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<h2> CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN </h2>
<h3> THE SOCIAL CONDITION AND GENERAL CHARACTER OF THE TYPEES </h3>
<p>I HAVE already mentioned that the influence exerted over the people of the
valley by their chiefs was mild in the extreme; and as to any general rule
or standard of conduct by which the commonality were governed in their
intercourse with each other, so far as my observation extended, I should
be almost tempted to say, that none existed on the island, except, indeed,
the mysterious 'Taboo' be considered as such. During the time I lived
among the Typees, no one was ever put upon his trial for any offence
against the public. To all appearance there were no courts of law or
equity. There was no municipal police for the purpose of apprehending
vagrants and disorderly characters. In short, there were no legal
provisions whatever for the well-being and conservation of society, the
enlightened end of civilized legislation. And yet everything went on in
the valley with a harmony and smoothness unparalleled, I will venture to
assert, in the most select, refined, and pious associations of mortals in
Christendom. How are we to explain this enigma? These islanders were
heathens! savages! ay, cannibals! and how came they without the aid of
established law, to exhibit, in so eminent a degree, that social order
which is the greatest blessing and highest pride of the social state?</p>
<p>It may reasonably be inquired, how were these people governed? how were
their passions controlled in their everyday transactions? It must have
been by an inherent principle of honesty and charity towards each other.
They seemed to be governed by that sort of tacit common-sense law which,
say what they will of the inborn lawlessness of the human race, has its
precepts graven on every breast. The grand principles of virtue and
honour, however they may be distorted by arbitrary codes, are the same all
the world over: and where these principles are concerned, the right or
wrong of any action appears the same to the uncultivated as to the
enlightened mind. It is to this indwelling, this universally diffused
perception of what is just and noble, that the integrity of the Marquesans
in their intercourse with each other, is to be attributed. In the darkest
nights they slept securely, with all their worldly wealth around them, in
houses the doors of which were never fastened. The disquieting ideas of
theft or assassination never disturbed them.</p>
<p>Each islander reposed beneath his own palmetto thatching, or sat under his
own bread-fruit trees, with none to molest or alarm him. There was not a
padlock in the valley, nor anything that answered the purpose of one:
still there was no community of goods. This long spear, so elegantly
carved, and highly polished, belongs to Wormoonoo: it is far handsomer
than the one which old Marheyo so greatly prizes; it is the most valuable
article belonging to its owner. And yet I have seen it leaning against a
cocoanut tree in the grove, and there it was found when sought for. Here
is a sperm-whale tooth, graven all over with cunning devices: it is the
property of Karluna; it is the most precious of the damsel's ornaments. In
her estimation its price is far above rubies—and yet there hangs the
dental jewel by its cord of braided bark, in the girl's house, which is
far back in the valley; the door is left open, and all the inmates have
gone off to bathe in the stream.*</p>
<p>*The strict honesty which the inhabitants of nearly all the Polynesian
Islands manifest toward each other, is in striking contrast with the
thieving propensities some of them evince in their intercourse with
foreigners. It would almost seem that, according to their peculiar code of
morals, the pilfering of a hatchet or a wrought nail from a European, is
looked upon as a praiseworthy action. Or rather, it may be presumed, that
bearing in mind the wholesale forays made upon them by their nautical
visitors, they consider the property of the latter as a fair object of
reprisal. This consideration, while it serves to reconcile an apparent
contradiction in the moral character of the islanders, should in some
measure alter that low opinion of it which the reader of South Sea voyages
is too apt to form.</p>
<p>So much for the respect in which 'personal property' is held in Typee; how
secure an investment of 'real property' may be, I cannot take upon me to
say. Whether the land of the valley was the joint property of its
inhabitants, or whether it was parcelled out among a certain number of
landed proprietors who allowed everybody to 'squat' and 'poach' as much as
he or she pleased, I never could ascertain. At any rate, musty parchments
and title-deeds there were none on the island; and I am half inclined to
believe that its inhabitants hold their broad valleys in fee simple from
Nature herself; to have and to hold, so long as grass grows and water
runs; or until their French visitors, by a summary mode of conveyancing,
shall appropriate them to their own benefit and behoof.</p>
<p>Yesterday I saw Kory-Kory hie him away, armed with a long pole, with
