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<h2> CHAPTER THIRTY </h2>
<p>A PROFESSOR OF THE FINE ARTS—HIS PERSECUTIONS—SOMETHING ABOUT
TATTOOING AND TABOOING—TWO ANECDOTES IN ILLUSTRATION OF THE LATTER—A
FEW THOUGHTS ON THE TYPEE DIALECT</p>
<p>IN one of my strolls with Kory-Kory, in passing along the border of a
thick growth of bushes, my attention was arrested by a singular noise. On
entering the thicket I witnessed for the first time the operation of
tattooing as performed by these islanders.</p>
<p>I beheld a man extended flat upon his back on the ground, and, despite the
forced composure of his countenance, it was evident that he was suffering
agony. His tormentor bent over him, working away for all the world like a
stone-cutter with mallet and chisel. In one hand he held a short slender
stick, pointed with a shark's tooth, on the upright end of which he tapped
with a small hammer-like piece of wood, thus puncturing the skin, and
charging it with the colouring matter in which the instrument was dipped.
A cocoanut shell containing this fluid was placed upon the ground. It is
prepared by mixing with a vegetable juice the ashes of the 'armor', or
candle-nut, always preserved for the purpose. Beside the savage, and
spread out upon a piece of soiled tappa, were a great number of curious
black-looking little implements of bone and wood, used in the various
divisions of his art. A few terminated in a single fine point, and, like
very delicate pencils, were employed in giving the finishing touches, or
in operating upon the more sensitive portions of the body, as was the case
in the present instance. Others presented several points distributed in a
line, somewhat resembling the teeth of a saw. These were employed in the
coarser parts of the work, and particularly in pricking in straight marks.
Some presented their points disposed in small figures, and being placed
upon the body, were, by a single blow of the hammer, made to leave their
indelible impression. I observed a few the handles of which were
mysteriously curved, as if intended to be introduced into the orifice of
the ear, with a view perhaps of beating the tattoo upon the tympanum.
Altogether the sight of these strange instruments recalled to mind that
display of cruel-looking mother-of-pearl-handled things which one sees in
their velvet-lined cases at the elbow of a dentist.</p>
<p>The artist was not at this time engaged on an original sketch, his subject
being a venerable savage, whose tattooing had become somewhat faded with
age and needed a few repairs, and accordingly he was merely employed in
touching up the works of some of the old masters of the Typee school, as
delineated upon the human canvas before him. The parts operated upon were
the eyelids, where a longitudinal streak, like the one which adorned
Kory-Kory, crossed the countenance of the victim.</p>
<p>In spite of all the efforts of the poor old man, sundry twitchings and
screwings of the muscles of the face denoted the exquisite sensibility of
these shutters to the windows of his soul, which he was now having
repainted. But the artist, with a heart as callous as that of an army
surgeon, continued his performance, enlivening his labours with a wild
chant, tapping away the while as merrily as a woodpecker.</p>
<p>So deeply engaged was he in his work, that he had not observed our
approach, until, after having, enjoyed an unmolested view of the
operation, I chose to attract his attention. As soon as he perceived me,
supposing that I sought him in his professional capacity, he seized hold
of me in a paroxysm of delight, and was an eagerness to begin the work.
When, however, I gave him to understand that he had altogether mistaken my
views, nothing could exceed his grief and disappointment. But recovering
from this, he seemed determined not to credit my assertion, and grasping
his implements, he flourished them about in fearful vicinity to my face,
going through an imaginary performance of his art, and every moment
bursting into some admiring exclamation at the beauty of his designs.</p>
<p>Horrified at the bare thought of being rendered hideous for life if the
wretch were to execute his purpose upon me, I struggled to get away from
him, while Kory-Kory, turning traitor, stood by, and besought me to comply
with the outrageous request. On my reiterated refusals the excited artist
got half beside himself, and was overwhelmed with sorrow at losing so
noble an opportunity of distinguishing himself in his profession.</p>
<p>The idea of engrafting his tattooing upon my white skin filled him with
all a painter's enthusiasm; again and again he gazed into my countenance,
and every fresh glimpse seemed to add to the vehemence of his ambition.
