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in repose.
How long we slept I cannot tell, but this I know, that when we lay
down the sun was setting and when we awoke it was high in the
heavens. I awoke Jack, who started up in surprise, being unable at
first to comprehend our situation. “Now, then,” said he, springing
up, “let’s see after breakfast. Hallo! Peterkin, lazy fellow, how
long do you mean to lie there?”
Peterkin yawned heavily. “Well!” said he, opening his eyes and
looking up after some trouble, “if it isn’t to-morrow morning, and
me thinking it was to-day all this time. Hallo! Venus, where did
you come from? you seem tolerably at home, any how. Bah! might as
well speak to the cat as to you - better, in fact, for it
understands me, and you don’t.”
This remark was called forth by the sight of one of the elderly
females, who had seated herself on the rock in front of the bower,
and, having placed her child at her feet, was busily engaged in
devouring the remains of a roast pig.
By this time the natives outside were all astir, and breakfast in
an advanced state of preparation. During the course of it we made
sundry attempts to converse with the natives by signs, but without
effect. At last we hit upon a plan of discovering their names.
Jack pointed to his breast and add “Jack,” very distinctly; then he
pointed to Peterkin and to me, repeating our names at the same
time. Then he pointed to himself again, and said “Jack,” and
laying his finger on the breast of the chief, looked inquiringly
into his face. The chief instantly understood him and said
“Tararo,” twice, distinctly. Jack repeated it after him, and the
chief, nodding his head approvingly, said “Chuck.” On hearing
which, Peterkin exploded with laughter; but Jack turned and with a
frown rebuked him, saying, “I must look even more indignantly at
you than I feel, Peterkin, you rascal, for these fellows don’t like
to be laughed at.” Then turning towards the youngest of the women,
who was seated at the door of the bower, he pointed to her;
whereupon the chief said, “Avatea;” and pointing towards the sun,
raised his finger slowly towards the zenith, where it remained
steadily for a minute or two.
“What can that mean, I wonder,” said Jack, looking puzzled.
“Perhaps,” said Peterkin, “the chief means she is an angel come
down to stay here for a while. If so, she’s an uncommonly black
one!”
We did not feel quite satisfied with this explanation, so Jack went
up to her and said, “Avatea.” The woman smiled sadly, and nodded
her head, at the same time pointing to her breast and then to the
sun, in the same manner as the chief had done. We were much
puzzled to know what this could signify, but as there was no way of
solving our difficulty we were obliged to rest content.
Jack now made signs to the natives to follow him, and, taking up
his axe, he led them to the place where the battle had been fought.
Here we found the prisoners, who had passed the night on the beach
having been totally forgotten by us, as our minds had been full of
our guests, and were ultimately overcome by sleep. They did not
seem the worse for their exposure, however, as we judged by the
hearty appetite with which they devoured the breakfast that was
soon after given to them. Jack then began to dig a hole in the
sand, and, after working a few seconds, he pointed to it and to the
dead bodies that lay exposed on the beach. The natives immediately
perceived what he wanted, and, running for their paddles, dug a
hole in the course of half an hour that was quite large enough to
contain all the bodies of the slain. When it was finished they
tossed their dead enemies into it with so much indifference that we
felt assured they would not have put themselves to this trouble had
we not asked them to do so. The body of the yellow-haired chief
was the last thrown in. This wretched man would have recovered
from the blow with which Jack felled him, and, indeed, he did
endeavour to rise during the melee that followed his fall, but one
of his enemies, happening to notice the action, dealt him a blow
with his club that killed him on the spot.
While they were about to throw the sand over this chief, one of the
savages stooped over him, and with a knife, made apparently of
stone, cut a large slice of flesh from his thigh. We knew at once
that he intended to make use of this for food, and could not
repress a cry of horror and disgust.
“Come, come, you blackguard,” cried Jack, starting up and seizing
the man by the arm, “pitch that into the hole. Do you hear?”
The savage of course did not understand the command, but he
perfectly understood the look of disgust with which Jack regarded
the flesh, and his fierce gaze as he pointed towards the hole.
Nevertheless he did not obey. Jack instantly turned to Tararo and
made signs to him to enforce obedience. The chief seemed to
understand the appeal, for he stepped forward, raised his club, and
was on the point of dashing out the brains of his offending
subject, when Jack sprang forward and caught his uplifted arm.
“Stop!” he shouted, “you blockhead, I don’t want you to kill the
man.” He then pointed again to the flesh and to the hole. The
chief uttered a few words, which had the desired effect; for the
man threw the flesh into the hole, which was immediately filled up.
