quite ill.
e men fit for duty were divided into two small watches, headed respectively by the mate and
the Mowree; the latter by virtue of his being a harpooner, succeeding to the place of the second
mate, who had absconded.
In this state of things whaling was out of the question; but in the face of everything, Jermin
maintained that the invalids would soon be well. However that might be, with the same pale Hue
sky overhead, we kept running steadily to the westward. Forever advancing, we seemed always in
the same place, and every day was the former lived over again. We saw no ships, expected to see
none. No sign of life was perceptible but the porpoises and other fish sporting under the bows like
pups ashore. But, at intervals, the gray albatross, peculiar to these seas, came flapping his immense
wings over us, and then skimmed away silently as if from a plague-ship. Or flights of the tropicbird, known among seamen as the “boatswain,” wheeled round and round us, whistling shrilly as
they flew.
e uncertainty hanging over our destination at this time, and the fact that we were abroad
upon waters comparatively little traversed, lent an interest to this portion of the cruise which I
shall never forget.
From obvious prudential considerations the Pacific has been principally sailed over in known
tracts, and this is the reason why new islands are still occasionally discovered by exploring ships and
adventurous whalers notwithstanding the great number of vessels of all kinds of late navigating this
vast ocean. Indeed, considerable portions still remain wholly unexplored; and there is doubt as to
the actual existence of certain shoals, and reefs, and small clusters of islands vaguely laid down in
the charts. e mere circumstance, therefore, of a ship like ours penetrating into these regions, was
sufficient to cause any reflecting mind to feel at least a little uneasy. For my own part, the many
stories I had heard of ships striking at midnight upon unknown rocks, with all sail set, and a
slumbering crew, oen recurred to me, especially, as from the absence of discipline, and our being
so shorthanded, the watches at night were careless in the extreme.
But no thoughts like these were entertained by my reckless shipmates; and along we went, the
sun every evening setting right ahead of our jib boom.
For what reason the mate was so reserved with regard to our precise destination was never made
known. e stories he told us, I, for one, did not believe; deeming them all a mere device to lull
the crew.
He said we were bound to a fine cruising ground, scarcely known to other whalemen, which he
had himself discovered when commanding a small brig upon a former voyage. Here, the sea was
alive with large whales, so tame that all you had to do was to go up and kill them: they were too
frightened to resist. A little to leeward of this was a small cluster of islands, where we were going to
refit, abounding with delicious fruits, and peopled by a race almost wholly unsophisticated by
intercourse with strangers.
In order, perhaps, to guard against the possibility of anyone finding out the precise latitude and
longitude of the spot we were going to, Jermin never revealed to us the ship’s place at noon,
though such is the custom aboard of most vessels.
Meanwhile, he was very assiduous in his attention to the invalids. Doctor Long Ghost having
given up the keys of the medicine-chest, they were handed over to him; and, as physician, he
discharged his duties to the satisfaction of all. Pills and powders, in most cases, were thrown to the
fish, and in place thereof, the contents of a mysterious little quarter cask were produced, diluted
with water from the “butt.” His draughts were mixed on the capstan, in cocoa-nut shells marked
with the patients’ names. Like shore doctors, he did not eschew his own medicines, for his
professional calls in the forecastle were sometimes made when he was comfortably tipsy: nor did
he omit keeping his invalids in good-humour, spinning his yarns to them, by the hour, whenever
he went to see them.
Owing to my lameness, from which I soon began to recover, I did no active duty, except
standing an occasional “trick” at the helm. It was in the forecastle chiefly, that I spent my time, in
company with the Long Doctor, who was at great pains to make himself agreeable. His books,
though sadly torn and tattered, were an invaluable resource. I read them through again and again,
including a learned treatise on the yellow fever. In addition to these, he had an old file of Sydney
papers, and I soon became intimately acquainted with the localities of all the advertising tradesmen
there. In particular, the rhetorical flourishes of Stubbs, the real-estate auctioneer, diverted me
exceedingly, and I set him down as no other than a pupil of Robins the Londoner.
Aside from the pleasure of his society, my intimacy with Long Ghost was of great service to me
in other respects. His disgrace in the cabin only confirmed the good-will of the democracy in the
forecastle; and they not only treated him in the most friendly manner, but looked up to him with
the utmost deference, besides laughing heartily at all his jokes. As his chosen associate, this feeling
for him extended to me, and gradually we came to be regarded in the light of distinguished guests.
At meal-times we were always first served, and otherwise were treated with much respect.
Among other devices to kill time, during the frequent calms, Long Ghost hit upon the game ofchess. With a jack-knife, we carved the pieces quite tastefully out of bits of wood, and our board
was the middle of a chest-lid, chalked into squares, which, in playing, we straddled at either end.
Having no other suitable way of distinguishing the sets, I marked mine by tying round them little
scarfs of black silk, torn from an old neck-handkerchief. Putting them in mourning this way, the
doctor said, was quite appropriate, seeing that they had reason to feel sad three games out of four.
Of chess, the men never could make head nor tail; indeed, their wonder rose to such a pitch that
they at last regarded the mysterious movements of the game with something more than perplexity;
and aer puzzling over them through several long engagements, they came to the conclusion that
we must be a couple of necromancers.
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a sea-parlour described, with some of its tenants.
I MIGHT as well give some idea of the place in which the doctor and I lived together so sociably.
Most persons know that a ship’s forecastle embraces the forward part of the deck about the
bowsprit: the same term, however, is generally bestowed upon the sailors’ sleeping-quarters, which
occupy a space immediately beneath, and are partitioned off by a bulkhead.
Planted right in the bows, or, as sailors say, in the very eyes of the ship, this delightful apartment
is of a triangular shape, and is generally fitted with two tiers of rude bunks. ose of the Julia were
in a most deplorable condition, mere wrecks, some having been torn down altogether to patch up
others; and on one side there were but two standing. But with most of the men it made little
difference whether they had a bunk or not, since, having no bedding, they had nothing to put in it
but themselves.
Upon the boards of my own crib I spread all the old canvas and old clothes I could pick up. For
a pillow, I wrapped an old jacket round a log. is helped a little the wear and tear of one’s bones
when the ship rolled.
Rude hammocks made out of old sails were in many cases used as substitutes for the demolished
bunks; but the space they swung in was so confined that they were far from being agreeable.
e general aspect of the forecastle was dungeon-like and dingy in the extreme. In the first
place, it was not five feet from deck to deck and even this space was encroached upon by two
outlandish cross-timbers bracing the vessel, and by the sailors’ chests, over which you must needs
crawl in getting about. At meal-times, and especially when we indulged in aer-dinner chat, we sat
about the chests like a parcel of tailors.
In the middle of all were two square, wooden columns, denominated in marine architecture
“Bowsprit Bitts.” ey were about a foot apart, and between them, by a rusty chain, swung the
forecastle lamp, burning day and night, and forever casting two long black shadows. Lower down,
between the bitts, was a locker, or sailors’ pantry, kept in abominable disorder, and sometimes
requiring a vigorous cleaning and fumigation.
All over, the ship was in a most dilapidated condition; but in the forecastle it looked like the
hollow of an old tree going to decay. In every direction the wood was damp and discoloured, and
here and there so and porous. Moreover, it was hacked and hewed without mercy, the cook
frequently helping himself to splinters for kindling-wood from the bitts and beams. Overhead,
every carline was sooty, and here and there deep holes were burned in them, a freak of some
drunken sailors on a voyage long previous.
From above, you entered by a plank, with two elects, slanting down from the scuttle, which was
a mere hole in the deck. ere being no slide to draw over in case of emergency, the tarpaulin
temporarily placed there was little protection from the spray heaved over the bows; so that in
anything of a breeze the place was miserably wet. In a squall, the water fairly poured down in
sheets like a cascade, swashing about, and aerward spirting up between the chests like the jets of a
fountain.
Such were our accommodations aboard of the Julia; but bad as they were, we had not the
undisputed possession of them. Myriads of cockroaches, and regiments of rats disputed the place
with us. A greater calamity than this can scarcely befall a vessel in the South Seas.
So warm is the climate that it is almost impossible to get rid of them. You may seal up every
hatchway, and fumigate the hull till the smoke forces itself out at the seams, and enough will
survive to repeople the ship in an incredibly short period. In some vessels, the crews of which aer
a hard fight have given themselves up, as it were, for lost, the vermin seem to take actual
possession, the sailors being mere tenants by sufferance. With Sperm Whalemen, hanging about
the Line, as many of them do for a couple of years on a stretch, it is infinitely worse than withother vessels.
As for the Julia, these creatures never had such free and easy times as they did in her crazy old
hull; every chink and cranny swarmed with them; they did not live among you, but you among
them. So true was this, that the business of eating and drinking was better done in the dark than in
the light of day.
Concerning the cockroaches, there was an extraordinary phenomenon, for which none of us
could ever account.
Every night they had a jubilee. e first symptom was an unusual clustering and humming
among the swarms lining the beams overhead, and the inside of the sleeping-places. is was
succeeded by a prodigious coming and going on the part of those living out of sight Presently they
all came forth; the larger sort racing over the chests and planks; winged monsters darting to and
fro in the air; and the small fry buzzing in heaps almost in a state of fusion.
On the first alarm, all who were able darted on deck; while some of the sick who were too
feeble, lay perfectly quiet—the distracted vermin running over them at pleasure. e performance
lasted some ten minutes, during which no hive ever hummed louder. Oen it was lamented by us
that the time of the visitation could never be predicted; it was liable to come upon us at any hour
of the night, and what a relief it was, when it happened to fall in the early part of the evening.
Nor must I forget the rats: they did not forget me. Tame as Trenck’s mouse, they stood in their
holes peering at you like old grandfathers in a doorway. Oen they darted in upon us at
mealtimes, and nibbled our food. e first time they approached Wymontoo, he was actually
frightened; but becoming accustomed to it, he soon got along with them much better than the
rest. With curious dexterity he seized the animals by their legs, and flung them up the scuttle to
find a watery grave.
But I have a story of my own to tell about these rats. One day the cabin steward made me a
present of some molasses, which I was so choice of that I kept it hid away in a tin can in the
farthest corner of my bunk.. Faring as we did, this molasses dropped upon a biscuit was a positive
luxury, which I shared with none but the doctor, and then only in private. And sweet as the treacle
was, how could bread thus prepared and eaten in secret be otherwise than pleasant?
One night our precious can ran low, and in canting it over in the dark, something beside the
molasses slipped out. How long it had been there, kind Providence never revealed; nor were we
over anxious to know; for we hushed up the bare thought as quickly as possible. e creature
certainly died a luscious death, quite equal to Clarence’s in the butt of Malmsey.
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doctor long ghost a wag—one of his capers.
GRAVE though he was at times, Doctor Long Ghost was a decided wag.
Everyone knows what lovers of fun sailors are ashore—afloat, they are absolutely mad aer it.
So his pranks were duly appreciated.
e poor old black cook! Unlashing his hammock for the night, and finding a wet log fast
asleep in it; and then waking in the morning with his woolly head tarred. Opening his coppers,
and finding an old boot boiling away as saucy as could be, and sometimes cakes of pitch candying
in his oven.
Baltimore’s(3) tribulations were indeed sore; there was no peace for him day nor night. Poor
fellow! he was altogether too good-natured. Say what they will about easy-tempered people, it is far
better, on some accounts, to have the temper of a wolf. Whoever thought of taking liberties with
gruff Black Dan?
e most curious of the doctor’s jokes, was hoisting the men alo by the foot or shoulder, when
they fell asleep on deck during the night-watches.
Ascending from the forecastle on one occasion, he found every soul napping, and forthwith
went about his capers. Fastening a rope’s end to each sleeper, he rove the lines through a number of
blocks, and conducted them all to the windlass; then, by heaving round cheerily, in spite of cries
and struggles, he soon had them dangling alo in all directions by arms and legs. Waked by the
uproar, we rushed up from below, and found the poor fellows swinging in the moonlight from the
tops and lower yard-arms, like a parcel of pirates gibbeted at sea by a cruiser.
Connected with this sort of diversion was another prank of his. During the night some of those
on deck would come below to light a pipe, or take a mouthful of beef and biscuit. Sometimes they
fell asleep; and being missed directly that anything was to be done, their shipmates oen amused
themselves by running them aloft with a pulley dropped down the scuttle from the fore-top.
One night, when all was perfectly still, I lay awake in the forecastle; the lamp was burning low
and thick, and swinging from its blackened beam; and with the uniform motion of the ship, the
men in the bunks rolled slowly from side to side; the hammocks swaying in unison.
Presently I heard a foot upon the ladder, and looking up, saw a wide trousers’ leg. Immediately,
Navy Bob, a stout old Triton, stealthily descended, and at once went to groping in the locker aer
something to eat.
Supper ended, he proceeded to load his pipe. Now, for a good comfortable smoke at sea, there
never was a better place than the Julia’s forecastle at midnight. To enjoy the luxury, one wants to
fall into a kind of dreamy reverie, only known to the children of the weed. And the very
atmosphere of the place, laden as it was with the snores of the sleepers, was inducive of this. No
wonder, then, that aer a while Bob’s head sunk upon his breast; presently his hat fell off, the
extinguished pipe dropped from his mouth, and the next moment he lay out on the chest as
tranquil as an infant.
Suddenly an order was heard on deck, followed by the trampling of feet and the hauling of
rigging. e yards were being braced, and soon aer the sleeper was missed: for there was a
whispered conference over the scuttle.
Directly a shadow glided across the forecastle and noiselessly approached the unsuspecting Bob.
It was one of the watch with the end of a rope leading out of sight up the scuttle. Pausing an
instant, the sailor pressed soly the chest of his victim, sounding his slumbers; and then hitching
the cord to his ankle, returned to the deck.
Hardly was his back turned, when a long limb was thrust from a hammock opposite, and
Doctor Long Ghost, leaping forth warily, whipped the rope from Bob’s ankle, and fastened it like
lightning to a great lumbering chest, the property of the man who had just disappeared.Scarcely was the thing done, when lo! with a thundering bound, the clumsy box was torn from
its fastenings, and banging from side to side, flew toward the scuttle. Here it jammed; and thinking
that Bob, who was as strong as a windlass, was grappling a beam and trying to cut the line, the
jokers on deck strained away furiously. On a sudden, the chest went alo, and striking against the
mast, flew open, raining down on the heads of a party the merciless shower of things too numerous
to mention.
Of course the uproar roused all hands, and when we hurried on deck, there was the owner of the
box, looking aghast at its scattered contents, and with one wandering hand taking the altitude of a
bump on his head.
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death and burial of two of the crew.
THE mirthfulness which at times reigned among us was in strange and shocking contrast with the
situation of some of the invalids. Thus at least did it seem to me, though not to others.
But an event occurred about this period, which, in removing by far the most pitiable cases of
suffering, tended to make less grating to my feelings the subsequent conduct of the crew.
We had been at sea about twenty days, when two of the sick who had rapidly grown worse, died
one night within an hour of each other.
One occupied a bunk right next to mine, and for several days had not risen from it. During this
period he was oen delirious, starting up and glaring around him, and sometimes wildly tossing his
arms.
On the night of his decease, I retired shortly aer the middle watch began, and waking from a
vague dream of horrors, felt something clammy resting on me. It was the sick man’s hand. Two or
three times during the evening previous, he had thrust it into my bunk, and I had quietly removed
it; but now I started and flung it from me. e arm fell stark and stiff, and I knew that he was
dead.
Waking the men, the corpse was immediately rolled up in the strips of blanketing upon which it
lay, and carried on deck. e mate was then called, and preparations made for an instantaneous’
burial. Laying the body out on the forehatch, it was stitched up in one of the hammocks, some
“kentledge” being placed at the feet instead of shot. is done, it was borne to the gangway, and
placed on a plank laid across the bulwarks. Two men supported the inside end. By way of
solemnity, the ship’s headway was then stopped by hauling aback the main-top-sail.
e mate, who was far from being sober, then staggered up, and holding on to a shroud, gave
the word. As the plank tipped, the body slid off slowly, and fell with a splash into the sea. A bubble
or two, and nothing more was seen.
“Brace forward!” e main-yard swung round to its place, and the ship glided on, whilst the
corpse, perhaps, was still sinking.
We had tossed a shipmate to the sharks, but no one would have thought it, to have gone among
the crew immediately aer. e dead man had been a churlish, unsocial fellow, while alive, and no
favourite; and now that he was no more, little thought was bestowed upon him. All that was said
was concerning the disposal of his chest, which, having been always kept locked, was supposed to
contain money. Someone volunteered to break it open, and distribute its contents, clothing and all,
before the captain should demand it.
While myself and others were endeavouring to dissuade them from this, all started at a cry from
the forecastle. ere could be no one there but two of the sick, unable to crawl on deck. We went
below, and found one of them dying on a chest. He had fallen out of his hammock in a fit, and was
insensible. e eyes were open and fixed, and his breath coming and going convulsively. e men
shrunk from him; but the doctor, taking his hand, held it a few moments in his, and suddenly
letting it fall, exclaimed, “He’s gone!” The body was instantly borne up the ladder.
Another hammock was soon prepared, and the dead sailor stitched up as before. Some
additional ceremony, however, was now insisted upon, and a Bible was called for. But none was to
be had, not even a Prayer Book. When this was made known, Antone, a Portuguese, from the
Cape-de-Verd Islands, stepped up, muttering something over the corpse of his countryman, and,
with his finger, described upon the back of the hammock the figure of a large cross; whereupon it
received the death-launch.
ese two men both perished from the proverbial indiscretions of seamen, heightened by
circumstances apparent; but had either of them been ashore under proper treatment, he would, in
all human probability, have recovered.Behold here the fate of a sailor! They give him the last toss, and no one asks whose child he was.
For the rest of that night there was no more sleep. Many stayed on deck until broad morning,
relating to each other those marvellous tales of the sea which the occasion was calculated to call
forth. Little as I believed in such things, I could not listen to some of these stories unaffected.
Above all was I struck by one of the carpenter’s.
On a voyage to India, they had a fever aboard, which carried off nearly half the crew in the
space of a few days. Aer this the men never went alo in the night-time, except in couples. When
topsails were to be reefed, phantoms were seen at the yard-arm ends; and in tacking ship, voices
called aloud from the tops. e carpenter himself, going with another man to furl the
main-topgallant-sail in a squall, was nearly pushed from the rigging by an unseen hand; and his shipmate
swore that a wet hammock was flirted in his face.
Stories like these were related as gospel truths, by those who declared themselves eye-witnesses.
It is a circumstance not generally known, perhaps, that among ignorant seamen, Philanders, or
Finns, as they are more commonly called, are regarded with peculiar superstition. For some reason
or other, which I never could get at, they are supposed to possess the gi of second sight, and the
power to wreak supernatural vengeance upon those who offend them. On this account they have
great influence among sailors, and two or three with whom I have sailed at different times were
persons well calculated to produce this sort of impression, at least upon minds disposed to believe
in such things.
Now, we had one of these sea-prophets aboard; an old, yellow-haired fellow, who always wore a
rude seal-skin cap of his own make, and carried his tobacco in a large pouch made of the same stuff.
Van, as we called him, was a quiet, inoffensive man, to look at, and, among such a set, his
occasional peculiarities had hitherto passed for nothing. At this time, however, he came out with a
prediction, which was none the less remarkable from its absolute fulfilment, though not exactly in
the spirit in which it was given out.
e night of the burial he laid his hand on the old horseshoe nailed as a charm to the foremast,
and solemnly told us that, in less than three weeks, not one quarter of our number would remain
aboard the ship—by that time they would have left her for ever.
Some laughed; Flash Jack called him an old fool; but among the men generally it produced a
marked effect. For several days a degree of quiet reigned among us, and allusions of such a kind
were made to recent events, as could be attributed to no other cause than the Finn’s omen.
For my own part, what had lately come to pass was not without its influence. It forcibly brought
to mind our really critical condition. Doctor Long Ghost, too, frequently revealed his
apprehensions, and once assured me that he would give much to be safely landed upon any island
around us.
Where we were, exactly, no one but the mate seemed to know, nor whither we were going. e
captain—a mere cipher—was an invalid in his cabin; to say nothing more of so many of his men
languishing in the forecastle.
Our keeping the sea under these circumstances, a matter strange enough at first, now seemed
wholly unwarranted; and added to all was the thought that our fate was absolutely in the hand of
the reckless Jermin. Were anything to happen to him, we would be le without a navigator, for,
according to Jermin himself, he had, from the commencement of the voyage, always kept the
ship’s reckoning, the captain’s nautical knowledge being insufficient.
But considerations like these, strange as it may seem, seldom or never occurred to the crew.
ey were alive only to superstitious fears; and when, in apparent contradiction to the Finn’s
prophecy, the sick men rallied a little, they began to recover their former spirits, and the
recollection of what had occurred insensibly faded from their minds. In a week’s time, the
unworthiness of Little Jule as a sea vessel, always a subject of jest, now became more so than ever.
