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<h2> CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE </h2>
<p>STRANGE CUSTOM OF THE ISLANDERS—THEIR CHANTING, AND THE PECULIARITY
OF THEIR VOICE—RAPTURE OF THE KING AT FIRST HEARING A SONG—A
NEW DIGNITY CONFERRED ON THE AUTHOR—MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS IN THE
VALLEY—ADMIRATION OF THE SAVAGES AT BEHOLDING A PUGILISTIC
PERFORMANCE—SWIMMING INFANT—BEAUTIFUL TRESSES OF THE GIRLS—OINTMENT
FOR THE HAIR</p>
<p>SADLY discursive as I have already been, I must still further entreat the
reader's patience, as I am about to string together, without any attempt
at order, a few odds and ends of things not hitherto mentioned, but which
are either curious in themselves or peculiar to the Typees.</p>
<p>There was one singular custom observed in old Marheyo's domestic
establishment, which often excited my surprise. Every night, before
retiring, the inmates of the house gathered together on the mats, and so
squatting upon their haunches, after the universal practice of these
islanders, would commence a low, dismal and monotonous chant, accompanying
the voice with the instrumental melody produced by two small half-rotten
sticks tapped slowly together, a pair of which were held in the hands of
each person present. Thus would they employ themselves for an hour or two,
sometimes longer. Lying in the gloom which wrapped the further end of the
house, I could not avoid looking at them, although the spectacle suggested
nothing but unpleasant reflection. The flickering rays of the 'armor' nut
just served to reveal their savage lineaments, without dispelling the
darkness that hovered about them.</p>
<p>Sometimes when, after falling into a kind of doze, and awaking suddenly in
the midst of these doleful chantings, my eye would fall upon the
wild-looking group engaged in their strange occupation, with their naked
tattooed limbs, and shaven heads disposed in a circle, I was almost
tempted to believe that I gazed upon a set of evil beings in the act of
working at a frightful incantation.</p>
<p>What was the meaning or purpose of this custom, whether it was practiced
merely as a diversion, or whether it was a religious exercise, a sort of
family prayers, I never could discover.</p>
<p>The sounds produced by the natives on these occasions were of a most
singular description; and had I not actually been present, I never would
have believed that such curious noises could have been produced by human
beings.</p>
<p>To savages generally is imputed a guttural articulation. This however, is
not always the case, especially among the inhabitants of the Polynesian
Archipelago. The labial melody with which the Typee girls carry on an
ordinary conversation, giving a musical prolongation to the final syllable
of every sentence, and chirping out some of the words with a liquid,
bird-like accent, was singularly pleasing.</p>
<p>The men however, are not quite so harmonious in their utterance, and when
excited upon any subject, would work themselves up into a sort of wordy
paroxysm, during which all descriptions of rough-sided sounds were
projected from their mouths, with a force and rapidity which was
absolutely astonishing.</p>
<p>. . . . . . . .<br/></p>
<p>Although these savages are remarkably fond of chanting, still they appear
to have no idea whatever of singing, at least as the art is practised in
other nations.</p>
<p>I shall never forget the first time I happened to roar out a stave in the
presence of noble Mehevi. It was a stanza from the 'Bavarian
broom-seller'. His Typeean majesty, with all his court, gazed upon me in
amazement, as if I had displayed some preternatural faculty which Heaven
had denied to them. The King was delighted with the verse; but the chorus
fairly transported him. At his solicitation I sang it again and again, and
nothing could be more ludicrous than his vain attempts to catch the air
and the words. The royal savage seemed to think that by screwing all the
features of his face into the end of his nose he might possibly succeed in
the undertaking, but it failed to answer the purpose; and in the end he
gave it up, and consoled himself by listening to my repetition of the
sounds fifty times over.</p>
<p>Previous to Mehevi's making the discovery, I had never been aware that
there was anything of the nightingale about me; but I was now promoted to
the place of court-minstrel, in which capacity I was afterwards
perpetually called upon to officiate.</p>
<p>. . . . . . . .<br/></p>
<p>Besides the sticks and the drums, there are no other musical instruments
among the Typees, except one which might appropriately be denominated a
nasal flute. It is somewhat longer than an ordinary fife; is made of a
beautiful scarlet-coloured reed; and has four or five stops, with a large
hole near one end, which latter is held just beneath the left nostril. The
other nostril being closed by a peculiar movement of the muscles about the
nose, the breath is forced into the tube, and produces a soft dulcet sound
which is varied by the fingers running at random over the stops. This is a
favourite recreation with the females and one in which Fayaway greatly
excelled. Awkward as such an instrument may appear, it was, in Fayaway's
