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<h2> CHAPTER TWENTY </h2>
<p>HISTORY OF A DAY AS USUALLY SPENT IN TYPEE VALLEY—DANCES OF THE
MARQUESAN GIRLS</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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. The fresh morning
air and the cool flowing waters put both soul and body in a glow, and
after 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 Kory-Kory 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.</p>
<p>Our morning meal was soon prepared. The 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.</p>
<p>While partaking of this simple repast, the inmates of Marheyo's house,
after the style of the ancient Romans, reclined in sociable groups upon
the divan of mats, and digestion was promoted by cheerful conversation.</p>
<p>After the morning meal was concluded, pipes were lighted; and among them
my own especial pipe, a present from the noble Mehevi.</p>
<p>The 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 grass-mats. The 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. The 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 tufts of human hair.
Some, immediately after 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
after 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 their time; and it would be no light task to enumerate
all their employments, or rather pleasures.</p>
<p>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 craft. 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. The 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 noon-day, or
a bath in the stream of mid-night. Once I beheld him perched eighty feet
from the ground, in the tuft of a cocoanut tree, smoking; and often 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.</p>
<p>The noon-tide slumber lasted generally an hour and a half: very often
longer; and after 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.</p>
<p>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 afternoon 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.</p>
<p>The 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.</p>
<p>After spending a considerable portion of the afternoon 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.</p>
<p>The young girls very often danced by moonlight in front of their
dwellings. There are a great variety of these dances, in which, however, I
never saw the men take part. They 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.</p>
<p>The 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 aloft 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.</p>
<p>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, after 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, after inhaling a narcotic
whiff from a pipe of tobacco, disposed themselves for the great business
of night, sleep. With the Marquesans it might almost most be styled the
great business of life, for they pass a large portion of their time in the
arms of Somnus. The 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 often interrupted and
luxurious nap.</p>
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