In the forecastle, Flash Jack, with his knife, oen dug into the dank, rotten planks ribbed between
us and death, and flung away the splinters with some sea joke.
As to the remaining invalids, they were hardly ill enough to occasion any serious apprehension,
at least for the present, in the breasts of such thoughtless beings as themselves. And even those who
suffered the most, studiously refrained from any expression of pain.e truth is, that among sailors as a class, sickness at sea is so heartily detested, and the sick so
little cared for, that the greatest invalid generally strives to mask his sufferings. He has given no
sympathy to others, and he expects none in return. eir conduct, in this respect, so opposed to
their generous-hearted behaviour ashore, painfully affects the landsman on his first intercourse
with them as a sailor.
Sometimes, but seldom, our invalids inveighed against their being kept at sea, where they could
be of no service, when they ought to be ashore and in the way of recovery. But—“Oh! cheer up—
cheer up, my hearties!”—the mate would say. And aer this fashion he put a stop to their
murmurings.
But there was one circumstance, to which heretofore I have but barely alluded, that tended
more than anything else to reconcile many to their situation. is was the receiving regularly,
twice every day, a certain portion of Pisco, which was served out at the capstan, by the steward, in
little tin measures called “tots.”
e lively affection seamen have for strong drink is well known; but in the South Seas, where it
is so seldom to be had, a thoroughbred sailor deems scarcely any price too dear which will purchase
his darling “tot.” Nowadays, American whalemen in the Pacific never think of carrying spirits as a
ration; and aboard of most of them, it is never served out even in times of the greatest hardships.
All Sydney whalemen, however, still cling to the old custom, and carry it as a part of the regular
supplies for the voyage.
In port, the allowance of Pisco was suspended; with a view, undoubtedly, of heightening the
attractions of being out of sight of land.
Now, owing to the absence of proper discipline, our sick, in addition to what they took
medicinally, oen came in for their respective “tots” convivially; and, added to all this, the evening
of the last day of the week was always celebrated by what is styled on board of English vessels “e
Saturday-night bottles.” Two of these were sent down into the forecastle, just aer dark; one for
the starboard watch, and the other for the larboard.
By prescription, the oldest seaman in each claims the treat as his, and, accordingly, pours out the
good cheer and passes it round like a lord doing the honours of his table. But the Saturday-night
bottles were not all. e carpenter and cooper, in sea parlance, Chips and Bungs, who were the
“Cods,” or leaders of the forecastle, in some way or other, managed to obtain an extra supply,
which perpetually kept them in fine aer-dinner spirits, and, moreover, disposed them to look
favourably upon a state of affairs like the present.
But where were the sperm whales all this time? In good sooth, it made little matter where they
were, since we were in no condition to capture them. About this time, indeed, the men came down
from the mast-heads, where, until now, they had kept up the form of relieving each other every
two hours. ey swore they would go there no more. Upon this, the mate carelessly observed that
they would soon be where look-outs were entirely unnecessary, the whales he had in his eye
(though Flash Jack said they were all in his) being so tame that they made a practice of coming
round ships, and scratching their backs against them.
Thus went the world of waters with us, some four weeks or more after leaving Hannamanoo.
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our destination changed.
IT was not long aer the death of the two men, that Captain Guy was reported as fast declining,
and in a day or two more, as dying. e doctor, who previously had refused to enter the cabin
upon any consideration, now relented, and paid his old enemy a professional visit.
He prescribed a warm bath, which was thus prepared. e skylight being removed, a cask was
lowered down into the cabin, and then filled with buckets of water from the ship’s coppers. e
cries of the patient, when dipped into his rude bath, were most painful to hear. ey at last laid
him on the transom, more dead than alive.
at evening, the mate was perfectly sober, and coming forward to the windlass, where we were
lounging, summoned a the doctor, myself, and two or three others of his favourites; when, in the
presence of Bembo the Mowree, he spoke to us thus:
“I have something to say to ye, men. ere’s none but Bembo here as belongs a, so I’ve picked
ye out as the best men for’ard to take counsel with, d’ye see, consarning the ship. e captain’s
anchor is pretty nigh atrip; I shouldn’t wonder if he croaked afore morning. So what’s to be done?
If we have to sew him up, some of those pirates there for’ard may take it into their heads to run off
with the ship, because there’s no one at the tiller. Now, I’ve detarmined what’s best to be done; but
I don’t want to do it unless I’ve good men to back me, and make things all fair and square if ever
we get home again.”
We all asked what his plan was.
“I’ll tell ye what it is, men. If the skipper dies, all agree to obey my orders, and in less than three
weeks I’ll engage to have five hundred barrels of sperm oil under hatches: enough to give every
mother’s son of ye a handful of dollars when we get to Sydney. If ye don’t agree to this, ye won’t
have a farthing coming to ye.(4)”
Doctor Long Ghost at once broke in. He said that such a thing was not to be dreamt of; that if
the captain died, the mate was in duty bound to navigate the ship to the nearest civilized port, and
deliver her up into an English consul’s hands; when, in all probability, aer a run ashore, the crew
would be sent home. Everything forbade the mate’s plan. “Still,” said he, assuming an air of
indifference, “if the men say stick it out, stick it out say I; but in that case, the sooner we get to
those islands of yours the better.”
Something more he went on to say; and from the manner in which the rest regarded him, it was
plain that our fate was in his hands. It was finally resolved upon, that if Captain Guy was no better
in twenty-four hours, the ship’s head should be pointed for the island of Tahiti.
is announcement produced a strong sensation—the sick rallied—and the rest speculated as to
what was next to befall us; while the doctor, without alluding to Guy, congratulated me upon the
prospect of soon beholding a place so famous as the island in question.
e night aer the holding of the council, I happened to go on deck in the middle watch, and
found the yards braced sharp up on the larboard tack, with the South East Trades strong on our
bow. The captain was no better; and we were off for Tahiti.
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rope-yarn.
WHILE gliding along on our way, I cannot well omit some account of a poor devil we had among
us, who went by the name of Rope Yarn, or Ropey.
He was a nondescript who had joined the ship as a landsman. Being so excessively timid and
awkward, it was thought useless to try and make a sailor of him; so he was translated into the cabin
as steward; the man previously filling that post, a good seaman, going among the crew and taking
his place. But poor Ropey proved quite as clumsy among the crockery as in the rigging ; and one
day when the ship was pitching, having stumbled into the cabin with a wooden tureen of soup, he
scalded the officers so that they didn’t get over it in a week. Upon which, he was dismissed, and
returned to the forecastle.
Now, nobody is so heartily despised as a pusillanimous, lazy, good-for-nothing land-lubber; a
sailor has no bowels of compassion for him. Yet, useless as such a character may be in many
respects, a ship’s company is by no means disposed to let him reap any benefit from his
deficiencies. Regarded in the light of a mechanical power, whenever there is any plain, hard work
to be done, he is put to it like a lever; everyone giving him a pry.
en, again, he is set about all the vilest work. Is there a heavy job at tarring to be done, he is
pitched neck and shoulders into a tar-barrel, and set to work at it. Moreover, he is made to fetch
and carry like a dog. Like as not, if the mate sends him aer his quadrant, on the way he is met by
the captain, who orders him to pick some oakum; and while he is hunting up a bit of rope, a sailor
comes along and wants to know what the deuce he’s after, and bids him be off to the forecastle.
“Obey the last order,” is a precept inviolable at sea. So the land-lubber, afraid to refuse to do
anything, rushes about distracted, and does nothing : in the end receiving a shower of kicks and
cuffs from all quarters.
Added to his other hardships, he is seldom permitted to open his mouth unless spoken to; and
then, he might better keep silent. Alas for him! if he should happen to be anything of a droll; for
in an evil hour should he perpetrate a joke, he would never know the last of it.
The witticisms of others, however, upon himself, must be received in the greatest good-humour.
Woe be unto him, if at meal-times he so much as look sideways at the beef-kid before the rest
are helped.
en he is obliged to plead guilty to every piece of mischief which the real perpetrator refuses to
acknowledge; thus taking the place of that sneaking rascal nobody, ashore. In short, there is no end
to his tribulations.
e land-lubber’s spirits oen sink, and the first result of his being moody and miserable is
naturally enough an utter neglect of his toilet.
e sailors perhaps ought to make allowances; but heartless as they are, they do not. No sooner
is his cleanliness questioned than they rise upon him like a mob of the Middle Ages upon a Jew;
drag him into the lee-scuppers, and strip him to the buff. In vain he bawls for mercy; in vain calls
upon the captain to save him.
Alas! I say again, for the land-lubber at sea. He is the veriest wretch the watery world over. And
such was Bope Tarn; of all landlubbers, the most lubberly and most miserable. A forlorn, stunted,
hook-visaged mortal he was too; one of those whom you know at a glance to have been tried hard
and long in the furnace of affliction. His face was an absolute puzzle; though sharp and sallow, it
had neither the wrinkles of age nor the smoothness of youth; so that for the soul of me, I could
hardly tell whether he was twenty-five or fifty.
But to his history. In his better days, it seems he had been a journeyman baker in London,
somewhere about Holborn; and on Sundays wore a Hue coat and metal buttons, and spent his
aernoons in a tavern, smoking his pipe and drinking his ale like a free and easy journeyman bakerthat he was. But this did not last long ; for an intermeddling old fool was the ruin of him. He was
told that London might do very well for elderly gentlemen and invalids; but for a lad of spirit,
Australia was the Land of Promise. In a dark day Ropey wound up his affairs and embarked.
Arriving in Sydney with a small capital, and aer a while waxing snug and comfortable by dint
of hard kneading, he took unto himself a wife; and so far as she was concerned, might then have
gone into the country and retired; for she effectually did his business. In short, the lady worked
him woe in heart and pocket; and in the end, ran off with his till and his foreman. Ropey went to
the sign of the Pipe and Tankard; got fuddled; and over his fih pot meditated suicide—an
intention carried out; for the next day he shipped as landsman aboard the Julia, South Seaman.
e ex-baker would have fared far better, had it not been for his heart, which was so and
underdone. A kind word made a fool of him; and hence most of the scrapes he got into. Two or
three wags, aware of his infirmity, used to “draw him out” in conversation whenever the most
crabbed and choleric old seamen were present.
To give an instance. e watch below, just waked from their sleep, are all at breakfast; and
Ropey, in one corner, is disconsolately partaking of its delicacies. “Now, sailors newly waked are no
cherubs; and therefore not a word is spoken, everybody munching his biscuit, grim and unshaven.
At this juncture an affable-looking scamp—Flash Jack—crosses the forecastle, tin can in hand, and
seats himself beside the land-lubber.
“Hard fare this, Ropey,” he begins; “hard enough, too, for them that’s known better and lived in
Lun’nun. I say now, Ropey, s’posing you were back to Holborn this morning, what would you
have for breakfast, eh?”
“Have for breakfast!” cried Ropey in a rapture. “Don’t speak of it!”
“What ails that fellow?” here growled an old sea-bear, turning round savagely.
“Oh, nothing, nothing,” said Jack; and then, leaning over to Rope Yarn, he bade him go on, but
speak lower.
“Well, then,” said he, in a smuggled tone, his eyes lighting up like two lanterns, “well, then, I’d
go to Mother Moll’s that makes the great muffins: I’d go there, you know, and cock my foot on
the ’ob, and call for a noggin o’ somethink to begin with.”
“What then, Ropey?”
“Why then, Flashy,” continued the poor victim, unconsciously warming with his theme: “why
then, I’d draw my chair up and call for Betty, the gal wot tends to customers. Betty, my dear, says I,
you looks charmin’ this mornin’; give me a nice rasher of bacon and h’eggs, Betty my love; and I
wants a pint of h’ale, and three nice h’ot muffins and butter—and a slice of Cheshire; and Betty, I
wants—”
“A shark-steak, and be hanged to you!” roared Black Dan, with an oath. Whereupon, dragged
over the chests, the ill-starred fellow is pummelled on deck.
I always made a point of befriending poor Ropey when I could; and, for this reason, was a great
favourite of his.
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chips and bungs.
BOUND into port, Chips and Bungs increased their devotion to the bottle; and, to the
unspeakable envy of the rest, these jolly companions—or “the Partners,” as the men called them—
rolled about deck, day after day, in the merriest mood imaginable.
But jolly as they were in the main, two more discreet tipplers it would be hard to find. No one
ever saw them take anything, except when the regular allowance was served out by the steward; and
to make them quite sober and sensible, you had only to ask them how they contrived to keep
otherwise. Some time after, however, their secret leaked out.
e casks of Pisco were kept down the aer-hatchway, which, for this reason, was secured with
bar and padlock. e cooper, nevertheless, from time to time, effected a burglarious entry, by
descending into the fore-hold; and then, at the risk of being jammed to death, crawling along over
a thousand obstructions, to where the casks were stowed.
On the first expedition, the only one to be got at lay among others, upon its bilge with the
bung-hole well over. With a bit of iron hoop, suitably bent, and a good deal of prying and
punching, the bung was forced in; and then the cooper’s neck-handkerchief, attached to the end of
the hoop, was drawn in and out—the absorbed liquor being deliberately squeezed into a small
bucket.
Bungs was a man aer a barkeeper’s own heart. Drinking steadily, until just manageably tipsy,
he contrived to continue so; getting neither more nor less inebriated, but, to use his own phrase,
remaining “just about right.” When in this interesting state, he had a free lurch in his gait, a queer
way of hitching up his waistbands, looked unnecessarily steady at you when speaking, and for the
rest, was in very tolerable spirits. At these times, moreover, he was exceedingly patriotic; and in a
most amusing way, frequently showed his patriotism whenever he happened to encounter Dunk, a
good-natured, square-faced Dane, aboard.
It must be known here, by the bye, that the cooper had a true sailor admiration for Lord
Nelson. But he entertained a very erroneous idea of the personal appearance of the hero. Not
content with depriving him of an eye and an arm, he stoutly maintained that he had also lost a leg
in one of his battles. Under this impression, he sometimes hopped up to Dunk with one leg
curiously locked behind him into his right arm, at the same time closing an eye.
In this attitude he would call upon him to look up, and behold the man who gave his
countrymen such a thrashing at Copenhagen. “Look you, Dunk,” says he, staggering about, and
winking hard with one eye to keep the other shut, “Look you; one man—hang me, half a man—
with one leg, one arm, one eye—hang me, with only a piece of a carcase, flogged your whole
shabby nation. Do you deny it you lubber?”
e Dane was a mule of a man, and understanding but little English, seldom made anything of
a reply; so the cooper generally dropped his leg, and marched off, with the air of a man who
despised saying anything further.
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we encounter a gale.
THE mild blue weather we enjoyed aer leaving the Marquesas gradually changed as we ran
farther south and approached Tahiti. In these generally tranquil seas, the wind sometimes blows
with great violence; though, as every sailor knows, a spicy gale in the tropic latitudes of the Pacific
is far different from a tempest in the howling North Atlantic. We soon found ourselves battling
with the waves, while the before mild Trades, like a woman roused, blew fiercely, but still warmly,
in our face.
For all this, the mate carried sail without stint; and as for brave little Jule, she stood up to it well;
and though once in a while floored in the trough of a sea, sprang to her keel again and showed
play. Every old timber groaned—every spar buckled—every chafed cord strained; and yet, spite of
all, she plunged on her way like a racer. Jermin, sea-jockey that he was, sometimes stood in the
fore-chains, with the spray every now and then dashing over him, and shouting out, “Well done,
Jule—dive into it, sweetheart. Hurrah!”
One aernoon there was a mighty queer noise alo, which set the men running in every
direction. It was the main-t’-gallant-mast. Crash! it broke off just above the cap, and held there by
the rigging, dashed with every roll from side to side, with all the hamper that belonged to it. e
yard hung by a hair, and at every pitch, thumped against the cross-trees; while the sail streamed in
ribbons, and the loose ropes coiled, and thrashed the air, like whip-lashes. “Stand from under!” and
down came the rattling blocks, like so many shot. e yard, with a snap and a plunge, went hissing
into the sea, disappeared, and shot its full length out again. e crest of a great wave then broke
over it—the ship rushed by—and we saw the stick no more.
While this lively breeze continued, Baltimore, our old black cook, was in great tribulation.
Like most South Seamen, the Julia’s “caboose,” or cook-house, was planted on the larboard side
of the forecastle. Under such a press of canvas, and with the heavy sea running the barque, diving
her bows under, now and then shipped green glassy waves, which, breaking over the head-rails,
fairly deluged that part of the ship, and washed clean a. e caboose-house—thought to be fairly
lashed down to its place—served as a sort of breakwater to the inundation.
About these times, Baltimore always wore what he called his “gale suit,” among other things
comprising a Sou’-wester and a huge pair of well-anointed sea-boots, reaching almost to his knees.
us equipped for a ducking or a drowning, as the case might be, our culinary high-priest drew to
the slides of his temple, and performed his sooty rites in secret.
So afraid was the old man of being washed overboard that he actually fastened one end of a
small line to his waistbands, and coiling the rest about him, made use of it as occasion required.
When engaged outside, he unwound the cord, and secured one end to a ringbolt in the deck; so
that if a chance sea washed him off his feet, it could do nothing more.
One evening just as he was getting supper, the Julia reared up on her stern like a vicious colt, and
when she settled again forward, fairly dished a tremendous sea. Nothing could withstand it. One
side of the rotten head-bulwarks came in with a crash; it smote the caboose, tore it from its
moorings, and aer boxing it about, dashed it against the windlass, where it stranded. e water
then poured along the deck like a flood rolling over and over, pots, pans, and kettles, and even old
Baltimore himself, who went breaching along like a porpoise.
Striking the taffrail, the wave subsided, and washing from side to side, le the drowning cook
high and dry on the aer-hatch: his extinguished pipe still between his teeth, and almost bitten in
two.
e few men on deck having sprung into the main-rigging, sailor-like, did nothing but roar at
his calamity.
e same night, our flying-jib-boom snapped off like a pipe-stem, and our spanker-gaff camedown by the run.
By the following morning, the wind in a great measure had gone down; the sea with it; and by
noon we had repaired our damages as well as we could, and were sailing along as pleasantly as ever.
But there was no help for the demolished bulwarks; we had nothing to replace them; and so,
whenever it breezed again, our dauntless cra went along with her splintered prow dripping, but
kicking up her fleet heels just as high as before.
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the coral islands.
HOW far we sailed to the westward aer leaving the Marquesas, or what might have been our
latitude and longitude at any particular time, or how many leagues we voyaged on our passage to
Tahiti, are matters about which, I am sorry to say, I cannot with any accuracy enlighten the reader.
Jermin, as navigator, kept our reckoning ; and, as hinted before, kept it all to himself. At noon, he
brought out his quadrant, a rusty old thing, so odd-looking that it might have belonged to an
astrologer.
Sometimes, when rather flustered from his potations, he went staggering about deck,
instrument to eye, looking all over for the sun—a phenomenon which any sober observer might
have seen right overhead. How upon earth he contrived, on some occasions, to settle his latitude, is
more than I can tell. e longitude he must either have obtained by the Rule of ree, or else by
special revelation. Not that the chronometer in the cabin was seldom to be relied on, or was any
ways fidgety; quite the contrary; it stood stock-still; and by that means, no doubt, the true
Greenwich time—at the period of stopping, at least—was preserved to a second.
e mate, however, in addition to his “Dead Reckoning,” pretended to ascertain his meridian
distance from Bow Bells by an occasional lunar observation. is, I believe, consists in obtaining
with the proper instruments the angular distance between the moon and some one of the stars.
The operation generally requires two observers to take sights, and at one and the same time.
Now, though the mate alone might have been thought well calculated for this, inasmuch as he
generally saw things double, the doctor was usually called upon to play a sort of second quadrant to
Jermin’s first; and what with the capers of both, they used to furnish a good deal of diversion. e
mate’s tremulous attempts to level his instrument at the star he was aer, were comical enough.
For my own part, when he did catch sight of it, I hardly knew how he managed to separate it from
the astral host revolving in his own brain.
However, by hook or by crook, he piloted us along ; and before many days, a fellow sent alo to
darn a rent in the fore-top-sail, threw his hat into the air, and bawled out “Land, ho!”
Land it was; but in what part of the South Seas, Jermin alone knew, and some doubted whether
even he did. But no sooner was the announcement made, than he came running on deck, spy-glass
in hand, and clapping it to his eye, turned round with the air of a man receiving indubitable
assurance of something he was quite certain of before. e land was precisely that for which he
had been steering ; and, with a wind, in less than twenty-four hours we would sight Tahiti. What
he said was verified.
e island turned out to be one of the Pomotu or Low Group—sometimes called the Coral
Islands—perhaps the most remarkable and interesting in the Pacific. Lying to the east of Tahiti,
the nearest are within a day’s sail of that place.
ey are very numerous; mostly small, low, and level; sometimes wooded, but always covered
with verdure. Many are crescent-shaped; others resemble a horse-shoe in figure. ese last are
nothing more than narrow circles of land surrounding a smooth lagoon, connected by a single
opening with the sea. Some of the lagoons, said to have subterranean outlets, have no visible ones;
the inclosing island, in such cases, being a complete zone of emerald. Other lagoons still, are
girdled by numbers of small, green islets, very near to each other.