delicate little hands, one of the most graceful I have ever seen. A young
lady, in the act of tormenting a guitar strung about her neck by a couple
of yards of blue ribbon, is not half so engaging.</p>
<p>. . . . . . . .<br/></p>
<p>Singing was not the only means I possessed of diverting the royal Mehevi
and his easy-going subject. Nothing afforded them more pleasure than to
see me go through the attitude of pugilistic encounter. As not one of the
natives had soul enough in him to stand up like a man, and allow me to
hammer away at him, for my own personal gratification and that of the
king, I was necessitated to fight with an imaginary enemy, whom I
invariably made to knock under to my superior prowess. Sometimes when this
sorely battered shadow retreated precipitately towards a group of the
savages, and, following him up, I rushed among them dealing my blows right
and left, they would disperse in all directions much to the enjoyment of
Mehevi, the chiefs, and themselves.</p>
<p>The noble art of self-defence appeared to be regarded by them as the
peculiar gift of the white man; and I make little doubt that they supposed
armies of Europeans were drawn up provided with nothing else but bony
fists and stout hearts, with which they set to in column, and pummelled
one another at the word of command.</p>
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<p>One day, in company with Kory-Kory, I had repaired to the stream for the
purpose of bathing, when I observed a woman sitting upon a rock in the
midst of the current, and watching with the liveliest interest the gambols
of something, which at first I took to be an uncommonly large species of
frog that was sporting in the water near her. Attracted by the novelty of
the sight, I waded towards the spot where she sat, and could hardly credit
the evidence of my senses when I beheld a little infant, the period of
whose birth could not have extended back many days, paddling about as if
it had just risen to the surface, after being hatched into existence at
the bottom. Occasionally, the delighted parent reached out her hand
towards it, when the little thing, uttering a faint cry, and striking out
its tiny limbs, would sidle for the rock, and the next moment be clasped
to its mother's bosom. This was repeated again and again, the baby
remaining in the stream about a minute at a time. Once or twice it made
wry faces at swallowing a mouthful of water, and choked a spluttered as if
on the point of strangling. At such times however, the mother snatched it
up and by a process scarcely to be mentioned obliged it to eject the
fluid. For several weeks afterwards I observed this woman bringing her
child down to the stream regularly every day, in the cool of the morning
and evening and treating it to a bath. No wonder that the South Sea
Islanders are so amphibious a race, when they are thus launched into the
water as soon as they see the light. I am convinced that it is as natural
for a human being to swim as it is for a duck. And yet in civilized
communities how many able-bodied individuals die, like so many drowning
kittens, from the occurrence of the most trivial accidents!</p>
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<p>The long luxuriant and glossy tresses of the Typee damsels often attracted
my admiration. A fine head of hair is the pride and joy of every woman's
heart. Whether against the express will of Providence, it is twisted upon
the crown of the head and there coiled away like a rope on a ship's deck;
whether it be stuck behind the ears and hangs down like the swag of a
small window-curtain; or whether it be permitted to flow over the
shoulders in natural ringlets, it is always the pride of the owner, and
the glory of the toilette.</p>
<p>The Typee girls devote much of their time to the dressing of their fair
and redundant locks. After bathing, as they sometimes do five or six times
every day, the hair is carefully dried, and if they have been in the sea,
invariably washed in fresh water, and anointed with a highly scented oil
extracted from the meat of the cocoanut. This oil is obtained in great
abundance by the following very simple process:</p>
<p>A large vessel of wood, with holes perforated in the bottom, is filled
with the pounded meat, and exposed to the rays of the sun. As the
oleaginous matter exudes, it falls in drops through the apertures into a
wide-mouthed calabash placed underneath. After a sufficient quantity has
thus been collected, the oil undergoes a purifying process, and is then
poured into the small spherical shells of the nuts of the moo-tree, which
are hollowed out to receive it. These nuts are then hermetically sealed
with a resinous gum, and the vegetable fragrance of their green rind soon
imparts to the oil a delightful odour. After the lapse of a few weeks the
exterior shell of the nuts becomes quite dry and hard, and assumes a
beautiful carnation tint; and when opened they are found to be about
two-thirds full of an ointment of a light yellow colour and diffusing the
sweetest perfume. This elegant little odorous globe would not be out of
place even upon the toilette of a queen. Its merits as a preparation for
the hair are undeniable—it imparts to it a superb gloss and a silky
fineness.</p>
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