which, standing on the ground, he knocked down the fruit from the topmost
boughs of the trees, and brought them home in his basket of cocoanut
leaves. Today I see an islander, whom I know to reside in a distant part
of the valley, doing the self-same thing. On the sloping bank of the
stream are a number of banana-trees I have often seen a score or two of
young people making a merry foray on the great golden clusters, and
bearing them off, one after another, to different parts of the vale,
shouting and trampling as they went. No churlish old curmudgeon could have
been the owner of that grove of bread-fruit trees, or of these gloriously
yellow bunches of bananas.</p>
<p>From what I have said it will be perceived that there is a vast difference
between 'personal property' and 'real estate' in the valley of Typee. Some
individuals, of course, are more wealthy than others. For example, the
ridge-pole of Marheyo's house bends under the weight of many a huge packet
of tappa; his long couch is laid with mats placed one upon the other seven
deep. Outside, Tinor has ranged along in her bamboo cupboard—or
whatever the place may be called—a goodly array of calabashes and
wooden trenchers. Now, the house just beyond the grove, and next to
Marheyo's, occupied by Ruaruga, is not quite so well furnished. There are
only three moderate-sized packages swinging overhead: there are only two
layers of mats beneath; and the calabashes and trenchers are not so
numerous, nor so tastefully stained and carved. But then, Ruaruga has a
house—not so pretty a one, to be sure—but just as commodious
as Marheyo's; and, I suppose, if he wished to vie with his neighbour's
establishment, he could do so with very little trouble. These, in short,
constituted the chief differences perceivable in the relative wealth of
the people in Typee.</p>
<p>Civilization does not engross all the virtues of humanity: she has not
even her full share of them. They flourish in greater abundance and attain
greater strength among many barbarous people. The hospitality of the wild
Arab, the courage of the North American Indian, and the faithful
friendship of some of the Polynesian nations, far surpass anything of a
similar kind among the polished communities of Europe. If truth and
justice, and the better principles of our nature, cannot exist unless
enforced by the statute-book, how are we to account for the social
condition of the Typees? So pure and upright were they in all the
relations of life, that entering their valley, as I did, under the most
erroneous impressions of their character, I was soon led to exclaim in
amazement: 'Are these the ferocious savages, the blood-thirsty cannibals
of whom I have heard such frightful tales! They deal more kindly with each
other, and are more humane than many who study essays on virtue and
benevolence, and who repeat every night that beautiful prayer breathed
first by the lips of the divine and gentle Jesus.' I will frankly declare
that after passing a few weeks in this valley of the Marquesas, I formed a
higher estimate of human nature than I had ever before entertained. But
alas! since then I have been one of the crew of a man-of-war, and the
pent-up wickedness of five hundred men has nearly overturned all my
previous theories.</p>
<p>There was one admirable trait in the general character of the Typees
which, more than anything else, secured my admiration: it was the
unanimity of feeling they displayed on every occasion. With them there
hardly appeared to be any difference of opinion upon any subject whatever.
They all thought and acted alike. I do not conceive that they could
support a debating society for a single night: there would be nothing to
dispute about; and were they to call a convention to take into
consideration the state of the tribe, its session would be a remarkably
short one. They showed this spirit of unanimity in every action of life;
everything was done in concert and good fellowship. I will give an
instance of this fraternal feeling.</p>
<p>One day, in returning with Kory-Kory from my accustomed visit to the Ti,
we passed by a little opening in the grove; on one side of which, my
attendant informed me, was that afternoon to be built a dwelling of
bamboo. At least a hundred of the natives were bringing materials to the
ground, some carrying in their hands one or two of the canes which were to
form the sides, others slender rods of the habiscus, strung with palmetto
leaves, for the roof. Every one contributed something to the work; and by
the united, but easy, and even indolent, labours of all, the entire work
was completed before sunset. The islanders, while employed in erecting
this tenement, reminded me of a colony of beavers at work. To be sure,
they were hardly as silent and demure as those wonderful creatures, nor
were they by any means as diligent. To tell the truth they were somewhat
inclined to be lazy, but a perfect tumult of hilarity prevailed; and they
worked together so unitedly, and seemed actuated by such an instinct of
friendliness, that it was truly beautiful to behold.</p>
<p>Not a single female took part in this employment: and if the degree of
consideration in which the ever-adorable sex is held by the men be—as