The origin of the entire group is generally ascribed to the coral insect.
According to some naturalists, this wonderful little creature, commencing its erections at the
bottom of the sea, aer the lapse of centuries, carries them up to the surface, where its labours
cease. Here, the inequalities of the coral collect all floating bodies; forming, aer a time, a soil, in
which the seeds carried thither by birds germinate, and cover the whole with vegetation. Here and
there, all over this archipelago, numberless naked, detached coral formations are seen, justemerging, as it were from the ocean. ese would appear to be islands in the very process of
creation—at any rate, one involuntarily concludes so, on beholding them.(5)
As far as I know, there are but few bread-fruit trees in any part of the Pomotu group. In many
places the cocoa-nut even does not grow; though, in others, it largely flourishes. Consequently,
some of the islands are altogether uninhabited; others support but a single family; and in no place
is the population very large. In some respects the natives resemble the Tahitians: their language,
too, is very similar. e people of the southeasterly clusters—concerning whom, however, but
little is known—have a bad name as cannibals; and for that reason their hospitality is seldom taxed
by the mariner.
Within a few years past, missionaries from the Society group have settled among the Leeward
Islands, where the natives have treated them kindly. Indeed, nominally, many of these people are
now Christians; and, through the political influence of their instructors, no doubt, a short time
since came tinder the allegiance of Pomaree, the Queen of Tahiti; with which island they always
carried on considerable intercourse.
e Coral Islands are principally visited by the pearl-shell fishermen, who arrive in small
schooners, carrying not more than five or six men.
For a long while the business was engrossed by Merenhout, the French Consul at Tahiti, but a
Dutchman by birth, who, in one year, is said to have sent to France fiy thousand dollars’ worth of
shells. e oysters are found in the lagoons, and about the reefs; and, for half-a-dozen nails a day,
or a compensation still less, the natives are hired to dive after them.
A great deal of cocoa-nut oil is also obtained in various places. Some of the uninhabited islands
are covered with dense groves; and the ungathered nuts which have fallen year aer year, lie upon
the ground in incredible quantities. Two or three men, provided with the necessary apparatus for
trying out the oil, will, in the course of a week or two, obtain enough to load one of the large
seacanoes.
Cocoa-nut oil is now manufactured in different parts of the South Seas, and forms no small part
of the traffic carried on with trading vessels. A considerable quantity is annually exported from the
Society Islands to Sydney. It is used in lamps and for machinery, being much cheaper than the
sperm, and, for both purposes, better than the right-whale oil. ey bottle it up in large bamboos,
six or eight feet long; and these form part of the circulating medium of Tahiti.
To return to the ship. e wind dying away, evening came on before we drew near the island.
But we had it in view during the whole afternoon.
It was small and round, presenting one enamelled level, free from trees, and did not seem four
feet above the water. Beyond it was another and larger island, about which a tropical sunset was
throwing its glories; flushing all that part of the heavens, and making it flame like a vast dyed oriel
illuminated.
e Trades scarce filled our swooning sails; the air was languid with the aroma of a thousand
strange, flowering shrubs. Upon inhaling it, one of the sick, who had recently shown symptoms of
scurvy, cried out in pain, and was carried below. This is no unusual effect in such instances.
On we glided, within less than a cable’s length of the shore which was margined with foam that
sparkled all round. Within, nestled the still, blue lagoon. No living thing was seen, and, for aught
we knew, we might have been the first mortals who had ever beheld the spot. e thought was
quickening to the fancy; nor could I help dreaming of the endless grottoes and galleries, far below
the reach of the mariner’s lead.
And what strange shapes were lurking there! ink of those arch creatures, the mermaids,
chasing each other in and out of the coral cells, and catching their long hair in the coral twigs!
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tahiti.
AT early dawn of the following morning we saw the Peaks of Tahiti. In clear weather they may be
seen at the distance of ninety miles.
“Hivarhoo!” shouted Wymontoo, overjoyed, and running out upon the bowsprit when the land
was first faintly descried in the distance. But when the clouds floated away, and showed the three
peaks standing like obelisks against the sky; and the bold shore undulating along the horizon, the
tears gushed from his eyes. Poor fellow! It was not Hivarhoo. Green Hivarhoo was many a long
league off.
Tahiti is by far the most famous island in the South Seas; indeed, a variety of causes has made it
almost classic. Its natural features alone distinguish it from the surrounding groups. Two round
and loy promontories, whose mountains rise nine thousand feet above the level of the ocean, are
connected by a low, narrow isthmus; the whole being some one hundred miles in circuit. From the
great central peaks of the larger peninsula—Orohena, Aorai, and Pirohitee—the land radiates on
all sides to the sea in sloping green ridges. Between these are broad and shadowy valleys—in aspect,
each a Tempe—watered with fine streams, and thickly wooded. Unlike many of the other islands,
there extends nearly all round Tahiti a belt of low, alluvial soil, teeming with the richest
vegetation. Here, chiefly, the natives dwell.
Seen from the sea, the prospect is magnificent. It is one mass of shaded tints of green, from
beach to mountain top; endlessly diversified with valleys, ridges, glens, and cascades. Over the
ridges, here and there, the loier peaks fling their shadows, and far down the valleys. At the head
of these, the waterfalls flash out into the sunlight, as if pouring through vertical bowers of verdure.
Such enchantment, too, breathes over the whole, that it seems a fairy world, all fresh and
blooming from the hand of the Creator.
Upon a near approach, the picture loses not its attractions. It is no exaggeration to say that, to a
European of any sensibility, who, for the first time, wanders back into these valleys—away from
the haunts of the natives—the ineffable repose and beauty of the landscape is such, that every
object strikes him like something seen in a dream; and for a time he almost refuses to believe that
scenes like these should have a commonplace existence. No wonder that the French bestowed upon
the island the appellation of the New Cytherea. “Oen,” says De Bourgainville, “I thought I was
walking in the Garden of Eden.”
Nor, when first discovered, did the inhabitants of this charming country at all diminish the
wonder and admiration of the voyager. Their physical beauty and amiable dispositions harmonized
completely with the soness of their clime. In truth, everything about them was calculated to
awaken the liveliest interest. Glance at their civil and religious institutions. To their king, divine
rights were paid; while for poetry, their mythology rivalled that of ancient Greece.
Of Tahiti, earlier and more full accounts were given, than of any other island in Polynesia; and
this is the reason why it still retains so strong a hold on the sympathies of all readers of South Sea
voyages. e journals of its first visitors, containing, as they did, such romantic descriptions of a
country and people before unheard of, produced a marked sensation throughout Europe; and when
the first Tahitiana were carried thither, Omai in London, and Aotooroo in Paris, were caressed by
nobles, scholars, and ladies.
In addition to all this, several eventful occurrences, more or less connected with Tahiti, have
tended to increase its celebrity. Over two centuries ago, Quiros, the Spaniard, is supposed to have
touched at the island; and at intervals, Wallis, Byron, Cook, De Bourgainville, Vancouver, Le
Perouse, and other illustrious navigators refitted their vessels in its harbours. Here the famous
Transit of Venus was observed, in 1769. Here the memorable mutiny of the Bounty aerwards
had its origin. It was to the pagans of Tahiti that the first regularly constituted Protestantmissionaries were sent; and from their shores also, have sailed successive missions to the
neighbouring islands.
ese, with other events which might be mentioned, have united in keeping up the first interest
which the place awakened; and the recent proceedings of the French have more than ever called
forth the sympathies of the public.
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a surprise—more about bembo.
THE sight of the island was right welcome. Going into harbour aer a cruise is always joyous
enough, and the sailor is apt to indulge in all sorts of pleasant anticipations. But to us, the occasion
was heightened by many things peculiar to our situation.
Since steering for the land, our prospects had been much talked over. By many it was supposed
that, should the captain leave the ship, the crew were no longer bound by her articles. is was the
opinion of our forecastle Cokes; though, probably, it would not have been sanctioned by the
Marine Courts of Law. At any rate, such was the state of both vessel and crew that, whatever might
be the event, a long stay, and many holidays in Tahiti, were confidently predicted.
Everybody was in high spirits. e sick, who had been improving day by day since the change in
our destination, were on deck, and leaning over the bulwarks; some all animation, and others
silently admiring an object unrivalled for its stately beauty—Tahiti from the sea.
e quarter-deck, however, furnished a marked contrast to what was going on at the other end
of the ship. e Mowree was there, as usual, scowling by himself; and Jermin walked to and fro in
deep thought, every now and then looking to windward, or darting into the cabin and quickly
returning.
With all our light sails wooingly spread, we held on our way, until, with the doctor’s glass,
Papeetee, the village metropolis of Tahiti, came into view. Several ships were descried lying in the
harbour, and among them, one which loomed up black and large; her two rows of teeth
proclaiming a frigate. is was the Reine Blanche, last from the Marquesas, and carrying at the
fore the flag of Rear-Admiral Du Petit ouars. Hardly had we made her out, when the booming
of her guns came over the water. She was firing a salute, which aerwards turned out to be in
honour of a treaty; or rather—as far as the natives were concerned—a forced cession of Tahiti to
the French, that morning concluded.
e cannonading had hardly died away, when Jermin’s voice was heard giving an order so
unexpected that everyone started. “Stand by to haul back the main-yard!”
“What’s that mean?” shouted the men, “are we not going into port?”
“Tumble aer here, and no words!” cried the mate; and in a moment the main-yard swung
round, when, with her jib-boom pointing out to sea, the Julia lay as quiet as a duck. We all looked
blank—what was to come next?
Presently the steward made his appearance, carrying a mattress, which he spread out in the
stern-sheets of the captain’s boat; two or three chests, and other things belonging to his master,
were similarly disposed of.
This was enough. A slight hint suffices for a sailor.
Still adhering to his resolution to keep the ship at sea in spite of everything, the captain,
doubtless, intended to set himself ashore, leaving the vessel, under the mate, to resume her voyage
at once; but aer a certain period agreed upon, to touch at the island, and take him off. All this, of
course, could easily be done without approaching any nearer the land with the Julia than we now
were. Invalid whaling captains oen adopt a plan like this; but, in the present instance, it was
wholly unwarranted; and, everything considered, at war with the commonest principles of
prudence and humanity. And, although, on Guy’s part, this resolution showed more hardihood
than he had ever been given credit for, it, at the same time, argued an unaccountable simplicity, in
supposing that such a crew would, in any way, submit to the outrage.
It was soon made plain that we were right in our suspicions; and the men became furious. e
cooper and carpenter volunteered to head a mutiny forthwith; and while Jermin was below, four
or five rushed a to fasten down the cabin scuttle; others, throwing down the main-braces, called
out to the rest to lend a hand, and fill away for the land. All this was done in an instant; and thingswere looking critical, when Doctor Long Ghost and myself prevailed upon them to wait a while,
and do nothing hastily; there was plenty of time, and the ship was completely in our power.
While the preparations were still going on in the cabin, we mustered the men together, and
went into counsel upon the forecastle.
It was with much difficulty that we could bring these rash spirits to a calm consideration of the
case. But the doctor’s influence at last began to tell; and, with a few exceptions, they agreed to be
guided by him; assured that, if they did so, the ship would eventually be brought to her anchors
without anyone getting into trouble. Still they told us, up and down, that if peaceable means failed,
they would seize Little Jule, and carry her into Papeetee, if they all swung for it; but, for the
present, the captain should have his own way.
By this time everything was ready; the boat was lowered and brought to the gangway; and the
captain was helped on deck by the mate and steward. It was the first time we had seen him in more
than two weeks, and he was greatly altered. As if anxious to elude every eye, a broad-brimmed
Payata hat was pulled down over his brow; so that his face was only visible when the brim flapped
aside. By a sling, rigged from the main-yard, the cook and Bembo now assisted in lowering him
into the boat. As he went moaning over the side, he must have heard the whispered maledictions
of his crew.
While the steward was busy adjusting matters in the boat, the mate, aer a private interview
with the Mowree, turned round abruptly, and told us that he was going ashore with the captain, to
return as soon as possible. In his absence, Bembo, as next in rank, would command; there being
nothing to do but keep the ship at a safe distance from the land. He then sprang into the boat, and,
with only the cook and steward as oarsmen, steered for the shore.
Guy’s thus leaving the ship in the men’s hands, contrary to the mate’s advice, was another
evidence of his simplicity; for at this particular juncture, had neither the doctor nor myself been
aboard, there is no telling what they might have done.
For the nonce, Bembo was captain; and, so far as mere seamanship was concerned, he was as
competent to command as anyone. In truth, a better seaman never swore. is accomplishment,
by the bye, together with a surprising familiarity with most nautical names and phrases, comprised
about all the English he knew.
Being a harpooner, and, as such, having access to the cabin, this man, though not yet civilized,
was, according to sea usages, which know no exceptions, held superior to the sailors; and therefore
nothing was said against his being left in charge of the ship; nor did it occasion any surprise.
Some additional account must be given of Bembo. In the first place, he was far from being liked.
A dark, moody savage, everybody but the mate more or less distrusted or feared him. Nor were
these feelings unreciprocated. Unless duty called, he seldom went among the crew. Hard stories
too were told about him; something, in particular, concerning an hereditary propensity to kill men
and eat them. True, he came from a race of cannibals; but that was all that was known to a
certainty.
Whatever unpleasant ideas were connected with the Mowree, his personal appearance no way
lessened them. Unlike most of his countrymen, he was, if anything, below the ordinary height; but
then, he was all compact, and under his swart, tattooed skin, the muscles worked like steel rods.
Hair, crisp and coal-black, curled over shaggy brows, and ambushed small, intense eyes, always on
the glare. In short, he was none of your effeminate barbarians.
Previous to this, he had been two or three voyages in Sydney whalemen; always, however, as in
the present instance, shipping at the Bay of Islands, and receiving his discharge there on the
homeward-bound passage. In this way, his countrymen frequently enter on board the colonial
whaling vessels.
ere was a man among us who had sailed with the Mowree on his first voyage, and he told me
that he had not changed a particle since then.
Some queer things this fellow told me. e following is one of his stories. I give it for what it is
worth; premising, however, that from what I know of Bembo, and the foolhardy, dare-devil feats
sometimes performed in the sperm-whale fishery, I believe in its substantial truth.
As may be believed, Bembo was a wild one aer a fish; indeed, all New Zealanders engaged inthis business are; it seems to harmonize sweetly with their blood-thirsty propensities. At sea, the
best English they speak is the South Seaman’s slogan in lowering away, “A dead whale, or a stove
boat!” Game to the marrow, these fellows are generally selected for harpooners; a post in which a
nervous, timid man would be rather out of his element.
In darting, the harpooner, of course, stands erect in the head of the boat, one knee braced
against a support. But Bembo disdained this; and was always pulled up to his fish, balancing
himself right on the gunwale.
But to my story. One morning, at daybreak, they brought him up to a large, long whale. He
darted his harpoon, and missed; and the fish sounded. Aer a while, the monster rose again, about
a mile off, and they made aer him. But he was frightened, or “gallied,” as they call it; and noon
came, and the boat was still chasing him. In whaling, as long as the fish is in sight, and no matter
what may have been previously undergone, there is no giving up, except when night comes; and
nowadays, when whales are so hard to be got, frequently not even then. At last, Bembo’s whale was
alongside for the second time. He darted both harpoons; but, as sometimes happens to the best
men, by some unaccountable chance, once more missed. Though it is well known that such failures
will happen at times, they, nevertheless, occasion the bitterest disappointment to a boat’s crew,
generally expressed in curses both loud and deep. And no wonder. Let any man pull with might
and main for hours and hours together, under a burning sun; and if it do not make him a little
peevish, he is no sailor.
e taunts of the seamen may have maddened the Mowree; however it was, no sooner was he
brought up again, than, harpoon in hand, he bounded upon the whale’s back, and for one dizzy
second was seen there. e next, all was foam and fury, and both were out of sight. e men
sheered off, flinging overboard the line as fast as they could; while ahead, nothing was seen but a
red whirlpool of blood and brine.
Presently, a dark object swam out; the line began to straighten; then smoked round the
loggerhead, and, quick as thought, the boat sped like an arrow through the water. ey were “fast,”
and the whale was running.
Where was the Mowree? His brown hand was on the boat’s gunwale; and he was hauled aboard
in the very midst of the mad bubbles that burst under the bows.
Such a man, or devil, if you will, was Bembo.
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the round robin—visitors from shore.
AFTER the captain le, the land-breeze died away; and, as is usual about these islands, toward
noon it fell a dead calm. ere was nothing to do but haul up the courses, run down the jib, and
lay and roll upon the swells. e repose of the elements seemed to communicate itself to the men;
and for a time there was a lull.
Early in the aernoon, the mate, having le the captain at Papeetee, returned to the ship.
According to the steward, they were to go ashore again right aer dinner with the remainder of
Guy’s effects.
On gaining the deck, Jermin purposely avoided us and went below without saying a word.
Meanwhile, Long Ghost and I laboured hard to diffuse the right spirit among the crew; impressing
upon them that a little patience and management would, in the end, accomplish all that their
violence could; and that, too, without making a serious matter of it.
For my own part, I felt that I was under a foreign flag ; that an English consul was close at hand,
and that sailors seldom obtain justice. It was best to be prudent. Still, so much did I sympathize
with the men, so far, at least, as their real grievances were concerned; and so convinced was I of the
cruelty and injustice of what Captain Guy seemed bent upon, that if need were, I stood ready to
raise a hand.
In spite of all we could do, some of them again became most refractory, breathing nothing but
downright mutiny. When we went below to dinner these fellows stirred up such a prodigious
tumult that the old hull fairly echoed. Many, and fierce too, were the speeches delivered, and
uproarious the comments of the sailors. Among others Long Jim, or—as the doctor aerwards
called him—Lacedaemonian Jim, rose in his place, and addressed the forecastle parliament in the
following strain:
“Look ye, Britons! if aer what’s happened, this here cra goes to sea with us, we are no men;
and that’s the way to say it. Speak the word, my livelies, and I’ll pilot her in. I’ve been to Tahiti
before and I can do it.” Whereupon, he sat down amid a universal pounding of chest-lids, and
cymbaling of tin pans; the few invalids, who, as yet, had not been actively engaged with the rest,
now taking part in the applause, creaking their bunk-boards and swinging their hammocks. Cries
also were heard, of “Handspikes and a shindy!” “Out stun-sails!” “Hurrah!”
Several now ran on deck, and, for the moment, I thought it was all over with us; but we finally
succeeded in restoring some degree of quiet.
At last, by way of diverting their thoughts, I proposed that a “Round Robin” should be prepared
and sent ashore to the consul by Baltimore, the cook. e idea took mightily, and I was told to set
about it at once. On turning to the doctor for the requisite materials, he told me he had none;
there was not a fly-leaf, even in any of his books. So, aer great search, a damp, musty volume,
entitled “A History of the most Atrocious and Bloody Piracies,” was produced, and its two
remaining blank leaves being torn out, were by help of a little pitch lengthened into one sheet. For
ink, some of the soot over the lamp was then mixed with water, by a fellow of a literary turn; and
an immense quill, plucked from a distended albatross’ wing, which, nailed against the bowsprit
bitts, had long formed an ornament of the forecastle, supplied a pen.
Making use of the stationery thus provided, I indited, upon a chest-lid, a concise statement of
our grievances; concluding with the earnest hope that the consul would at once come off, and see
how matters stood for himself. Eight beneath the note was described the circle about which the
names were to be written; the great object of a Round Robin being to arrange the signatures in
such a way that, although they are all found in a ring, no man can be picked out as the leader of it.
Few among them had any regular names; many answering to some familiar title, expressive of a
personal trait; or oener still, to the name of the place from which they hailed; and in one or twocases were known by a handy syllable or two, significant of nothing in particular but the men who
bore them. Some, to be sure, had, for the sake of formality, shipped under a feigned cognomen, or
“Purser’s name”; these, however, were almost forgotten by themselves; and so, to give the
document an air of genuineness, it was decided that every man’s name should be put down as it
went among the crew.
It is due to the doctor to say that the circumscribed device was his.
Folded, and sealed with a drop of tar, the Round Robin was directed to “e English Consul,
Tahiti”; and, handed to the cook, was by him delivered into that gentleman’s hands as soon as the
mate went ashore.
On the return of the boat, sometime aer dark, we learned a good deal from old Baltimore,
who, having been allowed to run about as much as he pleased, had spent his time gossiping.
