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<h2> CHAPTER TWO </h2>
<p>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</p>
<p>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. The 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.</p>
<p>What a delightful, lazy, languid time we had whilst we were thus gliding
along! There 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 aft, 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.</p>
<p>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. The 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. The 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. Then you would see the superb
albicore, with his glittering sides, sailing aloft, and often describing
an arc in his descent, disappear on the surface of the water. Far off, the
lofty 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.</p>
<p>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. That
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 aloft,—given
with that peculiar prolongation of sound that a sailor loves—'Land
ho!'</p>
<p>The 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?' The black cook thrust his woolly 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.</p>
<p>This 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. They form a triangle, and lie
within the parallels of 8 degrees 38" and 9 degrees 32" South latitude and
139 degrees 20" and 140 degrees 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. The 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 after 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.</p>
<p>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. This 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
'Taiohae', 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. The 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.</p>
<p>In the bay of Nukuheva was the anchorage we desired to reach. We had
perceived the loom of the mountains about sunset; so that after 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.</p>
<p>Those 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 softly swelling plains, shaded over with
delicious groves, and watered by purling brooks, and the entire country
but little elevated above the surrounding ocean. The reality is very
different; bold rock-bound coasts, with the surf beating high against the
lofty 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 tufted grass, and sweeping down towards the sea from an
elevated and furrowed interior, form the principal features of these
islands.</p>
<p>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. There 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-Admiral Du Petit
Thouars, in the name of the invincible French nation.</p>
<p>This 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.</p>
<p>We afterwards 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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. The cocoanuts were all attached to one another by strips of the
husk, partly torn from the shell and rudely fastened together. Their
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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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 so
many mermaids—and very like mermaids they behaved too.</p>
<p>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.
There 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. Their 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. Thus 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?</p>
<p>Their appearance perfectly amazed me; their extreme youth, the light clear
brown of their complexions, their delicate features, and inexpressibly
graceful figures, their softly moulded limbs, and free unstudied action,
seemed as strange as beautiful.</p>
<p>The Dolly was fairly captured; and never I will say was vessel carried
before by such a dashing and irresistible party of boarders! The 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.</p>
<p>In the evening after 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. These females are passionately fond of dancing, and in the wild
grace and spirit of the style excel everything I have ever seen. The
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.</p>
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