Not knowing to what extremities he might proceed, and shuddering at the
ruin he might inflict upon my figure-head, I now endeavoured to draw off
his attention from it, and holding out my arm in a fit of desperation,
signed to him to commence operations. But he rejected the compromise
indignantly, and still continued his attack on my face, as though nothing
short of that would satisfy him. When his forefinger swept across my
features, in laying out the borders of those parallel bands which were to
encircle my countenance, the flesh fairly crawled upon my bones. At last,
half wild with terror and indignation, I succeeded in breaking away from
the three savages, and fled towards old Marheyo's house, pursued by the
indomitable artist, who ran after me, implements in hand. Kory-Kory,
however, at last interfered and drew him off from the chase.</p>
<p>This incident opened my eyes to a new danger; and I now felt convinced
that in some luckless hour I should be disfigured in such a manner as
never more to have the FACE to return to my countrymen, even should an
opportunity offer.</p>
<p>These apprehensions were greatly increased by the desire which King Mehevi
and several of the inferior chiefs now manifested that I should be
tattooed. The pleasure of the king was first signified to me some three
days after my casual encounter with Karky the artist. Heavens! what
imprecations I showered upon that Karky. Doubtless he had plotted a
conspiracy against me and my countenance, and would never rest until his
diabolical purpose was accomplished. Several times I met him in various
parts of the valley, and, invariably, whenever he descried me, he came
running after me with his mallet and chisel, flourishing them about my
face as if he longed to begin. What an object he would have made of me!</p>
<p>When the king first expressed his wish to me, I made known to him my utter
abhorrence of the measure, and worked myself into such a state of
excitement, that he absolutely stared at me in amazement. It evidently
surpassed his majesty's comprehension how any sober-minded and sensible
individual could entertain the least possible objection to so beautifying
an operation.</p>
<p>Soon afterwards he repeated his suggestion, and meeting with a little
repulse, showed some symptoms of displeasure at my obduracy. On his a
third time renewing his request, I plainly perceived that something must
be done, or my visage was ruined for ever; I therefore screwed up my
courage to the sticking point, and declared my willingness to have both
arms tattooed from just above the wrist to the shoulder. His majesty was
greatly pleased at the proposition, and I was congratulating myself with
having thus compromised the matter, when he intimated that as a thing of
course my face was first to undergo the operation. I was fairly driven to
despair; nothing but the utter ruin of my 'face divine', as the poets call
it, would, I perceived, satisfy the inexorable Mehevi and his chiefs, or
rather, that infernal Karky, for he was at the bottom of it all.</p>
<p>The only consolation afforded me was a choice of patterns: I was at
perfect liberty to have my face spanned by three horizontal bars, after
the fashion of my serving-man's; or to have as many oblique stripes
slanting across it; or if, like a true courtier, I chose to model my style
on that of royalty, I might wear a sort of freemason badge upon my
countenance in the shape of a mystic triangle. However, I would have none
of these, though the king most earnestly impressed upon my mind that my
choice was wholly unrestricted. At last, seeing my unconquerable
repugnance, he ceased to importune me.</p>
<p>But not so some other of the savages. Hardly a day passed but I was
subjected to their annoying requests, until at last my existence became a
burden to me; the pleasures I had previously enjoyed no longer afforded me
delight, and all my former desire to escape from the valley now revived
with additional force.</p>
<p>A fact which I soon afterwards learned augmented my apprehension. The
whole system of tattooing was, I found, connected with their religion; and
it was evident, therefore, that they were resolved to make a convert of
me.</p>
<p>In the decoration of the chiefs it seems to be necessary to exercise the
most elaborate pencilling; while some of the inferior natives looked as if
they had been daubed over indiscriminately with a house-painter's brush. I
remember one fellow who prided himself hugely upon a great oblong patch,
placed high upon his back, and who always reminded me of a man with a
blister of Spanish flies, stuck between his shoulders. Another whom I
frequently met had the hollow of his eyes tattooed in two regular squares
and his visual organs being remarkably brilliant, they gleamed forth from
out this setting like a couple of diamonds inserted in ebony.</p>
<p>Although convinced that tattooing was a religious observance, still the
nature of the connection between it and the superstitious idolatry of the
people was a point upon which I could never obtain any information. Like
the still more important system of the 'Taboo', it always appeared
inexplicable to me.</p>
<p>There is a marked similarity, almost an identity, between the religious
institutions of most of the Polynesian islands, and in all exists the
mysterious 'Taboo', restricted in its uses to a greater or less extent. So
strange and complex in its arrangements is this remarkable system, that I
have in several cases met with individuals who, after residing for years
among the islands in the Pacific, and acquiring a considerable knowledge
of the language, have nevertheless been altogether unable to give any
satisfactory account of its operations. Situated as I was in the Typee
valley, I perceived every hour the effects of this all-controlling power,
without in the least comprehending it. Those effects were, indeed,
wide-spread and universal, pervading the most important as well as the