Owing to the proceedings of the French, everything in Tahiti was in an uproar. Pritchard, the
missionary consul, was absent in England; but his place was temporarily filled by one Wilson, an
educated white man, born on the island, and the son of an old missionary of that name still living.
With natives and foreigners alike, Wilson the younger was exceedingly unpopular, being held
an unprincipled and dissipated man, a character verified by his subsequent conduct. Pritchard’s
selecting a man like this to attend to the duties of his office, had occasioned general dissatisfaction
ashore.
ough never in Europe or America, the acting consul had been several voyages to Sydney in a
schooner belonging to the mission; and therefore our surprise was lessened, when Baltimore told
us, that he and Captain Guy were as sociable as could be—old acquaintances, in fact; and that the
latter had taken up his quarters at Wilson’s house. For us this boded ill.
e mate was now assailed by a hundred questions as to what was going to be done with us. His
only reply was, that in the morning the consul would pay us a visit, and settle everything.
Aer holding our ground off the harbour during the night, in the morning a shore boat,
manned by natives, was seen coming off. In it were Wilson and another white man, who proved to
be a Doctor Johnson, an Englishman, and a resident physician of Papeetee.
Stopping our headway as they approached, Jermin advanced to the gangway to receive them. No
sooner did the consul touch the deck, than he gave us a specimen of what he was.
“Mr. Jermin,” he cried loily, and not deigning to notice the respectful salutation of the person
addressed, “Mr. Jermin, tack ship, and stand off from the land.”
Upon this, the men looked hard at him, anxious to see what sort of a looking “cove” he was.
Upon inspection, he turned out to be an exceedingly minute “cove,” with a viciously pugged nose,
and a decidedly thin pair of legs. ere was nothing else noticeable about him. Jermin, with
illassumed suavity, at once obeyed the order, and the ship’s head soon pointed out to sea.
Now, contempt is as frequently produced at first sight as love; and thus was it with respect to
Wilson. No one could look at him without conceiving a strong dislike, or a cordial desire to
entertain such a feeling the first favourable opportunity. ere was such an intolerable air of
conceit about this man that it was almost as much as one could do to refrain from running up and
affronting him.
“So the counsellor is come,” exclaimed Navy Bob, who, like all the rest, invariably styled him
thus, much to mine and the doctor’s diversion. “Ay,” said another, “and for no good, I’ll be
bound.”
Such were some of the observations made, as Wilson and the mate went below conversing.
But no one exceeded the cooper in the violence with which he inveighed against the ship and
everything connected with her. Swearing like a trooper, he called the main-mast to witness that, if
he (Bungs) ever again went out of sight of land in the Julia, he prayed Heaven that a fate might be
his—altogether too remarkable to be here related.
Much had he to say also concerning the vileness of what we had to eat—not fit for a dog; besides
enlarging upon the imprudence of intrusting the vessel longer to a man of the mate’s intemperate
habits. With so many sick, too, what could we expect to do in the fishery? It was no use talking ;
come what come might, the ship must let go her anchor.
Now, as Bungs, besides being an able seaman, a “Cod” in the forecastle, and about the oldestman in it, was, moreover, thus deeply imbued with feelings so warmly responded to by the rest, he
was all at once selected to officiate as spokesman, as soon as the consul should see fit to address us.
e selection was made contrary to mine and the doctor’s advice; however, all assured us they
would keep quiet, and hear everything Wilson had to say, before doing anything decisive.
We were not kept long in suspense; for very soon he was seen standing in the cabin gangway,
with the tarnished tin case containing the ship’s papers; and Jennin at once sung out for the ship’s
company to muster on the quarter-deck.
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proceedings of the consul.
THE order was instantly obeyed, and the sailors ranged themselves, facing the consul.
ey were a wild company; men of many climes—not at all precise in their toilet arrangements,
but picturesque in their very tatters. My friend, the Long Doctor, was there too; and with a view,
perhaps, of enlisting the sympathies of the consul for a gentleman in distress, had taken more than
ordinary pains with his appearance. But among the sailors, he looked like a land-crane blown off to
sea, and consorting with petrels.
e forlorn Rope Yarn, however, was by far the most remarkable figure. Land-lubber that he
was, his outfit of sea-clothing had long since been confiscated; and he was now fain to go about in
whatever he could pick up. His upper garment—an unsailor-like article of dress which he persisted
in wearing, though torn from his back twenty times in the day—was an old “claw-hammer jacket,”
or swallow-tail coat, formerly belonging to Captain Guy, and which had formed one of his
perquisites when steward.
By the side of Wilson was the mate, bareheaded, his gray locks lying in rings upon his bronzed
brow, and his keen eye scanning the crowd as if he knew their every thought. His frock hung
loosely, exposing his round throat, mossy chest, and short and nervous arm embossed with
pugilistic bruises, and quaint with many a device in India ink.
In the midst of a portentous silence, the consul unrolled his papers, evidently intending to
produce an effect by the exceeding bigness of his looks.
“Mr. Jermin, call off their names;” and he handed him a list of the ship’s company.
All answered but the deserters and the two mariners at the bottom of the sea.
It was now supposed that the Round Robin would be produced, and something said about it.
But not so. Among the consul’s papers that unique document was thought to be perceived; but, if
there, it was too much despised to be made a subject of comment. Some present, very justly
regarding it as an uncommon literary production, had been anticipating all sorts of miracles
therefrom; and were, therefore, much touched at this neglect.
“Well, men,” began Wilson again aer a short pause, “although you all look hearty enough, I’m
told there are some sick among you. Now then, Mr. Jermin, call off the names on that sick-list of
yours, and let them go over to the other side of the deck—I should like to see who they are.”
“So, then,” said he, aer we had all passed over, “you are the sick fellows, are you? Very good: I
shall have you seen to. You will go down into the cabin one by one, to Doctor Johnson, who will
report your respective cases to me. Such as he pronounces in a dying state I shall have sent ashore;
the rest will be provided with everything needful, and remain aboard.”
At this announcement, we gazed strangely at each other, anxious to see who it was that looked
like dying, and pretty nearly deciding to stay aboard and get well, rather than go ashore and be
buried. ere were some, nevertheless, who saw very plainly what Wilson was at, and they acted
accordingly. For my own part, I resolved to assume as dying an expression as possible; hoping that,
on the strength of it, I might be sent ashore, and so get rid of the ship without any further trouble.
With this intention, I determined to take no part in anything that might happen until my case
was decided upon. As for the doctor, he had all along pretended to be more or less unwell; and by a
significant look now given me, it was plain that he was becoming decidedly worse.
e invalids disposed of for the present, and one of them having gone below to be examined,
the consul turned round to the rest, and addressed them as follows:—
“Men, I’m going to ask you two or three questions—let one of you answer yes or no, and the
rest keep silent. Now then: Have you anything to say against your mate, Mr. Jermin?” And he
looked sharply among the sailors, and, at last, right into the eye of the cooper, whom everybody
was eyeing.“Well, sir,” faltered Bungs, “we can’t say anything against Mr. Jermin’s seamanship, but—”
“I want no buts,” cried the consul, breaking in: “answer me yes or no—have you anything to say
against Mr. Jermin?”
“I was going on to say, sir; Mr. Jermin’s a very good man; but then—” Here the mate looked
marlinespikes at Bungs; and Bungs, aer stammering out something, looked straight down to a
seam in the deck, and stopped short.
A rather assuming fellow heretofore, the cooper had sported many feathers in his cap; he was
now showing the white one.
“So much then for that part of the business,” exclaimed Wilson, smartly; “you have nothing to
say against him, I see.”
Upon this, several seemed to be on the point of saying a good deal; but disconcerted by the
cooper’s conduct, checked themselves, and the consul proceeded.
“Have you enough to eat, aboard? answer me, you man who spoke before.”
“Well, I don’t know as to that,” said the cooper, looking excessively uneasy, and trying to edge
back, but pushed forward again. “Some of that salt horse ain’t as sweet as it might be.”
“at’s not what I asked you,” shouted the consul, growing brave quite fast; “answer my
questions as I put them, or I’ll find a way to make you.”
is was going a little too far. e ferment, into which the cooper’s poltroonery had thrown
the sailors, now brooked no restraint; and one of them—a young American who went by the name
of Salem(6)—dashed out from among the rest, and fetching the cooper a blow that sent him
humming over toward the consul, flourished a naked sheath-knife in the air, and burst forth with
“I’m the little fellow that can answer your questions; just put them to me once, counsellor.”
But the “counsellor” had no more questions to ask just then; for at the alarming apparition of
Salem’s knife, and the extraordinary effect produced upon Bungs, he had popped his head down
the companion-way, and was holding it there.
Upon the mate’s assuring him, however, that it was all over, he looked up, quite flustered, if not
frightened, but evidently determined to put as fierce a face on the matter as practicable. Speaking
sharply, he warned all present to “look out”; and then repeated the question, whether there was
enough to eat aboard. Everyone now turned spokesman; and he was assailed by a perfect hurricane
of yells, in which the oaths fell like hailstones.
“How’s this! what d’ye mean?” he cried, upon the first lull; “who told you all to speak at once?
Here, you man with the knife, you’ll be putting someone’s eyes out yet; d’ye hear, you sir? You
seem to have a good deal to say, who are you, pray; where did you ship?”
“I’m nothing more nor a bloody beach-comber,”(7) retorted Salem, stepping forward piratically
and eyeing him; “and if you want to know, I shipped at the Islands about four months ago.”
“Only four months ago? And here you have more to say than men who have been aboard the
whole voyage;” and the consul made a dash at looking furious, but failed. “Let me hear no more
from you, sir. Where’s that respectable, gray-headed man, the cooper? he’s the one to answer my
questions.”
“ere’s no ’spectable, gray-headed men aboard,” returned Salem; “we’re all a parcel of
mutineers and pirates!”
All this time, the mate was holding his peace; and Wilson, now completely abashed, and at a
loss what to do, took him by the arm, and walked across the deck. Returning to the cabin-scuttle,
aer a close conversation, he abruptly addressed the sailors, without taking any further notice of
what had just happened.
“For reasons you all know, men, this ship has been placed in my hands. As Captain Guy will
remain ashore for the present, your mate, Mr. Jermin, will command until his recovery. According
to my judgment, there is no reason why the voyage should not be at once resumed; especially, as I
shall see that you have two more harpooners, and enough good men to man three boats. As for the
sick, neither you nor I have anything to do with them; they will be attended to by Doctor
Johnson; but I’ve explained that matter before. As soon as things can be arranged—in a day or two,
at farthest—you will go to sea for a three months’ cruise, touching here, at the end of it, for your
captain. Let me hear a good report of you, now, when you come back. At present, you willcontinue lying off and on the harbour. I will send you fresh provisions as soon as I can get them.
There: I’ve nothing more to say; go forward to your stations.”
And, without another word, he wheeled round to descend into the cabin. But hardly had he
concluded before the incensed men were dancing about him on every side, and calling upon him to
lend an ear. Each one for himself denied the legality of what he proposed to do; insisted upon the
necessity for taking the ship in; and finally gave him to understand, roughly and roundly, that go
to sea in her they would not.
In the midst of this mutinous uproar, the alarmed consul stood fast by the scuttle. His tactics
had been decided upon beforehand; indeed, they must have been concerted ashore, between him
and the captain; for all he said, as he now hurried below, was, “Go forward, men; I’m through with
you: you should have mentioned these matters before: my arrangements are concluded: go
forward, I say; I’ve nothing more to say to you.” And, drawing over the slide of the scuttle, he
disappeared. Upon the very point of following him down, the attention of the exasperated seamen
was called off to a party who had just then taken the recreant Bungs in hand. Amid a shower of
kicks and cuffs, the traitor was borne along to the forecastle, where—I forbear to relate what
followed.
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the consul’s departure.
DURING THE scenes just described, Doctor Johnson was engaged in examining the sick, of
whom, as it turned out, all but two were to remain in the ship. He had evidently received his cue
from Wilson.
One of the last called below into the cabin, just as the quarter-deck gathering dispersed, I came
on deck quite incensed. My lameness, which, to tell the truth, was now much better, was put down
as, in a great measure, affected; and my name was on the list of those who would be fit for any duty
in a day or two. is was enough. As for Doctor Long Ghost, the shore physician, instead of
extending to him any professional sympathy, had treated him very cavalierly. To a certain extent,
therefore, we were now both bent on making common cause with the sailors.
I must explain myself here. All we wanted was to have the ship snugly anchored in Papeetee
Bay; entertaining no doubt that, could this be done, it would in some way or other peaceably lead
to our emancipation. Without a downright mutiny, there was but one way to accomplish this: to
induce the men to refuse all further duty, unless it were to work the vessel in. e only difficulty
lay in restraining them within proper bounds. Nor was it without certain misgivings, that I found
myself so situated, that I must necessarily link myself, however guardedly, with such a desperate
company; and in an enterprise, too, of which it was hard to conjecture what might be the result.
But anything like neutrality was out of the question; and unconditional submission was equally so.
On going forward, we found them ten times more tumultuous than ever. Aer again restoring
some degree of tranquillity, we once more urged our plan of quietly refusing duty, and awaiting the
result. At first, few would hear of it; but in the end, a good number were convinced by our
representations. Others held out. Nor were those who thought with us in all things to be
controlled.
Upon Wilson’s coming on deck to enter his boat, he was beset on all sides; and, for a moment, I
thought the ship would be seized before his very eyes.
“Nothing more to say to you, men: my arrangements are made. Go forward, where you belong.
I’ll take no insolence;” and, in a tremor, Wilson hurried over the side in the midst of a volley of
execrations.
Shortly aer his departure, the mate ordered the cook and steward into his boat; and saying that
he was going to see how the captain did, left us, as before, under the charge of Bembo.
At this time we were lying becalmed, pretty close in with the land (having gone about again),
our main-topsail flapping against the mast with every roll.
e departure of the consul and Jermin was followed by a scene absolutely indescribable. e
sailors ran about deck like madmen; Bembo, all the while leaning against the taff-rail by himself,
smoking his heathenish stone pipe, and never interfering.
e cooper, who that morning had got himself into a fluid of an exceedingly high temperature,
now did his best to regain the favour of the crew. “Without distinction of party,” he called upon all
hands to step up, and partake of the contents of his bucket.
But it was quite plain that, before offering to intoxicate others, he had taken the wise precaution
of getting well tipsy himself. He was now once more happy in the affection of his shipmates, who,
one and all, pronounced him sound to the kelson.
e Pisco soon told; and, with great difficulty, we restrained a party in the very act of breaking
into the after-hold in pursuit of more. All manner of pranks were now played.
“Mast-head, there! what d’ye see?” bawled Beauty, hailing the main-truck through an enormous
copper funnel. “Stand by for stays,” roared Flash Jack, bawling off with the cook’s axe, at the
fastening of the main-stay. “Looky out for ’quails!” shrieked the Portuguese, Antone, darting a
handspike through the cabin skylight. And “Heave round cheerly, men,” sung out Navy Bob,dancing a hornpipe on the forecastle.
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the second night off papeetee.
TOWARD sunset, the mate came off, singing merrily, in the stern of his boat; and in attempting
to climb up the side, succeeded in going plump into the water. He was rescued by the steward, and
carried across the deck with many moving expressions of love for his bearer. Tumbled into the
quarter-boat, he soon fell asleep, and waking about midnight, somewhat sobered, went forward
among the men. Here, to prepare for what follows, we must leave him for a moment.
It was now plain enough that Jermin was by no means unwilling to take the Julia to sea; indeed,
there was nothing he so much desired; though what his reasons were, seeing our situation, we
could only conjecture. Nevertheless, so it was; and having counted much upon his rough
popularity with the men to reconcile them to a short cruise under him, he had consequently been
disappointed in their behaviour. Still, thinking that they would take a different view of the matter,
when they came to know what fine times he had in store for them, he resolved upon trying a little
persuasion.
So on going forward, he put his head down the forecastle scuttle, and hailed us quite cordially,
inviting us down into the cabin; where, he said, he had something to make merry withal. Nothing
loth, we went; and throwing ourselves along the transom, waited for the steward to serve us.
As the can circulated, Jermin, leaning on the table and occupying the captain’s arm-chair
secured to the deck, opened his mind as bluntly and freely as ever. He was by no means yet sober.
He told us we were acting very foolishly; that if we only stuck to the ship, he would lead us all a
jovial life of it; enumerating the casks still remaining untapped in the Julia’s wooden cellar. It was
even hinted vaguely that such a thing might happen as our not coming back for the captain; whom
he spoke of but lightly; asserting, what he had often said before, that he was no sailor.
Moreover, and perhaps with special reference to Doctor Long Ghost and myself, he assured us
generally that, if there were any among us studiously inclined, he would take great pleasure in
teaching such the whole art and mystery of navigation, including the gratuitous use of his
quadrant.
I should have mentioned that, previous to this, he had taken the doctor aside, and said
something about reinstating him in the cabin with augmented dignity; beside throwing out a hint
that I myself was in some way or other to be promoted. But it was all to no purpose; bent the men
were upon going ashore, and there was no moving them.
At last he flew into a rage—much increased by the frequency of his potations—and with many
imprecations, concluded by driving everybody out of the cabin. We tumbled up the gangway in
high good-humour.
Upon deck everything looked so quiet that some of the most pugnacious spirits actually
lamented that there was so little prospect of an exhilarating disturbance before morning. It was not
five minutes, however, ere these fellows were gratified.
Sydney Ben—said to be a runaway Ticket-of-Leave-Man, (8) and for reasons of his own, one of
the few who still remained on duty—had, for the sake of the fun, gone down with the rest into the
cabin; where Bembo, who meanwhile was le in charge of the deck, had frequently called out for
him. At first, Ben pretended not to hear; but on being sung out for again and again, bluntly
refused; at the same time, casting some illiberal reflections on the Mowree’s maternal origin,
which the latter had been long enough among the sailors to understand as in the highest degree
offensive. So just aer the men came up from below, Bembo singled him out, and gave him such a
cursing in his broken lingo that it was enough to frighten one. e convict was the worse for
liquor; indeed the Mowree had been tippling also, and before we knew it, a blow was struck by
Ben, and the two men came together like magnets.
e Ticket-of-Leave-Man was a practised bruiser; but the savage knew nothing of the artpugilistic: and so they were even. It was clear hugging and wrenching till both came to the deck.
Here they rolled over and over in the middle of a ring which seemed to form of itself. At last the
white man’s head fell back, and his face grew purple. Bembo’s teeth were at his throat. Rushing in
all round, they hauled the savage off, but not until repeatedly struck on the head would he let go.
His rage was now absolutely demoniac; he lay glaring and writhing on the deck, without
attempting to rise. Cowed, as they supposed he was, from his attitude, the men, rejoiced at seeing
him thus humbled, left him; after rating him, in sailor style, for a cannibal and a coward.
Ben was attended to, and led below.
Soon aer this, the rest also, with but few exceptions, retired into the forecastle; and having
been up nearly all the previous night, they quickly dropped about the chests and rolled into the
hammocks. In an hour’s time, not a sound could be heard in that part of the ship.
Before Bembo was dragged away, the mate had in vain endeavoured to separate the combatants,
repeatedly striking the Mowree; but the seamen interposing, at last kept him off.
And intoxicated as he was, when they dispersed, he knew enough to charge the steward—a
steady seaman be it remembered—with the present safety of the ship; and then went below, when
he fell directly into another drunken sleep.
Having remained upon deck with the doctor some time aer the rest had gone below, I was just
on the point of following him down, when I saw the Mowree rise, draw a bucket of water, and
holding it high above his head, pour its contents right over him. is he repeated several times.
ere was nothing very peculiar in the act, but something else about him struck me. However, I
thought no more of it, but descended the scuttle.
Aer a restless nap, I found the atmosphere of the forecastle so close, from nearly all the men
being down at the same time, that I hunted up an old pea-jacket and went on deck; intending to
sleep it out there till morning. Here I found the cook and steward, Wymontoo, Hope Yarn, and
the Dane; who, being all quiet, manageable fellows, and holding aloof from the rest since the
captain’s departure, had been ordered by the mate not to go below until sunrise. ey were lying
under the lee of the bulwarks; two or three fast asleep, and the others smoking their pipes, and
conversing.
To my surprise, Bembo was at the helm; but there being so few to stand there now, they told
me, he had offered to take his turn with the rest, at the same time heading the watch; and to this,
of course, they made no objection.
It was a fine, bright night; all moon and stars, and white crests of waves. e breeze was light,
but freshening ; and close-hauled, poor little Jule, as if nothing had happened, was heading in for
the land, which rose high and hazy in the distance.
Aer the day’s uproar, the tranquillity of the scene was soothing, and I leaned over the side to
enjoy it.
More than ever did I now lament my situation—but it was useless to repine, and I could not
upbraid myself. So at last, becoming drowsy, I made a bed with my jacket under the windlass, and
tried to forget myself.
