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<h2> CHAPTER FOURTEEN </h2>
<p>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 A LA TYPEE</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>One morning as I lay on the mats in the house, plunged in melancholy
reverie, and regardless of everything around me, Toby, who had left 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.</p>
<p>These tidings operated upon me like magic. The hour of our deliverance was
at hand, and starting up, I was soon convinced that something unusual was
about to occur. The 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. This 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.</p>
<p>The 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.</p>
<p>There 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>From all that we could gather, it appeared that the natives were fearful
of arriving too late upon the 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. The
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 often afterwards, 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>'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 left you, and
measures may then be taken to secure our escape.'</p>
<p>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.
Their singular conduct on this occasion not a little puzzled me at the
time, and imparted to subsequent events an additional mystery.</p>
<p>The 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.</p>
<p>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 after another the natives crowded along the narrow path, laden
with every variety of fruit. Here, you might have seen one, who, after
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. There 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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 after 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
eagerly sought to discover the cause of his delay.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>Fearful lest some fatal calamity had overtaken him, I sought out young
Fayaway, and endeavoured to learn from her, if possible, the truth.</p>
<p>This 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>Consoling myself with these reflections, I lay down that night in a
happier frame of mind than I had done for some time. The next day passed
without any allusion to Toby on the part of the natives, who seemed
desirous of avoiding all reference to the subject. This 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 after day of renewed disappointment passed by; at last hope
deserted me, and I fell a victim to despair.</p>
<p>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,
after having once got beyond its limits! He has gone, and has left me to
combat alone all the dangers by which I am surrounded. Thus would I
sometimes seek to derive a desperate consolation from dwelling upon the
perfidity of Toby: whilst at other times I sunk under the bitter remorse
which I felt as having by my own imprudence brought upon myself the fate
which I was sure awaited me.</p>
<p>At other times I thought that perhaps after 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.</p>
<p>The 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.</p>
<p>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 left my side,
unless it were to execute my wishes. The 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.</p>
<p>Frequently in the afternoon 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.</p>
<p>Here I often 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>Every evening the girls of the house gathered about me on the mats, and
after 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 soft 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>Having perfected his arrangements, he would get my pipe, and, lighting it,
would hand it to me. Often 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.</p>
<p>A straight, dry, and partly decayed stick of the Hibiscus, about six feet
in length, and half as many 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.</p>
<p>The 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.</p>
<p>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. This 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. The 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.</p>
<p>This 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. There might,
however, be special difficulties in carrying this plan into execution.</p>
<p>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.</p>
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