minutest transactions of life. The savage, in short, lives in the
continual observance of its dictates, which guide and control every action
of his being.</p>
<p>For several days after entering the valley I had been saluted at least
fifty times in the twenty-four hours with the talismanic word 'Taboo'
shrieked in my ears, at some gross violation of its provisions, of which I
had unconsciously been guilty. The day after our arrival I happened to
hand some tobacco to Toby over the head of a native who sat between us. He
started up, as if stung by an adder; while the whole company, manifesting
an equal degree of horror, simultaneously screamed out 'Taboo!' I never
again perpetrated a similar piece of ill-manners, which, indeed, was
forbidden by the canons of good breeding, as well as by the mandates of
the taboo. But it was not always so easy to perceive wherein you had
contravened the spirit of this institution. I was many times called to
order, if I may use the phrase, when I could not for the life of me
conjecture what particular offence I had committed.</p>
<p>One day I was strolling through a secluded portion of the valley, and
hearing the musical sound of the cloth-mallet at a little distance, I
turned down a path that conducted me in a few moments to a house where
there were some half-dozen girls employed in making tappa. This was an
operation I had frequently witnessed, and had handled the bark in all the
various stages of its preparation. On the present occasion the females
were intent upon their occupation, and after looking up and talking gaily
to me for a few moments, they resumed their employment. I regarded them
for a while in silence, and then carelessly picking up a handful of the
material that lay around, proceeded unconsciously to pick it apart. While
thus engaged, I was suddenly startled by a scream, like that of a whole
boarding-school of young ladies just on the point of going into hysterics.
Leaping up with the idea of seeing a score of Happar warriors about to
perform anew the Sabine atrocity, I found myself confronted by the company
of girls, who, having dropped their work, stood before me with starting
eyes, swelling bosoms, and fingers pointed in horror towards me.</p>
<p>Thinking that some venomous reptile must be concealed in the bark which I
held in my hand, I began cautiously to separate and examine it. Whilst I
did so the horrified girls re-doubled their shrieks. Their wild cries and
frightened motions actually alarmed me, and throwing down the tappa, I was
about to rush from the house, when in the same instant their clamours
ceased, and one of them, seizing me by the arm, pointed to the broken
fibres that had just fallen from my grasp, and screamed in my ears the
fatal word Taboo!</p>
<p>I subsequently found out that the fabric they were engaged in making was
of a peculiar kind, destined to be worn on the heads of the females, and
through every stage of its manufacture was guarded by a rigorous taboo,
which interdicted the whole masculine gender from even so much as touching
it.</p>
<p>Frequently in walking through the groves I observed bread-fruit and
cocoanut trees, with a wreath of leaves twined in a peculiar fashion about
their trunks. This was the mark of the taboo. The trees themselves, their
fruit, and even the shadows they cast upon the ground, were consecrated by
its presence. In the same way a pipe, which the king had bestowed upon me,
was rendered sacred in the eyes of the natives, none of whom could I ever
prevail upon to smoke from it. The bowl was encircled by a woven band of
grass, somewhat resembling those Turks' heads occasionally worked in the
handles of our whip-stalks.</p>
<p>A similar badge was once braided about my wrist by the royal hand of
Mehevi himself, who, as soon as he had concluded the operation, pronounced
me 'Taboo'. This occurred shortly after Toby's disappearance; and, were it
not that from the first moment I had entered the valley the natives had
treated me with uniform kindness, I should have supposed that their
conduct afterwards was to be ascribed to the fact that I had received this
sacred investiture.</p>
<p>The capricious operations of the taboo are not its least remarkable
feature: to enumerate them all would be impossible. Black hogs—infants
to a certain age—women in an interesting situation—young men
while the operation of tattooing their faces is going on—and certain
parts of the valley during the continuance of a shower—are alike
fenced about by the operation of the taboo.</p>
<p>I witnessed a striking instance of its effects in the bay of Tior, my
visit to which place has been alluded to in a former part of this
narrative. On that occasion our worthy captain formed one of the party. He
was a most insatiable sportsman. Outward bound, and off the pitch of Cape
Horn, he used to sit on the taffrail, and keep the steward loading three
or four old fowling pieces, with which he would bring down albatrosses,
Cape pigeons, jays, petrels, and divers other marine fowl, who followed
chattering in our wake. The sailors were struck aghast at his impiety, and
one and all attributed our forty days' beating about that horrid headland
to his sacrilegious slaughter of these inoffensive birds.</p>
<p>At Tior he evinced the same disregard for the religious prejudices of the
islanders, as he had previously shown for the superstitions of the
sailors. Having heard that there were a considerable number of fowls in
the valley the progeny of some cocks and hens accidentally left there by
an English vessel, and which, being strictly tabooed, flew about almost in
a wild state—he determined to break through all restraints, and be
the death of them. Accordingly, he provided himself with a most formidable
looking gun, and announced his landing on the beach by shooting down a
noble cock that was crowing what proved to be his own funeral dirge, on
the limb of an adjoining tree. 'Taboo', shrieked the affrighted savages.