How long I lay there, I cannot tell; but as I rose, the first object that met my eye was Bembo at
the helm; his dark figure slowly rising and falling with the ship’s motion against the spangled
heavens behind. He seemed all impatience and expectation; standing at arm’s length from the
spokes, with one foot advanced, and his bare head thrust forward. Where I was, the watch were out
of sight; and no one else was stirring ; the deserted decks and broad white sails were gleaming in the
moonlight.
Presently, a swelling, dashing sound came upon my ear, and I had a sort of vague consciousness
that I had been hearing it before. e next instant I was broad awake and on my feet. Eight ahead,
and so near that my heart stood still, was a long line of breakers, heaving and frothing. It was the
coral reef girdling the island. Behind it, and almost casting their shadows upon the deck, were the
sleeping mountains, about whose hazy peaks the gray dawn was just breaking. e breeze had
freshened, and with a steady, gliding motion, we were running straight for the reef.
All was taken in at a glance; the fell purpose of Bembo was obvious, and with a frenzied shout to
wake the watch, I rushed a. ey sprang to their feet bewildered; and aer a short, but desperatescuffle, we tore him from the helm. In wrestling with him, the wheel—le for a moment
unguarded—flew to leeward, thus, fortunately, bringing the ship’s head to the wind, and so
retarding her progress. Previous to this, she had been kept three or four points free, so as to close
with the breakers. Her headway now shortened, I steadied the helm, keeping the sails just liing,
while we glided obliquely toward the land. To have run off before the wind—an easy thing—
would have been almost instant destruction, owing to a curve of the reef in that direction. At this
time, the Dane and the steward were still struggling with the furious Mowree, and the others were
running about irresolute and shouting.
But darting forward the instant I had the helm, the old cook thundered on the forecastle with a
handspike, “Breakers! breakers close aboard!—’bout ship! ’bout ship!”
Up came the sailors, staring about them in stupid horror.
“Haul back the head-yards!” “Let go the lee fore-brace!” “Beady about! about!” were now
shouted on all sides; while distracted by a thousand orders, they ran hither and thither, fairly
panic-stricken.
It seemed all over with us; and I was just upon the point of throwing the ship full into the wind
(a step, which, saving us for the instant, would have sealed our fate in the end), when a sharp cry
shot by my ear like the flight of an arrow.
It was Salem: “All ready for’ard; hard down!”
Round and round went the spokes—the Julia, with her short keel, spinning to windward like a
top. Soon, the jib-sheets lashed the stays, and the men, more self-possessed, flew to the braces.
“Main-sail haul!” was now heard, as the fresh breeze streamed fore and a the deck; and directly
the after-yards were whirled round.
In a half-a-minute more, we were sailing away from the land on the other tack, with every sail
distended.
Turning on her heel within little more than a biscuit’s toss of the reef, no earthly power could
have saved us, were it not that, up to the very brink of the coral rampart, there are no soundings.
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outbreak of the crew.
THE purpose of Bembo had been made known to the men generally by the watch; and now that
our salvation was certain, by an instinctive impulse they raised a cry, and rushed toward him.
Just before liberated by Dunk and the steward, he was standing doggedly by the mizzen-mast;
and, as the infuriated sailors came on, his bloodshot eye rolled, and his sheath-knife glittered over
his head.
“Down with him!” “Strike him down!” “Hang him at the main-yard!” such were the shouts
now raised. But he stood unmoved, and, for a single instant, they absolutely faltered.
“Cowards!” cried Salem, and he flung himself upon him. e steel descended like a ray of light;
but did no harm; for the sailor’s heart was beating against the Mowree’s before he was aware.
They both fell to the deck, when the knife was instantly seized, and Bembo secured.
“For’ard! for’ard with him!” was again the cry; “give him a sea-toss!” “Overboard with him!”
and he was dragged along the deck, struggling and fighting with tooth and nail.
All this uproar immediately over the mate’s head at last roused him from his drunken nap, and
he came staggering on deck.
“What’s this?” he shouted, running right in among them.
“It’s the Mowree, zur; they are going to murder him, zur,” here sobbed poor Rope Yarn,
crawling close up to him.
“Avast! avast!” roared Jermin, making a spring toward Bembo, and dashing two or three of the
sailors aside. At this moment the wretch was partly flung over the bulwarks, which shook with his
frantic struggles. In vain the doctor and others tried to save him: the men listened to nothing.
“Murder and mutiny, by the salt sea!” shouted the mate; and dashing his arms right and le, he
planted his iron hand upon the Mowree’s shoulder.
“There are two of us now; and as you serve him, you serve me,” he cried, turning fiercely round.
“Over with them together, then,” exclaimed the carpenter, springing forward; but the rest fell
back before the courageous front of Jermin, and, with the speed of thought, Bembo, unharmed,
stood upon deck.
“A with ye!” cried his deliverer; and he pushed him right among the men, taking care to
follow him up close. Giving the sailors no time to recover, he pushed the Mowree before him, till
they came to the cabin scuttle, when he drew the slide over him, and stood still. roughout,
Bembo never spoke one word.
“Now for’ard where ye belong!” cried the mate, addressing the seamen, who by this time,
rallying again, had no idea of losing their victim.
“The Mowree! the Mowree!” they shouted.
Here the doctor, in answer to the mate’s repeated questions, stepped forward, and related what
Bembo had been doing ; a matter which the mate but dimly understood from the violent
threatenings he had been hearing.
For a moment he seemed to waver; but at last, turning the key of the padlock of the slide, he
breathed through his set teeth—“Ye can’t have him; I’ll hand him over to the consul; so for’ard
with ye, I say: when there’s any drowning to be done, I’ll pass the word; so away with ye, ye
bloodthirsty pirates.”
It was to no purpose that they begged or threatened: Jermin, although by no means sober, stood
his ground manfully, and before long they dispersed, soon to forget everything that had happened.
ough we had no opportunity to hear him confess it, Bembo’s intention to destroy us was
beyond all question. His only motive could have been a desire to revenge the contumely heaped
upon him the night previous, operating upon a heart irreclaimably savage, and at no time
fraternally disposed toward the crew.During the whole of this scene the doctor did his best to save him. But well knowing that all I
could do would have been equally useless, I maintained my place at the wheel. Indeed, no one but
Jermin could have prevented this murder.
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jermin encounters an old shipmate.
DURING the morning of the day which dawned upon the events just recounted, we remained a
little to leeward of the harbour, waiting the appearance of the consul, who had promised the mate
to come off in a shore boat for the purpose of seeing him.
By this time the men had forced his secret from the cooper, and the consequence was that they
kept him continually coming and going from the aer-hold. e mate must have known this; but
he said nothing, notwithstanding all the dancing and singing, and occasional fighting which
announced the flow of the Pisco.
e peaceable influence which the doctor and myself had heretofore been exerting, was now
very nearly at an end.
Confident, from the aspect of matters, that the ship, aer all, would be obliged to go in; and
learning, moreover, that the mate had said so, the sailors, for the present, seemed in no hurry about
it; especially as the bucket of Bungs gave such generous cheer.
As for Bembo, we were told that, aer putting him in double irons, the mate had locked him up
in the captain’s state-room, taking the additional precaution of keeping the cabin scuttle secured.
From this time forward we never saw the Mowree again, a circumstance which will explain itself as
the narrative proceeds.
Noon came, and no consul; and as the aernoon advanced without any word even from the
shore, the mate was justly incensed; more especially as he had taken great pains to keep perfectly
sober against Wilson’s arrival.
Two or three hours before sundown, a small schooner came out of the harbour, and headed over
for the adjoining island of Imeeo, or Moreea, in plain sight, about fieen miles distant. e wind
failing, the current swept her down under our bows, where we had a fair glimpse of the natives on
her decks.
ere were a score of them, perhaps, lounging upon spread mats, and smoking their pipes. On
floating so near, and hearing the maudlin cries of our crew, and beholding their antics, they must
have taken us for a pirate; at any rate, they got out their sweeps, and pulled away as fast as they
could; the sight of our two six-pounders, which, by way of a joke, were now run out of the
sideports, giving a fresh impetus to their efforts. But they had not gone far, when a white man, with a
red sash about his waist, made his appearance on deck, the natives immediately desisting.
Hailing us loudly, he said he was coming aboard; and aer some confusion on the schooner’s
decks, a small canoe was launched over-hoard, and, in a minute or two, he was with us. He turned
out to be an old shipmate of Jermin’s, one Viner, long supposed dead, but now resident on the
island.
e meeting of these men, under the circumstances, is one of a thousand occurrences appearing
exaggerated in fiction; but, nevertheless, frequently realized in actual lives of adventure.
Some fieen years previous, they had sailed together as officers of the barque Jane, of London, a
South Seaman. Somewhere near the New Hebrides, they struck one night upon an unknown reef;
and, in a few hours, the Jane went to pieces. e boats, however, were saved; some provisions also,
a quadrant, and a few other articles. But several of the men were lost before they got clear of the
wreck.
e three boats, commanded respectively by the captain, Jermin, and the third mate, then set
sail for a small English settlement at the Bay of Islands in New Zealand. Of course they kept
together as much as possible. Aer being at sea about a week, a Lascar in the captain’s boat went
crazy; and, it being dangerous to keep him, they tried to throw him overboard. In the confusion
that ensued the boat capsized from the sail’s “jibing”; and a considerable sea running at the time,
and the other boats being separated more than usual, only one man was picked up. e very nextnight it blew a heavy gale; and the remaining boats taking in all sail, made bundles of their oars,
flung them overboard, and rode to them with plenty of line. When morning broke, Jermin and his
men were alone upon the ocean: the third mate’s boat, in all probability, having gone down.
Aer great hardships, the survivors caught sight of a brig, which took them on board, and
eventually landed them at Sydney.
Ever since then our mate had sailed from that port, never once hearing of his lost shipmates,
whom, by this time, of course, he had long given up. Judge, then, his feelings when Viner, the lost
third mate, the instant he touched the deck, rushed up and wrung him by the hand.
During the gale his line had parted; so that the boat, driing fast to leeward, was out of sight by
morning. Reduced, aer this, to great extremities, the boat touched, for fruit, at an island of which
they knew nothing. e natives, at first, received them kindly; but one of the men getting into a
quarrel on account of a woman, and the rest taking his part, they were all massacred but Viner,
who, at the time, was in an adjoining village. Aer staying on the island more than two years, he
finally escaped in the boat of an American whaler, which landed him at Valparaiso. From this
period he had continued to follow the seas, as a man before the mast, until about eighteen months
previous, when he went ashore at Tahiti, where he now owned the schooner we saw, in which he
traded among the neighbouring islands.
e breeze springing up again just aer nightfall, Viner le us, promising his old shipmate to
see him again, three days hence, in Papeetee harbour.
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we enter the harbour—jim the pilot.
EXHAUSTED by the day’s wassail, most of the men went below at an early hour, leaving the deck
to the steward and two of the men remaining on duty; the mate, with Baltimore and the Dane,
engaging to relieve them at midnight. At that hour, the ship—now standing off shore, under short
sail—was to be tacked.
It was not long aer midnight, when we were wakened in the forecastle by the lion roar of
Jermin’s voice, ordering a pull at the jib-halyards; and soon aerwards, a handspike struck the
scuttle, and all hands were called to take the ship into port.
is was wholly unexpected; but we learned directly that the mate, no longer relying upon the
consul, and renouncing all thought of inducing the men to change their minds, had suddenly made
up his own. He was going to beat up to the entrance of the harbour, so as to show a signal for a
pilot before sunrise.
Notwithstanding this, the sailors absolutely refused to assist in working the ship under any
circumstances whatever: to all mine and the doctor’s entreaties lending a deaf ear. Sink or strike,
they swore they would have nothing more to do with her. is perverse-ness was to be attributed,
in a great measure, to the effects of their late debauch.
With a strong breeze, all sail set, and the ship in the hands of four or five men, exhausted by two
nights’ watching, our situation was bad enough; especially as the mate seemed more reckless than
ever, and we were now to tack ship several times close under the land.
Well knowing that if anything untoward happened to the vessel before morning, it would be
imputed to the conduct of the crew, and so lead to serious results, should they ever be brought to
trial; I called together those on deck to witness my declaration;—that now that the Julia was
destined for the harbour (the only object for which I, at least, had been struggling ), I was willing to
do what I could toward carrying her in safely. In this step I was followed by the doctor.
e hours passed anxiously until morning ; when, being well to windward of the mouth of the
harbour, we bore up for it, with the union-jack at the fore. No sign, however, of boat or pilot was
seen; and after running close in several times, the ensign was set at the mizzen-peak, union down in
distress. But it was of no avail.
Attributing to Wilson this unaccountable remissness on the part of those ashore, Jermin, quite
enraged, now determined to stand boldly in upon his own responsibility; trusting solely to what he
remembered of the harbour on a visit there many years previous.
is resolution was characteristic. Even with a competent pilot, Papeetee Bay, is considered a
ticklish, one to enter. Formed by a bold sweep of the shore, it is protected seaward by the coral reef,
upon which the rollers break with great violence. Aer stretching across the bay, the barrier
extends on toward Point Venus, (9) in the district of Matavia, eight or nine miles distant. Here
there is an opening, by which ships enter, and glide down the smooth, deep canal, between the reef
and the shore, to the harbour. But, by seamen generally, the leeward entrance is preferred, as the
wind is extremely variable inside the reef. is latter entrance is a break in the barrier directly
facing the bay and village of Papeetee. It is very narrow; and from the baffling winds, currents, and
sunken rocks, ships now and then grate their keels against the coral.
But the mate was not to be daunted; so, stationing what men he had at the braces, he sprang
upon the bulwarks, and, bidding everybody keep wide awake, ordered the helm up. In a few
moments, we were running in. Being toward noon, the wind was fast leaving us, and, by the time
the breakers were roaring on either hand, little more than steerage-way was le. But on we glided
—smoothly and dely; avoiding the green, darkling objects here and there strewn in our path;
Jermin occasionally looking down in the water, and then about him, with the utmost calmness,
and not a word spoken. Just fanned along thus, it was not many minutes ere we were past alldanger, and floated into the placid basin within. is was the cleverest specimen of his seamanship
that he ever gave us.
As we held on toward the frigate and shipping, a canoe, coming out from among them,
approached. In it were a boy and an old man—both islanders; the former nearly naked, and the
latter dressed in an old naval frock-coat. Both were paddling with might and main; the old man,
once in a while, tearing his paddle out of the water; and, aer rapping his companion over the
head, both fell to with fresh vigour. As they came within hail, the old fellow, springing to his feet
and flourishing his paddle, cut some of the queerest capers; all the while jabbering something
which at first we could not understand.
Presently we made out the following :—“Ah! you pe mi, ah!—you come!—What for you come?
—You be fine for come no pilot.—I say, you hear?—I say, you ita maitui (no good).—You hear?
—You no pilot.—Yes, you d—— me, you no pilot ’t all; I d—— you; you hear?”
is tirade, which showed plainly that, whatever the profane old rascal was at, he was in right
good earnest, produced peals of laughter from the ship. Upon which, he seemed to get beside
himself; and the boy, who, with suspended paddle, was staring about him, received a sound box
over the head, which set him to work in a twinkling, and brought the canoe quite near. e orator
now opening afresh, it turned out that his vehement rhetoric was all addressed to the mate, still
standing conspicuously on the bulwarks.
But Jermin was in no humour for nonsense; so, with a sailor’s blessing, he ordered him off. e
old fellow then flew into a regular frenzy, cursing and swearing worse than any civilized being I
ever heard.
“You sabbee(10) me?” he shouted. “You know me, ah? Well; me Jim, me pilot—been pilot now
long time.”
“Ay,” cried Jermin, quite surprised, as indeed we all were, “you are the pilot, then, you old
pagan. Why didn’t you come off before this?”
“Ah! me sabbee,—me know—you piratee (pirate)—see you long time, but no me come—I
sabbee you—you ita maitai nuee (superlatively bad).”
“Paddle away with ye,” roared Jermin, in a rage; “be off! or I’ll dart a harpoon at ye!”
But, instead of obeying the order, Jim, seizing his paddle, darted the canoe right up to the
gangway, and, in two bounds, stood on deck.
Pulling a greasy silk handkerchief still lower over his brow, and improving the sit of his
frockcoat with a vigorous jerk, he then strode up to the mate; and, in a more flowery style than ever,
gave him to understand that the redoubtable “Jim,” himself, was before him; that the ship was his
until the anchor was down; and he should like to hear what anyone had to say to it.
As there now seemed little doubt that he was all he claimed to be, the Julia was at last
surrendered.
Our gentleman now proceeded to bring us to an anchor, jumping up between the knight-heads,
and bawling out “Luff ! luff ! keepy off! keepy off!” and insisting upon each time being respectfully
responded to by the man at the helm. At this time our steerage-way was almost gone; and yet, in
giving his orders, the passionate old man made as much fuss as a white squall aboard the Flying
Dutchman.
Jim turned out to be the regular pilot of the harbour; a post, be it known, of no small profit;
and, in his eyes, at least, invested with immense importance.(11) Our unceremonious entrance,
therefore, was regarded as highly insulting, and tending to depreciate both the dignity and
lucrativeness of his office.
e old man is something of a wizard. Having an understanding with the elements, certain
phenomena of theirs are exhibited for his particular benefit. Unusually clear weather, with a fine
steady breeze, is a certain sign that a merchantman is at hand; whale-spouts seen from the harbour
are tokens of a whaling vessel’s approach; and thunder and lightning, happening so seldom as they
do, are proof positive that a man-of-war is drawing near.
In short, Jim, the pilot, is quite a character in his way; and no one visits Tahiti without hearing
some curious story about him.
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a glance at papeetee—we are sent aboard the frigate.
THE village of Papeetee struck us all very pleasantly. Lying in a semicircle round the bay, the
tasteful mansions of the chiefs and foreign residents impart an air of tropical elegance, heightened
by the palm-trees waving here and there, and the deep-green groves of the Bread-Fruit in the
background. e squalid huts of the common people are out of sight, and there is nothing to mar
the prospect.
All round the water extends a wide, smooth beach of mixed pebbles and fragments of coral. This
forms the thoroughfare of the village; the handsomest houses all facing it—the fluctuation of the
tides(12) being so inconsiderable that they cause no inconvenience.
e Pritchard residence—a fine large building—occupies a site on one side of the bay: a green
lawn slopes off to the sea: and in front waves the English flag. Across the water, the tricolour also,
and the stars and stripes, distinguish the residences of the other consuls.
What greatly added to the picturesqueness of the bay at this time was the condemned hull of a
large ship, which, at the farther end of the harbour, lay bilged upon the beach, its stern settled low
in the water, and the other end high and dry. From where we lay, the trees behind seemed to lock
their leafy boughs over its bowsprit; which, from its position, looked nearly upright.
She was an American whaler, a very old cra. Having sprung a leak at sea, she had made all sail
for the island, to heave down for repairs. Found utterly unseaworthy, however, her oil was taken
out and sent home in another vessel; the hull was then stripped and sold for a trifle.
Before leaving Tahiti, I had the curiosity to go over this poor old ship, thus stranded on a
strange shore. What were my emotions, when I saw upon her stern the name of a small town on
the river Hudson! She was from the noble stream on whose banks I was born; in whose waters I
had a hundred times bathed. In an instant, palm-trees and elms—canoes and skiffs—church spires
and bamboos—all mingled in one vision of the present and the past.
But we must not leave little Jule.
At last the wishes of many were gratified; and like an aeronaut’s grapnel, her rusty little anchor
was caught in the coral groves at the bottom of Papeetee Bay. This must have been more than forty
days after leaving the Marquesas.
e sails were yet unfurled, when a boat came alongside with our esteemed friend Wilson, the
consul.
“How’s this, how’s this, Mr. Jermin?” he began, looking very savage as he touched the deck.
“What brings you in without orders?”
“You did not come off to us, as you promised, sir; and there was no hanging on longer with
nobody to work the ship,” was the blunt reply.
“So the infernal scoundrels held out—did they? Very good; I’ll make them sweat for it,” and he
eyed the scowling men with unwonted intrepidity. e truth was, he felt safer now, than when
outside the reef.
“Muster the mutineers on the quarter-deck,” he continued. “Drive them a, sir, sick and well: I
have a word to say to them.”
“Now, men,” said he, “you think it’s all well with you, I suppose. You wished the ship in, and
here she is. Captain Guy’s ashore, and you think you must go too: but we’ll see about that—I’ll
miserably disappoint you.” (ese last were his very words.) “Mr. Jermin, call off the names of
those who did not refuse duty, and let them go over to the starboard side.”
is done, a list was made out of the “mutineers,” as he was pleased to call the rest. Among
these, the doctor and myself were included; though the former stepped forward, and boldly
pleaded the office held by him when the vessel le Sydney. e mate also—who had always been
friendly—stated the service rendered by myself two nights previous, as well as my conduct when heannounced his intention to enter the harbour. For myself, I stoutly maintained that, according to
the tenor of the agreement made with Captain Guy, my time aboard the ship had expired—the
cruise being virtually at an end, however it had been brought about—and I claimed my discharge.