the philosophers affirm—a just criterion of the degree of refinement
among a people, then I may truly pronounce the Typees to be as polished a
community as ever the sun shone upon. The religious restrictions of the
taboo alone excepted, the women of the valley were allowed every possible
indulgence. Nowhere are the ladies more assiduously courted; nowhere are
they better appreciated as the contributors to our highest enjoyments; and
nowhere are they more sensible of their power. Far different from their
condition among many rude nations, where the women are made to perform all
the work while their ungallant lords and masters lie buried in sloth, the
gentle sex in the valley of Typee were exempt from toil, if toil it might
be called that, even in the tropical climate, never distilled one drop of
perspiration. Their light household occupations, together with the
manufacture of tappa, the platting of mats, and the polishing of
drinking-vessels, were the only employments pertaining to the women. And
even these resembled those pleasant avocations which fill up the elegant
morning leisure of our fashionable ladies at home. But in these
occupations, slight and agreeable though they were, the giddy young girls
very seldom engaged. Indeed these wilful care-killing damsels were averse
to all useful employment.</p>
<p>Like so many spoiled beauties, they ranged through the groves—bathed
in the stream—danced—flirted—played all manner of
mischievous pranks, and passed their days in one merry round of
thoughtless happiness.</p>
<p>During my whole stay on the island I never witnessed a single quarrel, nor
anything that in the slightest degree approached even to a dispute. The
natives appeared to form one household, whose members were bound together
by the ties of strong affection. The love of kindred I did not so much
perceive, for it seemed blended in the general love; and where all were
treated as brothers and sisters, it was hard to tell who were actually
related to each other by blood.</p>
<p>Let it not be supposed that I have overdrawn this picture. I have not done
so. Nor let it be urged, that the hostility of this tribe to foreigners,
and the hereditary feuds they carry on against their fellow-islanders
beyond the mountains, are facts which contradict me. Not so; these
apparent discrepancies are easily reconciled. By many a legendary tale of
violence and wrong, as well as by events which have passed before their
eyes, these people have been taught to look upon white men with
abhorrence. The cruel invasion of their country by Porter has alone
furnished them with ample provocation; and I can sympathize in the spirit
which prompts the Typee warrior to guard all the passes to his valley with
the point of his levelled spear, and, standing upon the beach, with his
back turned upon his green home, to hold at bay the intruding European.</p>
<p>As to the origin of the enmity of this particular clan towards the
neighbouring tribes, I cannot so confidently speak. I will not say that
their foes are the aggressors, nor will I endeavour to palliate their
conduct. But surely, if our evil passions must find vent, it is far better
to expend them on strangers and aliens, than in the bosom of the community
in which we dwell. In many polished countries civil contentions, as well
as domestic enmities, are prevalent, and the same time that the most
atrocious foreign wars are waged. How much less guilty, then, are our
islanders, who of these three sins are only chargeable with one, and that
the least criminal!</p>
<p>The reader will ere long have reason to suspect that the Typees are not
free from the guilt of cannibalism; and he will then, perhaps, charge me
with admiring a people against whom so odious a crime is chargeable. But
this only enormity in their character is not half so horrible as it is
usually described. According to the popular fictions, the crews of
vessels, shipwrecked on some barbarous coast, are eaten alive like so many
dainty joints by the uncivil inhabitants; and unfortunate voyagers are
lured into smiling and treacherous bays; knocked on the head with
outlandish war-clubs; and served up without any prelimary dressing. In
truth, so horrific and improbable are these accounts, that many sensible
and well-informed people will not believe that any cannibals exist; and
place every book of voyages which purports to give any account of them, on
the same shelf with Blue Beard and Jack the Giant-Killer. While others,
implicitly crediting the most extravagant fictions, firmly believe that
there are people in the world with tastes so depraved that they would
infinitely prefer a single mouthful of material humanity to a good dinner
of roast beef and plum pudding. But here, Truth, who loves to be centrally
located, is again found between the two extremes; for cannibalism to a
certain moderate extent is practised among several of the primitive tribes
in the Pacific, but it is upon the bodies of slain enemies alone, and
horrible and fearful as the custom is, immeasurably as it is to be
abhorred and condemned, still I assert that those who indulge in it are in
other respects humane and virtuous.</p>
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