'Oh, hang your taboo,' says the nautical sportsman; 'talk taboo to the
marines'; and bang went the piece again, and down came another victim. At
this the natives ran scampering through the groves, horror-struck at the
enormity of the act.</p>
<p>All that afternoon the rocky sides of the valley rang with successive
reports, and the superb plumage of many a beautiful fowl was ruffled by
the fatal bullet. Had it not been that the French admiral, with a large
party, was then in the glen, I have no doubt that the natives, although
their tribe was small and dispirited, would have inflicted summary
vengeance upon the man who thus outraged their most sacred institutions;
as it was, they contrived to annoy him not a little.</p>
<p>Thirsting with his exertions, the skipper directed his steps to a stream;
but the savages, who had followed at a little distance, perceiving his
object, rushed towards him and forced him away from its bank—his
lips would have polluted it. Wearied at last, he sought to enter a house
that he might rest for a while on the mats; its inmates gathered
tumultuously about the door and denied him admittance. He coaxed and
blustered by turns, but in vain; the natives were neither to be
intimidated nor appeased, and as a final resort he was obliged to call
together his boat's crew, and pull away from what he termed the most
infernal place he ever stepped upon.</p>
<p>Lucky was it for him and for us that we were not honoured on our departure
by a salute of stones from the hands of the exasperated Tiors. In this
way, on the neighbouring island of Ropo, were killed, but a few weeks
previously, and for a nearly similar offence, the master and three of the
crew of the K—-.</p>
<p>I cannot determine with anything approaching to certainty, what power it
is that imposes the taboo. When I consider the slight disparity of
condition among the islanders—the very limited and inconsiderable
prerogatives of the king and chiefs—and the loose and indefinite
functions of the priesthood, most of whom were hardly to be distinguished
from the rest of their countrymen, I am wholly at a loss where to look for
the authority which regulates this potent institution. It is imposed upon
something today, and withdrawn tomorrow; while its operations in other
cases are perpetual. Sometimes its restrictions only affect a single
individual—sometimes a particular family—sometimes a whole
tribe; and in a few instances they extend not merely over the various
clans on a single island, but over all the inhabitants of an entire group.
In illustration of this latter peculiarity, I may cite the law which
forbids a female to enter a canoe—a prohibition which prevails upon
all the northern Marquesas Islands.</p>
<p>The word itself (taboo) is used in more than one signification. It is
sometimes used by a parent to his child, when in the exercise of parental
authority he forbids it to perform a particular action. Anything opposed
to the ordinary customs of the islanders, although not expressly
prohibited, is said to be 'taboo'.</p>
<p>The Typee language is one very difficult to be acquired; it bears a close
resemblance to the other Polynesian dialects, all of which show a common
origin. The duplication of words, as 'lumee lumee', 'poee poee', 'muee
muee', is one of their peculiar features. But another, and a more annoying
one, is the different senses in which one and the same word is employed;
its various meanings all have a certain connection, which only makes the
matter more puzzling. So one brisk, lively little word is obliged, like a
servant in a poor family, to perform all sorts of duties; for instance,
one particular combination of syllables expresses the ideas of sleep,
rest, reclining, sitting, leaning, and all other things anywise analogous
thereto, the particular meaning being shown chiefly by a variety of
gestures and the eloquent expression of the countenance.</p>
<p>The intricacy of these dialects is another peculiarity. In the Missionary
College at Lahainaluna, on Mowee, one of the Sandwich Islands, I saw a
tabular exhibition of a Hawiian verb, conjugated through all its moods and
tenses. It covered the side of a considerable apartment, and I doubt
whether Sir William Jones himself would not have despaired of mastering
it.</p>
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