But Wilson would hear nothing. Marking something in my manner, nevertheless, he asked my
name and country; and then observed with a sneer, “Ah, you are the lad, I see, that wrote the
Round Robin; I’ll take good care of you, my fine fellow—step back, sir.”
As for poor Long Ghost, he denounced him as a “Sydney Flash-Gorger”; though what under
heaven he meant by that euphonious title is more than I can tell. Upon this, the doctor gave him
such a piece of his mind that the consul furiously commanded him to hold his peace, or he would
instantly have him seized into the rigging and flogged. ere was no help for either of us—we
were judged by the company we kept.
All were now sent forward; not a word being said as to what he intended doing with us.
Aer a talk with the mate, the consul withdrew, going aboard the French frigate, which lay
within a cable’s length. We now suspected his object; and since matters had come to this pass, were
rejoiced at it. In a day or two the Frenchman was to sail for Valparaiso, the usual place of
rendezvous for the English squadron in the Pacific; and doubtless, Wilson meant to put us on
board, and send us thither to be delivered up. Should our conjecture prove correct, all we had to
expect, according to our most experienced shipmates, was the fag end of a cruise in one of her
majesty’s ships, and a discharge before long at Portsmouth.
We now proceeded to put on all the clothes we could—frock over frock, and trousers over
trousers—so as to be in readiness for removal at a moment’s warning. Armed ships allow nothing
superfluous to litter up the deck; and therefore, should we go aboard the frigate, our chests and
their contents would have to be left behind.
In an hour’s time, the first cutter of the Reine Blanche came alongside, manned by eighteen or
twenty sailors, armed with cutlasses and boarding pistols—the officers, of course, wearing their
side-arms, and the consul in an official cocked hat borrowed for the occasion. e boat was
painted a “pirate black,” its crew were a dark, grim-looking set, and the officers uncommonly
fierce-looking little Frenchmen. On the whole they were calculated to intimidate—the consul’s
object, doubtless, in bringing them.
Summoned a again, everyone’s name was called separately; and being solemnly reminded that
it was his last chance to escape punishment, was asked if he still refused duty. e response was
instantaneous: “Ay, sir, I do.” In some cases followed up by divers explanatory observations, cut
short by Wilson’s ordering the delinquent to the cutter. As a general thing, the order was promptly
obeyed—some taking a sequence of hops, skips, and jumps, by way of showing not only their
unimpaired activity of body, but their alacrity in complying with all reasonable requests.
Having avowed their resolution not to pull another rope of the Julia’s—even if at once restored
to perfect health—all the invalids, with the exception of the two to be set ashore, accompanied us
into the cutter: ey were in high spirits; so much so that something was insinuated about their
not having been quite as ill as pretended.
e cooper’s name was the last called; we did not hear what he answered, but he stayed behind.
Nothing was done about the Mowree.
Shoving clear from the ship, three loud cheers were raised; Flash Jack and others receiving a
sharp reprimand for it from the consul.
“Good-bye, Little Jule,” cried Navy Bob, as we swept under the bows. “Don’t fall overboard,
Ropey,” said another to the poor landlubber, who, with Wymontoo, the Dane, and others le
behind, was looking over at us from the forecastle.
“Give her three more!” cried Salem, springing to his feet and whirling his hat round. “You sacre
dam raakeel,” shouted the lieutenant of the party, bringing the flat of his sabre across his shoulders,
“you now keepy steel.”
e doctor and myself, more discreet, sat quietly in the bow of the cutter; and for my own part,
though I did not repent what I had done, my reflections were far from being enviable.
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reception from the frenchman.
IN a few moments, we were paraded in the frigate’s gangway; the first lieutenant—an elderly
yellow-faced officer, in an ill-cut coat and tarnished gold lace—coming up, and frowning upon us.
is gentleman’s head was a mere bald spot; his legs, sticks; in short, his whole physical vigour
seemed exhausted in the production of one enormous moustache. Old Gamboge, as he was
forthwith christened, now received a paper from the consul; and, opening it, proceeded to compare
the goods delivered with the invoice.
Aer being thoroughly counted, a meek little midshipman was called, and we were soon aer
given in custody to half-a-dozen sailor-soldiers—fellows with tarpaulins and muskets. Preceded by
a pompous functionary (whom we took for one of the ship’s corporals, from his ratan and the gold
lace on his sleeve), we were now escorted down the ladders to the berth-deck.
Here we were politely handcuffed, all round; the man with the bamboo evincing the utmost
solicitude in giving us a good fit from a large basket of the articles of assorted sizes.
Taken by surprise at such an uncivil reception, a few of the party demurred; but all coyness was,
at last, overcome; and finally our feet were inserted into heavy anklets of iron, running along a
great bar bolted down to the deck. Aer this, we considered ourselves permanently established in
our new quarters.
“The deuce take their old iron!” exclaimed the doctor; “if I’d known this, I’d stayed behind.”
“Ha, ha!” cried Flash Jack, “you’re in for it, Doctor Long Ghost.”
“My hands and feet are, any way,” was the reply.
ey placed a sentry over us; a great lubber of a fellow, who marched up and down with a
dilapidated old cutlass of most extraordinary dimensions. From its length, we had some idea that it
was expressly intended to keep a crowd in order—reaching over the heads of half-a-dozen, say, so
as to get a cut at somebody behind.
“Mercy!” ejaculated the doctor with a shudder, “what a sensation it must be to be killed by such
a tool.”
We fasted till night, when one of the boys came along with a couple of “kids” containing a thin,
saffron-coloured fluid, with oily particles floating on top. e young wag told us this was soup: it
turned out to be nothing more than oleaginous warm water. Such as it was, nevertheless, we were
fain to make a meal of it, our sentry being attentive enough to undo our bracelets. e “kids”
passed from mouth to mouth, and were soon emptied.
e next morning, when the sentry’s back was turned, someone, whom we took for an English
sailor, tossed over a few oranges, the rinds of which we afterward used for cups.
On the second day nothing happened worthy of record. On the third, we were amused by the
following scene.
A man, whom we supposed a boatswain’s mate, from the silver whistle hanging from his neck,
came below, driving before him a couple of blubbering boys, and followed by a whole troop of
youngsters in tears. e pair, it seemed, were sent down to be punished by command of an officer;
the rest had accompanied them out of sympathy.
e boatswain’s mate went to work without delay, seizing the poor little culprits by their loose
frocks, and using a ratan without mercy. The other boys wept, clasped their hands, and fell on their
knees; but in vain; the boatswain’s mate only hit out at them; once in a while making them yell ten
times louder than ever.
In the midst of the tumult, down comes a midshipman, who, with a great air, orders the man on
deck, and running in among the bows, sets them to scampering in all directions.
e whole of this proceeding was regarded with infinite scorn by Navy Bob, who, years before,
had been captain of the foretop on board a line-of-battle ship. In his estimation, it was a lubberlypiece of business throughout: they did things differently in the English navy.
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the reine blanche.
I CANNOT forbear a brief reflection upon the scene ending the last chapter.
e ratanning of the young culprits, although significant of the imperfect discipline of a French
man-of-war, may also be considered as in some measure characteristic of the nation.
In an American or English ship, a boy when flogged is either lashed to the breech of a gun, or
brought right up to the gratings, the same way the men are. But as a general rule, he is never
punished beyond his strength. You seldom or never draw a cry from the young rogue. He bites his
tongue and stands up to it like a hero. If practicable (which is not always the case), he makes a
point of smiling under the operation. And so far from his companions taking any compassion on
him, they always make merry over his misfortunes. Should he turn baby and cry, they are pretty
sure to give him afterward a sly pounding in some dark corner.
is tough training produces its legitimate results.(13) e boy becomes, in time, a
thoroughbred tar, equally ready to strip and take a dozen on board his own ship, or, cutlass in
hand, dash pell-mell on board the enemy’s. Whereas the young Frenchman, as all the world
knows, makes but an indifferent seaman; and though, for the most part, he fights well enough,
somehow or other he seldom fights well enough to beat.
How few sea-battles have the French ever won! But more: how few ships have they ever carried
by the board—that true criterion of naval courage! But not a word against French bravery—there
is plenty of it; but not of the right sort. A Yankee’s, or an Englishman’s, is the downright Waterloo
“game.” e French fight better on land; and not being essentially a maritime people, they ought
to stay there. The best of shipwrights, they are no sailors.
And this carries me back to the Reine Blanche, as noble a specimen of what wood and iron can
make as ever floated.
She was a new ship: the present her maiden cruise. e greatest pains having been taken in her
construction, she was accounted the “crack” cra in the French navy. She is one of the heavy
sixtygun frigates now in vogue all over the world, and which we Yankees were the first to introduce. In
action these are the most murderous vessels ever launched.
e model of the Reine Blanche has all that warlike comeliness only to be seen in a fine
fighting ship. Still, there is a good deal of French flummery about her—brass plates and other
gewgaws stuck on all over, like baubles on a handsome woman.
Among other things, she carries a stern gallery resting on the uplied hands of two Caryatides,
larger than life. You step out upon this from the commodore’s cabin. To behold the rich hangings,
and mirrors, and mahogany within, one is almost prepared to see a bevy of ladies trip forth on the
balcony for an airing.
But come to tread the gun-deck, and all thoughts like these are put to flight. Such batteries of
thunderbolt hurlers! with a sixty-eight-pounder or two thrown in as make-weights. On the
spardeck, also, are carronades of enormous calibre.
Recently built, this vessel, of course, had the benefit of the latest improvements. I was quite
amazed to see on what high principles of art some exceedingly simple things were done. But your
Gaul is scientific about everything ; what other people accomplish by a few hard knocks, he
delights in achieving by a complex arrangement of the pulley, lever, and screw.
What demi-semi-quavers in a French air! In exchanging naval courtesies, I have known a
French band play “Yankee Doodle” with such a string of variations that no one but a “pretty ’cute”
Yankee could tell what they were at.
In the French navy they have no marines; their men, taking turns at carrying the musket, are
sailors one moment, and soldiers the next; a fellow running alo in his line frock to-day,
tomorrow stands sentry at the admiral’s cabin door. is is fatal to anything like proper sailor pride.To make a man a seaman, he should be put to no other duty. Indeed, a thorough tar is unfit for
anything else; and what is more, this fact is the best evidence of his being a true sailor.
On board the Reine Blanche, they did not have enough to eat; and what they did have was not
of the right sort. Instead of letting the sailors file their teeth against the rim of a hard sea-biscuit,
they baked their bread daily in pitiful little rolls. en they had no “grog”; as a substitute, they
drugged the poor fellows with a thin, sour wine—the juice of a few grapes, perhaps, to a pint of the
juice of water-faucets. Moreover, the sailors asked for meat, and they gave them soup; a rascally
substitute, as they well knew.
Ever since leaving home, they had been on “short allowance.” At the present time, those
belonging to the boats—and thus getting an occasional opportunity to run ashore—frequently sold
their rations of bread to some less fortunate shipmate for sixfold its real value.
Another thing tending to promote dissatisfaction among the crew was their having such a devil
of a fellow for a captain. He was one of those horrid naval bores—a great disciplinarian. In port, he
kept them constantly exercising yards and sails, and maneuvering with the boats; and at sea, they
were forever at quarters; running in and out the enormous guns, as if their arms were made for
nothing else. en there was the admiral aboard, also; and, no doubt, he too had a paternal eye
over them.
In the ordinary routine of duty, we could not but be struck with the listless, slovenly behaviour
of these men; there was nothing of the national vivacity in their movements; nothing of the quick
precision perceptible on the deck of a thoroughly-disciplined armed vessel.
All this, however, when we came to know the reason, was no matter of surprise; three-fourths of
them were pressed men. Some old merchant sailors had been seized the very day they landed from
distant voyages; while the landsmen, of whom there were many, had been driven down from the
country in herds, and so sent to sea.
At the time, I was quite amazed to hear of press-gangs in a day of comparative peace; but the
anomaly is accounted for by the fact that, of late, the French have been building up a great military
marine, to take the place of that which Nelson gave to the waves of the sea at Trafalgar. But it is to
be hoped that they are not building their ships for the people across the channel to take. In case of
a war, what a fluttering of French ensigns there would be!
ough I say the French are no sailors, I am far from seeking to underrate them as a people.
They are an ingenious and right gallant nation. And, as an American, I take pride in asserting it.
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they take us ashore—what happened there.
FIVE days and nights, if I remember right, we were aboard the frigate. On the aernoon of the
fih, we were told that the next morning she sailed for Valparaiso. Rejoiced at this, we prayed for a
speedy passage. But, as it turned out, the consul had no idea of letting us off so easily. To our no
small surprise, an officer came along toward night, and ordered us out of irons. Being then
mustered in the gangway, we were escorted into a cutter alongside, and pulled ashore.
Accosted by Wilson as we struck the beach, he delivered us up to a numerous guard of natives,
who at once conducted us to a house near by. Here we were made to sit down under a shade
without; and the consul and two elderly European residents passed by us, and entered.
Aer some delay, during which we were much diverted by the hilarious good-nature of our
guard—one of our number was called out for, followed by an order for him to enter the house
alone.
On returning a moment aer, he told us we had little to encounter. It had simply been asked
whether he still continued of the same mind; on replying yes, something was put down upon a
piece of paper, and he was waved outside. All being summoned in rotation, my own turn came at
last.
Within, Wilson and his two friends were seated magisterially at a table—an inkstand, a pen, and
a sheet of paper lending quite a business-like air to the apartment. ese three gentlemen, being
arrayed in coats and pantaloons, looked respectable, at least in a country where complete suits of
garments are so seldom met with. One present essayed a solemn aspect; but having a short neck
and full face, only made out to look stupid.
It was this individual who condescended to take a paternal interest in myself. Aer declaring my
resolution with respect to the ship unalterable, I was proceeding to withdraw, in compliance with a
sign from the consul, when the stranger turned round to him, saying, “Wait a minute, if you
please, Mr. Wilson; let me talk to that youth. Come here, my young friend: I’m extremely sorry to
see you associated with these bad men; do you know what it will end in?”
“Oh, that’s the lad that wrote the Round Robin,” interposed the consul. “He and that rascally
doctor are at the bottom of the whole affair—go outside, sir.”
I retired as from the presence of royalty; backing out with many bows.
e evident prejudice of Wilson against both the doctor and myself was by no means
inexplicable. A man of any education before the mast is always looked upon with dislike by his
captain; and, never mind how peaceable he may be, should any disturbance arise, from his
intellectual superiority, he is deemed to exert an underhand influence against the officers.
Little as I had seen of Captain Guy, the few glances cast upon me aer being on board a week or
so were sufficient to reveal his enmity—a feeling quickened by my undisguised companionship
with Long Ghost, whom he both feared and cordially hated. Guy’s relations with the consul
readily explains the latter’s hostility.
e examination over, Wilson and his friends advanced to the doorway; when the former,
assuming a severe expression, pronounced our perverseness infatuation in the extreme. Nor was
there any hope le: our last chance for pardon was gone. Even were we to become contrite and
crave permission to return to duty, it would not now be permitted.
“Oh! get along with your gammon, counsellor,” exclaimed Black Dan, absolutely indignant that
his understanding should be thus insulted.
Quite enraged, Wilson bade him hold his peace; and then, summoning a fat old native to his
side, addressed him in Tahitian, giving directions for leading us away to a place of safe keeping.
Hereupon, being marshalled in order, with the old man at our head, we were put in motion,
with loud shouts, along a fine pathway, running far on through wide groves of the cocoa-nut andbread-fruit.
e rest of our escort trotted on beside us in high good-humour; jabbering broken English, and
in a hundred ways giving us to understand that Wilson was no favourite of theirs, and that we were
prime, good fellows for holding out as we did. They seemed to know our whole history.
e scenery around was delightful. e tropical day was fast drawing to a close; and from where
we were, the sun looked like a vast red fire burning in the woodlands—its rays falling aslant
through the endless ranks of trees, and every leaf fringed with flame. Escaped from the confined
decks of the frigate, the air breathed spices to us; streams were heard flowing ; green boughs were
rocking; and far inland, all sunset flushed, rose the still, steep peaks of the island.
As we proceeded, I was more and more struck by the picturesqueness of the wide, shaded road.
In several places, durable bridges of wood were thrown over large water-courses; others were
spanned by a single arch of stone. In any part of the road, three horsemen might have ridden
abreast.
is beautiful avenue—by far the best thing which civilization has done for the island—is
called by foreigners “the Broom Road,” though for what reason I do not know. Originally planned
for the convenience of the missionaries journeying from one station to another, it almost
completely encompasses the larger peninsula; skirting for a distance of at least sixty miles along the
low, fertile lands bordering the sea. But on the side next Taiarboo, or the lesser peninsula, it sweeps
through a narrow, secluded valley, and thus crosses the island in that direction.
e uninhabited interior, being almost impenetrable from the densely-wooded glens, frightful
precipices, and sharp mountain ridges absolutely inaccessible, is but little known, even to the
natives themselves; and so, instead of striking directly across from one village to another, they
follow the Broom Road round and round.(14)
It is by no means, however, altogether travelled on foot; horses being now quite plentiful. ey
were introduced from Chili; and possessing all the gaiety, fleetness, and docility of the Spanish
breed, are admirably adapted to the tastes of the higher classes, who as equestrians have become
very expert. e missionaries and chiefs never think of journeying except in the saddle; and at all
hours of the day you see the latter galloping along at full speed. Like the Sandwich Islanders, they
ride like Pawnee-Loups.
For miles and miles I have travelled the Broom Road, and never wearied of the continual
change of scenery. But wherever it leads you—whether through level woods, across grassy glens, or
over hills waving with palms—the bright blue sea on one side, and the green mountain pinnacles
on the other, are always in sight.
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the calabooza beretanee.
ABOUT a mile from the village we came to a halt.
It was a beautiful spot. A mountain stream here flowed at the foot of a verdant slope; on one
hand, it murmured along until the waters, spreading themselves upon a beach of small, sparkling
shells, trickled into the sea; on the other was a long defile, where the eye pursued a gleaming,
sinuous thread, lost in shade and verdure.
e ground next the road was walled in by a low, rude parapet of stones; and, upon the summit
of the slope beyond, was a large, native house, the thatch dazzling white, and in shape an oval.
“Calabooza! Calabooza Beretanee!” (the English Jail), cried our conductor, pointing to the
building.
For a few months past, having been used by the consul as a house of confinement for his
refractory sailors, it was thus styled to distinguish it from similar places in and about Papeetee.
ough extremely romantic in appearance, on a near approach it proved hut ill adapted to
domestic comfort. In short, it was a mere shell, recently built, and still unfinished. It was open all
round, and tus of grass were growing here and there under the very roof. e only piece of
furniture was the “stocks,” a clumsy machine for keeping people in one place, which, I believe, is
pretty much out of date in most countries. It is still in use, however, among the Spaniards in South
America; from whom, it seems, the Tahitians have borrowed the contrivance, as well as the name
by which all places of confinement are known among them.
The stocks were nothing more than two stout timbers, about twenty feet in length, and precisely
alike. One was placed edgeways on the ground, and the other, resting on top, le, at regular
intervals along the seam, several round holes, the object of which was evident at a glance.
By this time, our guide had informed us that he went by the name of “Capin Bob” (Captain
Bob); and a hearty old Bob he proved. It was just the name for him. From the first, so pleased were
we with the old man that we cheerfully acquiesced in his authority.
Entering the building, he set us about fetching heaps of dry leaves to spread behind the stocks
for a couch. A trunk of a small cocoa-nut tree was then placed for a bolster—rather a hard one, but
the natives are used to it. For a pillow, they use a little billet of wood, scooped out, and standing on
four short legs—a sort of head-stool.
ese arrangements completed, Captain Bob proceeded to “hanna-par,” or secure us, for the
night. e upper timber of the machine being lied at one end, and our ankles placed in the
semicircular spaces of the lower one, the other beam was then, dropped; both being finally secured
together by an old iron hoop at either extremity. is initiation was performed to the boisterous
mirth of the natives, and diverted ourselves not a little.
Captain Bob now bustled about, like an old woman seeing the children to bed. A basket of
baked “taro,” or Indian turnip, was brought in, and we were given a piece all round. en a great
counterpane of coarse, brown “tappa,” was stretched over the whole party; and, aer sundry
injunctions to “moee-moee,” and be “maitai”—in other words, to go to sleep, and be good boys—
we were left to ourselves, fairly put to bed and tucked in.
Much talk was now had concerning our prospects in life; but the doctor and I, who lay side by
side, thinking the occasion better adapted to meditation, kept pretty silent; and, before long, the
rest ceased conversing, and, wearied with loss of rest on board the frigate, were soon sound asleep.
