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<h2> CHAPTER NINETEEN </h2>
<p>REFLECTIONS AFTER MARNOO'S DEPARTURE-BATTLE OF THE POP-GUNS—STRANGE
CONCEIT OF MARHEYO—PROCESS OF MAKING TAPPA</p>
<p>THE knowledge I had now obtained as to the intention of the savages deeply
affected me.</p>
<p>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. The 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.</p>
<p>How strongly rooted, then, must be the determination of the Typees with
regard to me, and how suddenly could they display the strangest passions!
The 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. The
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.</p>
<p>In vain I racked my invention to find out some motive for them, but I
could discover none.</p>
<p>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.
Their 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.</p>
<p>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. The
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.</p>
<p>What community, for instance, of refined and intellectual mortals would
derive the least satisfaction from shooting pop-guns? The 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.</p>
<p>One day I was frolicking with a little spirited urchin, some six years
old, who chased me with a piece 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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. The boy scampered away with it, half delirious with
ecstasy, and in twenty minutes afterwards 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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. There 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>It was towards the close of the pop-gun war, that I was infinitely
diverted with a strange freak of Marheyo's.</p>
<p>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. This 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.</p>
<p>Every article, however trivial, which belonged to me, the natives appeared
to regard as sacred; and I observed that for several days after 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 after
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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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. The same afternoon I descried the venerable warrior
approaching the house, with a slow, stately gait, ear-rings 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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 cloth-tree. The 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. The package is then laid in the bed of some
running stream, with a heavy stone placed over it, to prevent its being
swept away. After 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.</p>
<p>When the substance is in a proper state for the next process, it betrays
evidences of incipient decomposition; the fibres are relaxed and softened,
and rendered perfectly malleable. The 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. The 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 razor-strops. The 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. These marks produce the corduroy sort of stripes
discernible in the tappa in its finished state. After 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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>The 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 often 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, the effect upon the ear of a person, at a little distance, is
really charming.</p>
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