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<h2> CHAPTER TEN </h2>
<p>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</p>
<p>HOW to obtain the fruit which we felt convinced must grow near at hand was
our first thought.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>The 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, after the lapse of a sufficient interval to ensure the
departure of our vessel.</p>
<p>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 left 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.</p>
<p>We were surprised that, after 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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 with moisture, 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.</p>
<p>The 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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. They 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.</p>
<p>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 gift 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. This 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.</p>
<p>The 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.</p>
<p>'Typee or Happar, Toby?' asked I as we walked after them.</p>
<p>'Of course Happar,' he replied, with a show of confidence which was
intended to disguise his doubts.</p>
<p>'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. They repeated the words after 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
afterwards found them to have been on this particular occasion never
probably fell in any traveller's way.</p>
<p>More and more curious to ascertain our fate, I now threw together in the
form of a question the words 'Happar' and 'Motarkee', the latter being
equivalent to the word 'good'. The two natives interchanged glances of
peculiar meaning with one another at this, and manifested no little
surprise; but on the repetition of the question after 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>They 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 after the whole valley resounded with savage outcries, and the
natives came running towards us from every direction.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>After 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 gift, and, without speaking,
motioned me to return it to its place.</p>
<p>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'. The
piece of dusky statuary nodded in approval, and then murmured 'Motarkee!'
'Motarkee,' said I, without further hesitation 'Typee motarkee.'</p>
<p>What a transition! The 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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. The same proceeding was gone through with
Toby, whose mellifluous appellation was more easily caught.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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. The 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.</p>
<p>This 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.</p>
<p>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. This
display of awkwardness—in which, by-the-bye, Toby kept me company—convulsed
the bystanders with uncontrollable laughter.</p>
<p>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 it out coated smoothly with
the preparation. With a second peculiar flourish he prevented the
poee-poee 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.</p>
<p>This performance was evidently intended for our instruction; so I again
essayed the feat on the principles inculcated, but with very ill success.</p>
<p>A starving man, however, little heeds conventional proprieties, especially
on a South-Sea Island, and accordingly Toby and I partook of the dish
after our own clumsy fashion, beplastering our faces all over with the
glutinous compound, and daubing our hands nearly to the wrist. This 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, after the lapse of a
few days I became accustomed to its singular flavour, and grew remarkably
fond of it.</p>
<p>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, after which we regaled ourselves
with the soothing fumes of tobacco, inhaled from a quaintly carved pipe
which passed round the circle.</p>
<p>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. Their surprise mounted the
highest, when we began to remove our uncomfortable garments, which were
saturated with rain. They 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.</p>
<p>Their 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.</p>
<p>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. The 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. The interpreter, who is invariably a 'tabooed Kanaka'*,
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.</p>
<p>* The word 'Kanaka' is at the present day universally used in the South
Seas by Europeans to designate the Islanders. In the various dialects of
the principal groups it is simply a sexual designation applied to the
males; but it is now used by the natives in their intercourse with
foreigners in the same sense in which the latter employ it.</p>
<p>A 'Tabooed Kanaka' is an islander whose person has been made to a certain
extent sacred by the operation of a singular custom hereafter to be
explained.</p>
<p>The 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. This intelligence
appeared to affect them with the most lively emotions. 'Nukuheva
motarkee?' they asked. Of course we replied most energetically in the
negative.</p>
<p>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 they still
continued to propound their queries long after 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.</p>
<p>After a while the group around us gradually dispersed, and we were left
about midnight (as we conjectured) with those who appeared to be permanent
residents of the house. These 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 after a little desultory conversation were soon sound
asleep.</p>
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