Aer sliding from one reverie into another, I started, and gave the doctor a pinch. He was
dreaming, however; and, resolved to follow his example, I troubled him no more.
How the rest managed, I know not; but for my own part, I found it very hard to get to sleep.
e consciousness of having one’s foot pinned; and the impossibility of getting it anywhere else
than just where it was, was most distressing.But this was not all: there was no way of lying but straight on your back; unless, to be sure, one’s
limb went round and round in the ankle, like a swivel. Upon getting into a sort of doze, it was no
wonder this uneasy posture gave me the nightmare. Under the delusion that I was about some
gymnastics or other, I gave my unfortunate member such a twitch that I started up with the idea
that someone was dragging the stocks away.
Captain Bob and his friends lived in a little hamlet hard by; and when morning showed in the
East, the old gentleman came forth from that direction likewise, emerging from a grove, and
saluting us loudly as he approached.
Finding everybody awake, he set us at liberty; and, leading us down to the stream, ordered every
man to strip and bathe.
“All han’s, my boy, hanna-hanna, wash!” he cried. Bob was a linguist, and had been to sea in his
day, as he many a time afterwards told us.
At this moment, we were all alone with him; and it would have been the easiest thing in the
world to have given him the slip; but he seemed to have no idea of such a thing ; treating us so
frankly and cordially, indeed, that even had we thought of running, we should have been ashamed
of attempting it. He very well knew, nevertheless (as we ourselves were not slow in finding out),
that, for various reasons, any attempt of the kind, without some previously arranged plan for
leaving the island, would be certain to fail.
As Bob was a rare one every way, I must give some account of him. ere was a good deal of
“personal appearance” about him; in short, he was a corpulent giant, over six feet in height, and
literally as big round as a hogshead. e enormous bulk of some of the Tahitians has been
frequently spoken of by voyagers.
Beside being the English consul’s jailer, as it were, he carried on a little Tahitian farming ; that is
to say, he owned several groves of the bread-fruit and palm, and never hindered their growing.
Close by was a “taro” patch of his which he occasionally visited.
Bob seldom disposed of the produce of his lands; it was all needed for domestic consumption.
Indeed, for gormandizing, I would have matched him against any three common-council men at a
civic feast.
A friend of Bob’s told me that, owing to his voraciousness, his visits to other parts of the island
were much dreaded; for, according to Tahitian customs, hospitality without charge is enjoined
upon everyone; and though it is reciprocal in most cases, in Bob’s it was almost out of the question.
e damage done to a native larder in one of his morning calls was more than could be made good
by his entertainer’s spending the holidays with them.
e old man, as I have hinted, had, once upon a time, been a cruise or two in a whaling-vessel;
and, therefore, he prided himself upon his English. Having acquired what he knew of it in the
forecastle, he talked little else than sailor phrases, which sounded whimsically enough.
I asked him one day how old he was. “Olee?” he exclaimed, looking very profound in
consequence of thoroughly understanding so subtile a question—“Oh! very olee—‘tousand ’ear—
more—big man when Capin Tootee (Captain Cook) heavey in sight.” (In sea parlance, came into
view.)
is was a thing impossible; but adapting my discourse to the man, I rejoined—“Ah! you see
Capin Tootee—well, how you like him?”
“Oh! he maitai: (good) friend of me, and know my wife.”
On my assuring him strongly that he could not have been born at the time, he explained
himself by saying that he was speaking of his father, all the while. is, indeed, might very well
have been.
It is a curious fact that all these people, young and old, will tell you that they have enjoyed the
honour of a personal acquaintance with the great navigator; and if you listen to them, they will go
on and tell anecdotes without end. is springs from nothing but their great desire to please; well
knowing that a more agreeable topic for a white man could not be selected. As for the
anachronism of the thing, they seem to have no idea of it: days and years are all the same to them.
Aer our sunrise bath, Bob once more placed us in the stocks, almost moved to tears at
subjecting us to so great a hardship; but he could not treat us otherwise, he said, on pain of theconsul’s displeasure. How long we were to be confined, he did not know; nor what was to be done
with us in the end.
As noon advanced, and no signs of a meal were visible, someone inquired whether we were to be
boarded, as well as lodged, at the Hotel de Calabooza?
“Vast heavey” (avast heaving, or wait a bit)—said Bob—“kow-kow” (food) “come ship by by.”
And, sure enough, along comes Rope Tarn with a wooden bucket of the Julia’s villainous
biscuit. With a grin, he said it was a present from Wilson: it was all we were to get that day. A
great cry was now raised; and well was it for the land-lubber that lie had a pair of legs, and the men
could not use theirs. One and all, we resolved not to touch the bread, come what come might; and
so we told the natives.
Being extravagantly fond of ship-biscuit—the harder the better—they were quite overjoyed; and
offered to give us, every day, a small quantity of baked bread-fruit and Indian turnip in exchange
for the bread. is we agreed to; and every morning aerward, when the bucket came, its contents
were at once handed over to Bob and his friends, who never ceased munching until nightfall.
Our exceedingly frugal meal of bread-fruit over, Captain Bob waddled up to us with a couple of
long poles hooked at one end, and several large baskets of woven cocoa-nut branches.
Not far off was an extensive grove of orange-trees in full bearing ; and myself and another were
selected to go with him, and gather a supply for the party. When we went in among the trees, the
sumptuousness of the orchard was unlike anything I had ever seen; while the fragrance shaken
from the gently waving boughs regaled our senses most delightfully.
In many places the trees formed a dense shade, spreading overhead a dark, rustling vault, groined
with boughs, and studded here and there with the ripened spheres, like gilded balls. In several
places, the overladen branches were borne to the earth, hiding the trunk in a tent of foliage. Once
fairly in the grove, we could see nothing else; it was oranges all round.
To preserve the fruit from bruising, Bob, hooking the twigs with his pole, let them fall into his
basket. But this would not do for us. Seizing hold of a bough, we brought such a shower to the
ground that our old friend was fain to run from under. Heedless of remonstrance, we then reclined
in the shade, and feasted to our heart’s content. Heaping up the baskets aerwards, we returned to
our comrades, by whom our arrival was hailed with loud plaudits; and in a marvellously short time,
nothing was left of the oranges we brought but the rinds.
While inmates of the Calabooza, we had as much of the fruit as we wanted; and to this cause,
and others that might be mentioned, may be ascribed the speedy restoration of our sick to
comparative health.
e orange of Tahiti is delicious—small and sweet, with a thin, dry rind. ough now
abounding, it was unknown before Cook’s time, to whom the natives are indebted for so great a
blessing. He likewise introduced several other kinds of fruit; among these were the fig, pineapple,
and lemon, now seldom met with. e lime still grows, and some of the poorer natives express the
juice to sell to the shipping. It is highly valued as an anti-scorbutic. Nor was the variety of foreign
fruits and vegetables which were introduced the only benefit conferred by the first visitors to the
Society group. Cattle and sheep were left at various places. More of them anon.
us, aer all that of late years has been done for these islanders, Cook and Vancouver may, in
one sense at least, be considered their greatest benefactors.
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proceedings of the french at tahiti.
AS I happened to arrive at the island at a very interesting period in its political affairs, it may be
well to give some little account here of the proceedings of the French, by way of episode to the
narrative. My information was obtained at the time from the general reports then rife among the
natives, as well as from what I learned upon a subsequent visit, and reliable accounts which I have
seen since reaching home.
It seems that for some time back the French had been making repeated ineffectual attempts to
plant a Roman Catholic mission here. But, invariably treated with contumely, they sometimes met
with open violence; and, in every case, those directly concerned in the enterprise were ultimately
forced to depart. In one instance, two priests, Laval and Caset, aer enduring a series of
persecutions, were set upon by the natives, maltreated, and finally carried aboard a small trading
schooner, which eventually put them ashore at Wallis’ island—a savage place—some two thousand
miles to the westward.
Now, that the resident English missionaries authorized the banishment of these priests is a fact
undenied by themselves. I was also repeatedly informed that by their inflammatory harangues they
instigated the riots which preceded the sailing of the schooner. At all events, it is certain that their
unbounded influence with the natives would easily have enabled them to prevent everything that
took place on this occasion, had they felt so inclined.
Melancholy as such an example of intolerance on the part of Protestant missionaries must
appear, it is not the only one, and by no means the most flagrant, which might be presented. But I
forbear to mention any others; since they have been more than hinted at by recent voyagers, and
their repetition here would perhaps be attended with no good effect. Besides, the conduct of the
Sandwich Island missionaries in particular has latterly much amended in this respect.
e treatment of the two priests formed the principal ground (and the only justifiable one)
upon which Du Petit ouars demanded satisfaction; and which subsequently led to his seizure of
the island. In addition to other things, he also charged that the flag of Merenhout, the consul, had
been repeatedly insulted, and the property of a certain French resident violently appropriated by
the government. In the latter instance, the natives were perfectly in the right. At that time, the law
against the traffic in ardent spirits (every now and then suspended and revived) happened to be in
force; and finding a large quantity on the premises of Victor, a low, knavish adventurer from
Marseilles, the Tahitians pronounced it forfeit.
For these, and similar alleged outrages, a large pecuniary restitution was demanded (10,000
dollars), which there being no exchequer to supply, the island was forthwith seized, under cover of
a mock treaty, dictated to the chiefs on the gun-deck of Du Petit Thouars’ frigate.
But, notwithstanding this formality, there seems now little doubt that the downfall of the
Pomarees was decided upon at the Tuilleries.
Aer establishing the Protectorate, so called, the rear-admiral sailed; leaving M. Bruat governor,
assisted by Reine and Carpegne, civilians, named members of the Council of Government, and
Merenhout, the consul, now made Commissioner Royal. No soldiers, however, were landed until
several months aerward. As men, Reine and Carpegne were not disliked by the natives; but Bruat
and Merenhout they bitterly detested. In several interviews with the poor queen, the unfeeling
governor sought to terrify her into compliance with his demands; clapping his hand upon his
sword, shaking his fist in her face, and swearing violently. “Oh, king of a great nation,” said
Pomaree, in her letter to Louis Philippe, “fetch away this man; I and my people cannot endure his
evil doings. He is a shameless man.”
Although the excitement among the natives did not wholly subside upon the rear-admiral’s
departure, no overt act of violence immediately followed. e queen had fled to Imeeo; and thedissensions among the chiefs, together with the ill-advised conduct of the missionaries, prevented a
union upon some common plan of resistance. But the great body of the people, as well as their
queen, confidently relied upon the speedy interposition of England—a nation bound to them by
many ties, and which, more than once, had solemnly guaranteed their independence.
As for the missionaries, they openly defied the French governor, childishly predicting fleets and
armies from Britain. But what is the welfare of a spot like Tahiti to the mighty interests of France
and England! ere was a remonstrance on one side, and a reply on the other; and there the
matter rested. For once in their brawling lives, St. George and St. Denis were hand and glove; and
they were not going to cross sabres about Tahiti.
During my stay upon the island, so far as I could see, there was little to denote that any change
had taken place in the government.
Such laws as they had were administered the same as ever; the missionaries went about
unmolested, and comparative tranquillity everywhere prevailed. Nevertheless, I sometimes heard
the natives inveighing against the French (no favourites, by the bye, throughout Polynesia), and
bitterly regretting that the queen had not, at the outset, made a stand.
In the house of the chief Adeea, frequent discussions took place concerning the ability of the
island to cope with the French: the number of fighting men and muskets among the natives were
talked of, as well as the propriety of fortifying several heights overlooking Papeetee. Imputing
these symptoms to the mere resentment of a recent outrage, and not to any determined spirit of
resistance, I little anticipated the gallant, though useless warfare, so soon to follow my departure.
At a period subsequent to my first visit, the island, which before was divided into nineteen
districts, with a native chief over each, in capacity of governor and judge, was, by Bruat, divided
into four. Over these he set as many recreant chiefs, Kitoti, Tati, Utamai, and Paraita; to whom he
paid 1000 dollars each, to secure their assistance in carrying out his evil designs.
e first blood shed, in any regular conflict, was at Mahanar, upon the peninsula of Taraiboo.
The fight originated in the seizure of a number of women from the shore by men belonging to one
of the French vessels of war. In this affair, the islanders fought desperately, killing about fifty of the
enemy, and losing ninety of their own number. e French sailors and marines, who, at the time,
were reported to be infuriated with liquor, gave no quarter; and the survivors only saved
themselves by fleeing to the mountains. Subsequently, the battles of Hararparpi and Fararar were
fought, in which the invaders met with indifferent success.
Shortly aer the engagement at Hararparpi, three Frenchmen were waylaid in a pass of the
valleys, and murdered by the incensed natives. One was Lefevre, a notorious scoundrel, and a spy,
whom Bruat had sent to conduct a certain Major Fergus (said to be a Pole) to the hiding-place of
four chiefs, whom the governor wished to seize and execute. is circumstance violently inflamed
the hostility of both parties.
About this time, Kitoti, a depraved chief, and the pliant tool of Bruat, was induced by him to
give a great feast in the Vale of Paree, to which all his countrymen were invited. e governor’s
object was to gain over all he could to his interests; he supplied an abundance of wine and brandy,
and a scene of bestial intoxication was the natural consequence. Before it came to this, however,
several speeches were made by the islanders. One of these, delivered by an aged warrior, who had
formerly been at the head of the celebrated Aeorai Society, was characteristic. “is is a very good
feast,” said the reeling old man, “and the wine also is very good; but you evil-minded Wee-Wees
(French), and you false-hearted men of Tahiti, are all very bad.”
By the latest accounts, most of the islanders still refuse to submit to the French; and what turn
events may hereaer take, it is hard to predict. At any rate, these disorders must accelerate the final
extinction of their race.
Along with the few officers le by Du Petit ouars were several French priests, for whose
unobstructed exertions in the dissemination of their faith, the strongest guarantees were provided
by an article of the treaty. But no one was bound to offer them facilities; much less a luncheon, the
first day they went ashore. True, they had plenty of gold; but to the natives it was anathema—
taboo—and, for several hours and some odd minutes, they would not touch it. Emissaries of the
Pope and the devil, as the strangers were considered—the smell of sulphur hardly yet shaken out oftheir canonicals—what islander would venture to jeopardize his soul, and call down a blight on his
breadfruit, by holding any intercourse with them! at morning the priests actually picknicked in
grove of cocoa-nut trees; but, before night, Christian hospitality—in exchange for a commercial
equivalent of hard dollars—was given them in an adjoining house.
Wanting in civility, as the conduct of the English missionaries may be thought, in withholding
a decent reception to these persons, the latter were certainly to blame in needlessly placing
themselves in so unpleasant a predicament. Under far better auspices, they might have settled upon
some one of the thousand unconverted isles of the Pacific, rather than have forced themselves thus
upon a people already professedly Christians.
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we receive calls at the hotel de calabooza.
OUR place of confinement being open all round, and so near the Broom Road, of course we were
in plain sight of everybody passing ; and, therefore, we had no lack of visitors among such an idle,
inquisitive set as the Tahitians. For a few days, they were coming and going continually; while,
thus ignobly fast by the foot, we were fain to give passive audience.
During this period, we were the lions of the neighbourhood; and, no doubt, strangers from the
distant villages were taken to see the “Karhowrees” (white men), in the same way that
countrymen, in a city, are gallanted to the Zoölogical Gardens.
All this gave us a fine opportunity of making observations. I was painfully struck by the
considerable number of sickly or deformed persons; undoubtedly made so by a virulent complaint,
which, under native treatment, almost invariably affects, in the end, the muscles and bones of the
body. In particular, there is a distortion of the back, most unsightly to behold, originating in a
horrible form of the malady.
Although this, and other bodily afflictions, were unknown before the discovery of the islands by
the whites, there are several cases found of the Pa-Fa, or Elephantiasis—a native disease, which
seems to have prevailed among them from the earliest antiquity. Affecting the legs and feet alone,
it swells them, in some instances, to the girth of a man’s body, covering the skin with scales. It
might be supposed that one, thus afflicted, would be incapable of walking ; but, to all appearance,
they seem to be nearly as active as anybody; apparently suffering no pain, and bearing the calamity
with a degree of cheerfulness truly marvellous.
e Fa-Fa is very gradual in its approaches, and years elapse before the limb is fully swollen. Its
origin is ascribed by the natives to various causes; but the general impression seems to be that it
arises, in most cases, from the eating of unripe bread-fruit and Indian turnip. So far as I could find
out, it is not hereditary. In no stage do they attempt a cure; the complaint being held incurable.
Speaking of the Fa-Fa reminds me of a poor fellow, a sailor, whom I aerward saw at
Roorootoo, a lone island, some two days’ sail from Tahiti.
e island is very small, and its inhabitants nearly extinct. We sent a boat off to see whether any
yams were to be had, as, formerly, the yams of Roorootoo were as famous among the islands round
about, as Sicily oranges in the Mediterranean. Going ashore, to my surprise, I was accosted, near a
little shanty of a church, by a white man, who limped forth from a wretched hut. His hair and
beard were unshorn, his face deadly pale and haggard, and one limb swelled with the Fa-Fa to an
incredible bigness. is was the first instance of a foreigner suffering from it that I had ever seen,
or heard of; and the spectacle shocked me accordingly.
He had been there for years. From the first symptoms, he could not believe his complaint to be
what it really was, and trusted it would soon disappear. But when it became plain that his only
chance for recovery was a speedy change of climate, no ship would receive him as a sailor: to think
of being taken as a passenger was idle. is speaks little for the humanity of sea captains; but the
truth is that those in the Pacific have little enough of the virtue; and, nowadays, when so many
charitable appeals are made to them, they have become callous.
I pitied the poor fellow from the bottom of my heart; but nothing could I do, as our captain was
inexorable. “Why,” said he, “here we are—started on a six months’ cruise—I can’t put back; and he
is better off on the island than at sea. So on Roorootoo he must die.” And probably he did.
I aerwards heard of this melancholy object, from two seamen. His attempts to leave were still
unavailing, and his hard fate was fast closing in.
Notwithstanding the physical degeneracy of the Tahitians as a people, among the chiefs,
individuals of personable figures are still frequently met with; and, occasionally, majestic-looking
men, and diminutive women as lovely as the nymphs who, nearly a century ago, swam round theships of Wallis. In these instances, Tahitian beauty is quite as seducing as it proved to the crew of
the Bounty; the young girls being just such creatures as a poet would picture in the tropics—so,
plump, and dreamy-eyed.
e natural complexion of both sexes is quite light; but the males appear much darker, from
their exposure to the sun. A dark complexion, however, in a man, is highly esteemed, as indicating
strength of both body and soul. Hence there is a saying, of great antiquity among them.
“If dark the cheek of the mother,
The son will sound the war-conch;
If strong her frame, he will give laws.”
With this idea of manliness, no wonder the Tahitians regarded all pale and tepid-looking
Europeans as weak and feminine; whereas, a sailor, with a cheek like the breast of a roast turkey, is
held a lad of brawn: to use their own phrase, a “taata tona,” or man of bones.
Speaking of bones recalls an ugly custom of theirs, now obsolete—that of making fish-hooks
and gimlets out of those of their enemies. is beats the Scandinavians turning people’s skulls into
cups and saucers.
But to return to the Calabooza Beretanee. Immense was the interest we excited among the
throngs that called there; they would stand talking about us by the hour, growing most
unnecessarily excited too, and dancing up and down with all the vivacity of their race. ey
invariably sided with us; flying out against the consul, and denouncing him as “Ita maitai nuee,” or
very bad exceedingly. They must have borne him some grudge or other.
Nor were the women, sweet souls, at all backward in visiting. Indeed, they manifested even
more interest than the men; gazing at us with eyes full of a thousand meanings, and conversing
with marvellous rapidity. But, alas! inquisitive though they were, and, doubtless, taking some
passing compassion on us, there was little real feeling in them aer all, and still less sentimental
sympathy. Many of them laughed outright at us, noting only what was ridiculous in our plight.
I think it was the second day of our confinement that a wild, beautiful girl burst into the
Calabooza, and, throwing herself into an arch attitude, stood afar off, and gazed at us. She was a
heartless one:—tickled to death with Black Dan’s nursing his chafed ankle, and indulging in
certain moral reflections on the consul and Captain Guy. Aer laughing her fill at him, she
condescended to notice the rest; glancing from one to another in the most methodical and
provoking manner imaginable. Whenever anything struck her comically, you saw it like a flash—
her finger levelled instantaneously, and, flinging herself back, she gave loose to strange, hollow
little notes of laughter, that sounded like the bass of a music-box, playing a lively air with the lid
down.
Now, I knew not that there was anything in my own appearance calculated to disarm ridicule;
and indeed, to have looked at all heroic, under the circumstances, would have been rather difficult.
Still, I could not but feel exceedingly annoyed at the prospect of being screamed at, in turn, by this
mischievous young witch, even though she were but an islander. And, to tell a secret, her beauty
had something to do with this sort of feeling ; and, pinioned as I was to a log, and clad most
unbecomingly, I began to grow sentimental.