This man was of a morose, sulky disposition, and, during all the
time he remained on the island, regarded us, especially Jack, with
a scowling visage. His name, we found, was Mahine.
The next three or four days were spent by the savages in mending
their canoe, which had been damaged by the violent shock it had
sustained on striking the shore. This canoe was a very curious
structure. It was about thirty feet long, and had a high towering
stern. The timbers, of which it was partly composed, were fastened
much in the same way as those of our little boat were put together;
but the part that seemed most curious to us was a sort of out-rigger, or long plank, which was attached to the body of the canoe
by means of two stout cross beams. These beams kept the plank
parallel with the canoe, but not in contact with it, for it floated
in the water with an open space between; thus forming a sort of
double canoe. This we found was intended to prevent the upsetting
of the canoe, which was so narrow that it could not have maintained
an upright position without the out-rigger. We could not help
wondering both at the ingenuity and the clumsiness of this
contrivance.
When the canoe was ready, we assisted the natives to carry the
prisoners into it, and helped them to load it with provisions and
fruit. Peterkin also went to the plum-tree for the purpose of
making a special onslaught upon the hogs, and killed no less than
six of them. These we baked and presented to our friends on the
day of their departure. On that day Tararo made a great many
energetic signs to us, which, after much consideration, we came to
understand were proposals that we should go away with him to his
island; but, having no desire to do so, we shook our heads very
decidedly. However, we consoled him by presenting him with our
rusty axe, which we thought we could spare, having the excellent
one which had been so providentially washed ashore to us the day we
were wrecked. We also gave him a piece of wood with our names
carved on it, and a piece of string to hang it round his neck as an
ornament.
In a few minutes more we were all assembled on the beach. Being
unable to speak to the savages, we went through the ceremony of
shaking hands, and expected they would depart; but, before doing
so, Tararo went up to Jack and rubbed noses with him, after which
he did the same with Peterkin and me! Seeing that this was their
mode of salutation, we determined to conform to their custom, so we
rubbed noses heartily with the whole party, women and all! The
only disagreeable part of the process was, when we came to rub
noses with Mahine, and Peterkin afterwards said, that when he saw
his wolfish eyes glaring so close to his face, he felt much more
inclined to BANG than to RUB his nose. Avatea was the last to take
leave of us, and we experienced a feeling of real sorrow when she
approached to bid us farewell. Besides her modest air and gentle
manners she was the only one of the party who exhibited the
smallest sign of regret at parting from us. Going up to Jack, she
put out her flat little nose to be rubbed, and thereafter paid the
same compliment to Peterkin and me.
An hour later the canoe was out of sight, and we, with an
indefinable feeling of sadness creeping round our hearts, were
seated in silence beneath the shadow of our bower, meditating on
the wonderful events of the last few days.
CHAPTER XXI.
Sagacious and moral remarks in regard to life - A sail! - An
unexpected salute - The end of the black cat - A terrible dive - An
incautious proceeding and a frightful catastrophe.
LIFE is a strange compound. Peterkin used to say of it, that it
beat a druggist’s shop all to sticks; for, whereas the first is a
compound of good and bad, the other is a horrible compound of all
that is utterly detestable. And indeed the more I consider it the
more I am struck with the strange mixture of good and evil that
exists not only in the material earth but in our own natures. In
our own Coral Island we had experienced every variety of good that
a bountiful Creator could heap on us. Yet on the night of the
storm we had seen how almost, in our case, - and altogether, no
doubt, in the case of others less fortunate - all this good might
be swept away for ever. We had seen the rich fruit-trees waving in
the soft air, the tender herbs shooting upwards under the benign
influence of the bright sun; and, the next day, we had seen these
good and beautiful trees and plants uprooted by the hurricane,
crushed and hurled to the ground in destructive devastation. We
had lived for many months in a clime for the most part so
beautiful, that we had often wondered whether Adam and Eve had
found Eden more sweet; and we had seen the quiet solitudes of our
paradise suddenly broken in upon by ferocious savages, and the
white sands stained with blood and strewed with lifeless forms;
yet, among these cannibals, we had seen many symptoms of a kindly
nature. I pondered these things much, and, while I considered
them, there recurred to my memory those words which I had read in
my Bible, - the works of God are wonderful, and his ways past
finding out.
After these poor savages had left us, we used to hold long and
frequent conversations about them, and I noticed that Peterkin’s
manner was now much altered. He did not, indeed, jest less
heartily than before, but he did so less frequently, and often
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