Ere her glance fell upon me, I had, unconsciously, thrown myself into the most graceful attitude
I could assume, leaned my head upon my hand, and summoned up as abstracted an expression as
possible. ough my face was averted, I soon felt it flush, and knew that the glance was on me;
deeper and deeper grew the flush, and not a sound of laughter.
Delicious thought! she was moved at the sight of me. I could stand it no longer, but started up.
Lo! there she was; her great hazel eyes rounding and rounding in her head, like two stars, her
whole frame in a merry quiver, and an expression about the mouth that was sudden and violent
death to anything like sentiment.
e next moment she spun round, and, bursting from peal to peal of laughter, went racing out
of the Calabooza; and, in mercy to me, never returned.
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life at the calabooza.
A FEW days passed; and, at last, our docility was rewarded by some indulgence on the part of
Captain Bob.
He allowed the entire party to be at large during the day; only enjoining upon us always to keep
within hail. is, to be sure, was in positive disobedience to Wilson’s orders; and so, care had to be
taken that he should not hear of it. ere was little fear of the natives telling him; but strangers
travelling the Broom Road might. By way of precaution, boys were stationed as scouts along the
road. At sight of a white man, they sounded the alarm! when we all made for our respective holes
(the stocks being purposely le open): the beam then descended, and we were prisoners. As soon as
the traveller was out of sight, of course, we were liberated.
Notwithstanding the regular supply of food which we obtained from Captain Bob and his
friends, it was so small that we oen felt most intolerably hungry. We could not blame them for
not bringing us more, for we soon became aware that they had to pinch themselves in order to give
us what they did; besides, they received nothing for their kindness but the daily bucket of bread.
Among a people like the Tahitians, what we call “hard times” can only be experienced in the
scarcity of edibles; yet, so destitute are many of the common people that this most distressing
consequence of civilization may be said, with them, to be ever present. To be sure, the natives
about the Calabooza had abundance of limes and oranges; but what were these good for, except to
impart a still keener edge to appetites which there was so little else to gratify? During the height of
the bread-fruit season, they fare better; but, at other times, the demands of the shipping exhaust
the uncultivated resources of the island; and the lands being mostly owned by the chiefs, the
inferior orders have to suffer for their cupidity. Deprived of their nets, many of them would starve.
As Captain Bob insensibly remitted his watchfulness, and we began to stroll farther and farther
from the Calabooza, we managed, by a systematic foraging upon the country round about, to make
up some of our deficiencies. And fortunate it was that the houses of the wealthier natives were just
as open to us as those of the most destitute; we were treated as kindly in one as the other.
Once in a while, we came in at the death of a chiefs pig ; the noise of whose slaughtering was
generally to be heard at a great distance. An occasion like this gathers the neighbours together, and
they have a bit of a feast, where a stranger is always welcome. A good loud squeal, therefore, was
music in our ears. It showed something going on in that direction.
Breaking in upon the party tumultuously, as we did, we always created a sensation. Sometimes,
we found the animal still alive and struggling ; in which case, it was generally dropped at our
approach.
To provide for these emergencies, Flash Jack generally repaired to the scene of operations with a
sheath-knife between his teeth, and a club in his hand. Others were exceedingly officious in
singeing off the bristles, and disembowelling. Doctor Long Ghost and myself, however, never
meddled with these preliminaries, but came to the feast itself with unimpaired energies.
Like all lank men, my long friend had an appetite of his own. Others occasionally went about
seeking what they might devour, but he was always on the alert.
He had an ingenious way of obviating an inconvenience which we all experienced at times. e
islanders seldom use salt with their food; so he begged Rope Yarn to bring him some from the
ship; also a little pepper, if he could; which, accordingly, was done. is he placed in a small
leather wallet—a “monkey bag” (so called by sailors)—usually worn as a purse about the neck.
“In my opinion,” said Long Ghost, as he tucked the wallet out of sight, “it behooves a stranger,
in Tahiti, to have his knife in readiness, and his castor slung.”
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visit from an old acquaintance.
WE had not been many days ashore, when Doctor Johnson was espied coming along the Broom
Road.
We had heard that he meditated a visit, and suspected what he was aer. Being upon the
consul’s hands, all our expenses were of course payable by him in his official capacity; and,
therefore, as a friend of Wilson, and sure of good pay, the shore doctor had some idea of allowing
us to run up a bill with him. True, it was rather awkward to ask us to take medicines which, on
board the ship, he told us were not needed. However, he resolved to put a bold face on the matter,
and give us a call.
His approach was announced by one of the scouts, upon which someone suggested that we
should let him enter, and then put him in the stocks. But Long Ghost proposed better sport. What
it was, we shall presently see.
Very bland and amiable, Doctor Johnson advanced, and, resting his cane on the stocks, glanced
to right and le, as we lay before him. “Well, my lads”—he began—“how do you find yourselves
to-day?”
Looking very demure, the men made some rejoinder; and he went on.
“ose poor fellows I saw the other day—the sick, I mean—how are they?” and he scrutinized
the company. At last, he singled out one who was assuming a most unearthly appearance, and
remarked that he looked as if he were extremely ill. “Yes,” said the sailor dolefully, “I’m afeard,
doctor, I’ll soon be losing the number of my mess!” (a sea phrase, for departing this life) and he
closed his eyes, and moaned.
“What does he say?” said Johnson, turning round eagerly.
“Why,” exclaimed Flash Jack, who volunteered as interpreter, “he means he’s going to croak”
(die).
“Croak! and what does that mean, applied to a patient?”
“Oh! I understand,” said he, when the word was explained; and he stepped over the stocks, and
felt the man’s pulse.
“What’s his name?” he asked, turning this time to old Navy Bob.
“We calls him Jingling Joe,” replied that worthy.
“Well then, men, you must take good care of poor Joseph; and I will send him a powder, which
must be taken according to the directions. Some of you know how to read, I presume?”
“at ere young cove does,” replied Bob, pointing toward the place where I lay, as if he were
directing attention to a sail at sea.
After examining the rest—some of whom were really invalids, but convalescent, and others only
pretending to be labouring under divers maladies, Johnson turned round, and addressed the party.
“Men,” said he, “if any more of you are ailing, speak up, and let me know. By order of the
consul, I’m to call every day; so if any of you are at all sick, it’s my duty to prescribe for you. is
sudden change from ship fare to shore living plays the deuce with you sailors, so be cautious about
eating fruit. Good-day! I’ll send you the medicines the first thing in the morning.”
Now, I am inclined to suspect that with all his want of understanding, Johnson must have had
some idea that we were quizzing him. Still, that was nothing, so long as it answered his purpose;
and therefore, if he did see through us, he never showed it.
Sure enough, at the time appointed, along came a native lad with a small basket of cocoa-nut
stalks, filled with powders, pill-boxes, and-vials, each with names and directions written in a large,
round hand. e sailors, one and all, made a snatch at the collection, under the strange impression
that some of the vials were seasoned with spirits. But, asserting his privilege as physician to the first
reading of the labels, Doctor Long Ghost was at last permitted to take possession of the basket.The first thing lighted upon was a large vial, labelled—“For William—rub well in.”
is vial certainly had a spirituous smell; and upon handing it to the patient, he made a
summary internal application of its contents. The doctor looked aghast.
ere was now a mighty commotion. Powders and pills were voted mere drugs in the market,
and the holders of vials were pronounced lucky dogs. Johnson must have known enough of sailors
to make some of his medicines palatable—this, at least, Long Ghost suspected. Certain it was,
everyone took to the vials; if at all spicy, directions were unheeded, their contents all going one
road.
e largest one of all, quite a bottle indeed, and having a sort of burnt brandy odour, was
labelled—“For Daniel, drink freely, and until relieved.” is Black Dan proceeded to do; and
would have made an end of it at once, had not the bottle, aer a hard struggle, been snatched from
his hands, and passed round, like a jovial decanter. e old tar had complained of the effects of an
immoderate eating of fruit.
Upon calling the following morning, our physician found his precious row of patients reclining
behind the stocks, and doing “as well as could be expected.”
But the pills and powders were found to have been perfectly inactive: probably because none
had been taken. To make them efficacious, it was suggested that, for the future, a bottle of Pisco
should be sent along with them. According to Flash Jack’s notions, unmitigated medical
compounds were but dry stuff at the best, and needed something good to wash them down.
us far, our own M.D., Doctor Long Ghost, aer starting the frolic, had taken no further part
in it; but on the physician’s third visit, he took him to one side, and had a private confabulation.
What it was, exactly, we could not tell; but from certain illustrative signs and gestures, I fancied
that he was describing the symptoms of some mysterious disorganization of the vitals, which must
have come on within the hour. Assisted by his familiarity with medical terms, he seemed to
produce a marked impression. At last, Johnson went his way, promising aloud that he would send
Long Ghost what he desired.
When the medicine boy came along the following morning, the doctor was the first to accost
him, walking off with a small purple vial. is time, there was little else in the basket but a
casebottle of the burnt brandy cordial, which, aer much debate, was finally disposed of by someone
pouring the contents, little by little, into the half of a cocoa-nut shell, and so giving all who desired
a glass. No further medicinal cheer remaining, the men dispersed.
An hour or two passed, when Flash Jack directed attention to my long friend, who, since the
medicine boy le, had not been noticed till now. With eyes closed, he was lying behind the stocks,
and Jack was liing his arm and letting it fall as if life were extinct. On running up with the rest, I
at once connected the phenomenon with the mysterious vial. Searching his pocket, I found it, and
holding it up, it proved to be laudanum. Flash Jack, snatching it from my hand in a rapture,
quickly informed all present what it was; and with much glee, proposed a nap for the company.
Some of them not comprehending him exactly, the apparently defunct Long Ghost—who lay so
still that I a little suspected the genuineness of his sleep—was rolled about as an illustration of the
virtues of the vial’s contents. e idea tickled everybody mightily; and throwing themselves down,
the magic draught was passed from hand to hand. inking that, as a matter of course, they must
at once become insensible, each man, upon taking his sip, fell back, and closed his eyes.
ere was little fear of the result, since the narcotic was equally distributed. But, curious to see
how it would operate, I raised myself gently aer a while, and looked around. It was about noon,
and perfectly still; and as we all daily took the siesta, I was not much surprised to find everyone
quiet. Still, in one or two instances, I thought I detected a little peeping.
Presently, I heard a footstep, and saw Doctor Johnson approaching.
And perplexed enough did he look at the sight of his prostrate file of patients, plunged,
apparently, in such unaccountable slumbers.
“Daniel,” he cried, at last, punching in the side with his cane the individual thus designated
—“Daniel, my good fellow, get up! do you hear?”
But Black Dan was immovable; and he poked the next sleeper.
“Joseph, Joseph! come, wake up! it’s me, Doctor Johnson.”But Jingling Joe, with mouth open, and eyes shut, was not to be started.
“Bless my soul!” he exclaimed, with uplifted hands and cane, “what’s got into ’em? I say, men”—
he shouted, running up and down—“come to life, men! what under the sun’s the matter with
you?” and he struck the stocks, and bawled with increased vigour.
At last he paused, folded his hands over the head of his cane, and steadfastly gazed upon us. e
notes of the nasal orchestra were rising and falling upon his ear, and a new idea suggested itself.
“Yes, yes; the rascals must have been getting boozy. Well, it’s none of my business—I’ll be off;”
and off he went.
No sooner was he out of sight, than nearly all started to their feet, and a hearty laugh ensued.
Like myself, most of them had been watching the event from under a sly eyelid. By this time,
too, Doctor Long Ghost was as wide awake as anybody. What were his reasons for taking
laudanum,—if, indeed, he took any whatever,—is best known to himself; and, as it is neither mine
nor the reader’s business, we will say no more about it.
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we are carried before the consul and captain.
WE HAD been inmates of the Calabooza Beretanee about two weeks, when, one morning,
Captain Bob, coming from the bath, in a state of utter nudity, brought into the building an armful
of old tappa, and began to dress to go out.
e operation was quite simple. e tappa—of the coarsest kind—was in one long, heavy piece;
and, fastening one end to a column of Habiscus wood supporting the Calabooza, he went off a few
paces, and putting the other about his waist, wound himself right up to the post. is unique
costume, in rotundity something like a farthingale, added immensely to his large hulk; so much so
that he fairly waddled in his gait. But he was only adhering to the fashion of his fathers; for, in the
olden time, the “Kihee,” or big girdle, was quite the mode for both sexes. Bob, despising recent
innovations, still clung to it. He was a gentleman of the old school—one of the last of the Kihees.
He now told us that he had orders to take us before the consul. Nothing loth, we formed in
procession; and, with the old man at our head, sighing and labouring like an engine, and flanked
by a guard of some twenty natives, we started for the village.
Arrived at the consular office, we found Wilson there, and four or five Europeans, seated in a
row facing us; probably with the view of presenting as judicial an appearance as possible.
On one side was a couch, where Captain Guy reclined. He looked convalescent; and, as we
found out, intended soon to go aboard his ship. He said nothing, but left everything to the consul.
e latter now rose, and, drawing forth a paper from a large roll tied with red tape, commenced
reading aloud.
It purported to be, “the affidavit of John Jennin, first officer of the British Colonial Barque
Julia; Guy, Master;” and proved to be a long statement of matters, from the time of leaving
Sydney, down to our arrival in the harbour. ough artfully drawn up so as to bear hard against
every one of us, it was pretty correct in the de-. tails; excepting that it was wholly silent as to the
manifold derelictions of the mate himself—a fact which imparted unusual significance to the
concluding sentence, “And furthermore, this deponent sayeth not.”
No comments were made, although we all looked round for the mate to see whether it was
possible that he could have authorized this use of his name. But he was not present.
e next document produced was the deposition of the captain himself. As on all other
occasions, however, he had very little to say for himself, and it was soon set aside.
e third affidavit was that of the seamen remaining aboard the vessel, including the traitor
Bungs, who, it seemed, had turned ship’s evidence. It was an atrocious piece of exaggeration, from
beginning to end; and those who signed it could not have known what they were about. Certainly
Wymontoo did not, though his mark was there. In vain the consul commanded silence during the
reading of this paper; comments were shouted out upon every paragraph.
e affidavits read, Wilson, who, all the while, looked as stiff as a poker, solemnly drew forth
the ship’s articles from their tin case. is document was a discoloured, musty, bilious-looking
affair, and hard to read. When finished, the consul held it up; and, pointing to the marks of the
ship’s company, at the bottom, asked us, one by one, whether we acknowledged the same for our
own.
“What’s the use of asking that?” said Black Dan; “Captain Guy there knows as well as we they
are.”
“Silence, sir!” said Wilson, who, intending to produce a suitable impression by this ridiculous
parade, was not a little mortified by the old sailor’s bluntness.
A pause of a few moments now ensued; during which the bench of judges communed with
Captain Guy, in a low tone, and the sailors canvassed the motives of the consul in having the
affidavits taken.e general idea seemed to be that it was done with a view of “bouncing,” or frightening us into
submission. Such proved to be the case; for Wilson, rising to his feet again, addressed us as follows:

“You see, men, that every preparation has been made to send you to Sydney for trial. e Rosa
(a small Australian schooner, lying in the harbour) will sail for that place in the course of ten days,
at farthest. The Julia sails on a cruise this day week. Do you still refuse duty?”
We did.
Hereupon the consul and captain exchanged glances; and the latter looked bitterly disappointed.
Presently I noticed Guy’s eye upon me; and, for the first time, he spoke, and told me to come
near. I stepped forward.
“Was it not you that was taken off the island?”
“It was.”
“It was you then who owe your life to my humanity. Yet this is the gratitude of a sailor, Mr.
Wilson!”
“Not so, sir.” And I at once gave him to understand that I was perfectly acquainted with his
motives in sending a boat into the bay; his crew was reduced, and he merely wished to procure the
sailor whom he expected to find there. The ship was the means of my deliverance, and no thanks to
the benevolence of its captain.
Doctor Long Ghost also had a word to say. In two masterly sentences he summed up Captain
Guy’s character, to the complete satisfaction of every seaman present.
Matters were now growing serious; especially as the sailors became riotous, and talked about
taking the consul and the captain back to the Calabooza with them.
e other judges fidgeted, and loudly commanded silence. It was at length restored; when
Wilson, for the last time addressing us, said something more about the Rose and Sydney, and
concluded by reminding us that a week would elapse ere the Julia sailed.
Leaving these hints to operate for themselves, he dismissed the party, ordering Captain Bob and
his friends to escort us back whence we came.
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the french priests pay their respects.
A DAY or two aer the events just related, we were lounging in the Calabooza Beretanee, when
we were honoured by a visit from three of the French Priests; and as about the only notice ever
taken of us by the English missionaries was their leaving their cards for us, in the shape of a
package of tracts, we could not help thinking that the Frenchmen, in making a personal call, were
at least much better bred.
By this time they had settled themselves down quite near our habitation. A pleasant little stroll
down the Broom Road, and a rustic cross peeped through the trees; and soon you came to as
charming a place as one would wish to see: a so knoll, planted with old breadfruit trees; in front,
a savannah, sloping to a grove of palms, and, between these, glimpses of blue, sunny waves.
On the summit of the knoll was a rude chapel, of bamboos; quite small, and surmounted by the
cross. Between the canes, at nightfall, the natives stole peeps at a small portable altar; a crucifix to
correspond, and gilded candlesticks and censers. eir curiosity carried them no further; nothing
could induce them to worship there. Such queer ideas as they entertained of the hated strangers.
Masses and chants were nothing more than evil spells. As for the priests themselves, they were no
better than diabolical sorcerers; like those who, in old times, terrified their fathers.
Close by the chapel was a range of native houses; rented from a chief, and handsomely
furnished. Here lived the priests; and very comfortably, too. ey looked sanctimonious enough
abroad; but that went for nothing ; since, at home, in their retreat, they were a club of Friar Tucks;
holding priestly wassail over many a good cup of red brandy, and rising late in the morning.
Pity it was they couldn’t marry—pity for the ladies of the island, I mean, and the cause of
morality; for what business had the ecclesiastical old bachelors with such a set of trim little native
handmaidens? These damsels were their first converts; and devoted ones they were.
e priests, as I have said before, were accounted necromancers: the appearance of two of our
three visitors might have justified the conceit.
ey were little, dried-up Frenchmen, in long, straight gowns of black cloth, and unsightly
three-cornered hats—so preposterously big that, in putting them on, the reverend fathers seemed
to extinguish themselves.
eir companion was dressed differently. He wore a sort of yellow, flannel morning gown, and
a broad-brimmed Manilla hat. Large and portly, he was also hale and fiy; with a complexion like
an autumnal leaf—handsome blue eyes—fine teeth, and a racy Milesian brogue. In short, he was
an Irishman; Father Murphy, by name; and, as such, pretty well known, and very thoroughly
disliked, throughout all the Protestant missionary settlements in Polynesia. In early youth, he had
been sent to a religious seminary in France; and, taking orders there, had but once or twice
afterwards revisited his native land.
Father Murphy marched up to us briskly; and the first words he uttered were, to ask whether
there were any of his countrymen among us. ere were two of them; one, a lad of sixteen—a
bright, curly-headed rascal—and, being a young Irishman, of course, his name was Pat. e other
was an ugly, and rather melancholy-looking scamp; one M’Gee, whose prospects in life had been
blasted by a premature transportation to Sydney. This was the report, at least, though it might have
been scandal.
In most of my shipmates were some redeeming qualities; but about M’Gee, there was nothing of
the kind; and forced to consort with him, I could not help regretting, a thousand times, that the
gallows had been so tardy. As if impelled, against her will, to send him into the world, Nature had
done all she could to insure his being taken for what he was. About the eyes there was no mistaking
him; with a villainous cast in one, they seemed suspicious of each other.
Glancing away from him at once, the bluff priest rested his gaze on the good-humoured face ofPat, who, with a pleasant roguishness, was “twigging” the enormous hats (or “Hytee Belteezers,” as
land beavers are called by sailors), from under which, like a couple of snails, peeped the two little
Frenchmen.
Pat and the priest were both from the same town in Meath; and, when this was found out, there
was no end to the questions of the latter. To him, Pat seemed a letter from home, and said a
hundred times as much.
Aer a long talk between these two, and a little broken English from the Frenchmen, our
visitors took leave; but Father Murphy had hardly gone a dozen rods when back he came,
inquiring whether we were in want of anything.
“Yes,” cried one, “something to eat.” Upon this he promised to send us some fresh wheat bread,
of his own baking; a great luxury in Tahiti.
We all felicitated Pat upon picking up such a friend, and told him his fortune was made.
e next morning, a French servant of the priest’s made his appearance with a small bundle of
clothing for our young Hibernian; and the promised bread for the party. Pat being out at the knees
and elbows, and, like the rest of us, not ful