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of bamboos, and were thatched with the large thick leaves of the
pandanus; but many of them had little more than a sloping roof and
three sides with an open front, being the most simple shelter from
the weather that could well be imagined. Within these, and around
them, were groups of natives - men, women, and children - who all
stood up to gaze at us as we marched along, followed by the party
of men whom the chief had sent to escort us. About half a mile
inland we arrived at the spot where the sandal-wood grew, and,
while the men set to work, I clambered up an adjoining hill to
observe the country.
About mid-day, the chief arrived with several followers, one of
whom carried a baked pig on a wooden platter, with yams and
potatoes on several plantain leaves, which he presented to the men,
who sat down under the shade of a tree to dine. The chief sat down
to dine also; but, to my surprise, instead of feeding himself, one
of his wives performed that office for him! I was seated beside
Bill, and asked him the reason of this.
“It is beneath his dignity, I believe, to feed himself,” answered
Bill; “but I daresay he’s not particular, except on great
occasions. They’ve a strange custom among them, Ralph, which is
called TABU, and they carry it to great lengths. If a man chooses
a particular tree for his god, the fruit o’ that tree is tabued to
him; and if he eats it, he is sure to be killed by his people, and
eaten, of course, for killing means eating hereaway. Then, you see
that great mop o’ hair on the chief’s head? Well, he has a lot o’
barbers to keep it in order; and it’s a law that whoever touches
the head of a living chief or the body of a dead one, his hands are
tabued; so, in that way, the barbers’ hands are always tabued, and
they daren’t use them for their lives, but have to be fed like big
babies, as they are, sure enough!”
“That’s odd, Bill. But look there,” said I, pointing to a man
whose skin was of a much lighter colour than the generality of the
natives. “I’ve seen a few of these light-skinned fellows among the
Fejeeans. They seem to me to be of quite a different race.”
“So they are,” answered Bill. “These fellows come from the Tongan
Islands, which lie a long way to the eastward. They come here to
build their big war-canoes; and as these take two, and sometimes
four years, to build, there’s always some o’ the brown-skins among
the black sarpents o’ these islands.”
“By the way, Bill,” said I, “your mentioning serpents, reminds me
that I have not seen a reptile of any kind since I came to this
part of the world.”
“No more there are any,” said Bill, “if ye except the niggers
themselves, there’s none on the islands, but a lizard or two and
some sich harmless things. But I never seed any myself. If
there’s none on the land, however, there’s more than enough in the
water, and that minds me of a wonderful brute they have here. But,
come, I’ll show it to you.” So saying, Bill arose, and, leaving
the men still busy with the baked pig, led me into the forest.
After proceeding a short distance we came upon a small pond of
stagnant water. A native lad had followed us, to whom we called
and beckoned him to come to us. On Bill saying a few words to him,
which I did not understand, the boy advanced to the edge of the
pond, and gave a low peculiar whistle. Immediately the water
became agitated and an enormous eel thrust its head above the
surface and allowed the youth to touch it. It was about twelve
feet long, and as thick round the body as a man’s thigh.
“There,” said Bill, his lip curling with contempt, “what do you
think of that for a god, Ralph? This is one o’ their gods, and it
has been fed with dozens o’ livin’ babies already. How many more
it’ll get afore it dies is hard to say.”
“Babies?” said I, with an incredulous look
“Ay, babies,” returned Bill. “Your soft-hearted folk at home would
say, ‘Oh, horrible! impossible!’ to that, and then go away as
comfortable and unconcerned as if their sayin’ ‘horrible!
impossible!’ had made it a lie. But I tell you, Ralph, it’s a
FACT. I’ve seed it with my own eyes the last time I was here, an’
mayhap if you stop a while at this accursed place, and keep a sharp
look out, you’ll see it too. They don’t feed it regularly with
livin’ babies, but they give it one now and then as a treat. Bah!
you brute!’ cried Bill, in disgust, giving the reptile a kick on
the snout with his heavy boot, that sent it sweltering back in
agony into its loathsome pool. I thought it lucky for Bill, indeed
for all of us, that the native youth’s back happened to be turned
at the time, for I am certain that if the poor savages had come to
know that we had so rudely handled their god, we should have had to
fight our way back to the ship. As we retraced our steps I
questioned my companion further on this subject.
“How comes it, Bill, that the mothers allow such a dreadful thing
to be done?”
“Allow it? the mothers DO it! It seems to me that there’s nothing
too fiendish or diabolical for these people to do. Why, in some of
the islands they have an institution called the AREOI, and the
persons connected with that body are ready for any wickedness that
mortal man can devise. In fact they stick at nothing; and one o’
their customs is to murder their infants the moment they are born.
The mothers agree to it, and the fathers do it. And the mildest
ways they have of murdering them is by sticking them through the
body with sharp splinters of bamboo, strangling them with their
thumbs, or burying them alive and stamping them to death while
under the sod.”
I felt sick at heart while my companion recited these horrors.
“But it’s a curious fact,” he continued, after a pause, during
which we walked in silence towards the spot where we had left our
comrades, - “it’s a curious fact, that wherever the missionaries
get a footin’ all these things come to an end at once, an’ the
savages take to doin’ each other good, and singin’ psalms, just
like Methodists.”
“God bless the missionaries!” said I, while a feeling of enthusiasm
filled my heart, so that I could speak with difficulty. “God bless
and prosper the missionaries till they get a footing in every
island of the sea!”
“I would say Amen to that prayer, Ralph, if I could,” said Bill, in
a deep, sad voice; “but it would be a mere mockery for a man to ask
a blessing for others who dare not ask one for himself. But,
Ralph,” he continued, “I’ve not told you half o’ the abominations I
have seen durin’ my life in these seas. If we pull long together,
lad, I’ll tell you more; and if times have not changed very much
since I was here last, it’s like that you’ll have a chance o’
seeing a little for yourself before long.”
CHAPTER XXV.
The Sandal-wood party - Native children’s games, somewhat
surprising - Desperate amusements suddenly and fatally brought to a
close - An old friend recognised - News - Romata’s mad conduct
NEXT day the wood-cutting party went ashore again, and I
accompanied them as before. During the dinner hour I wandered into
the woods alone, being disinclined for food that day. I had not
rambled far when I found myself unexpectedly on the sea-shore,
having crossed a narrow neck of land which separated the native
village from a large bay. Here I found a party of the islanders
busy with one of their war-canoes, which was almost ready for
launching. I stood for a long time watching this party with great
interest, and observed that they fastened the timbers and planks to
each other very much in the same way in which I had seen Jack
fasten those of our little boat. But what surprised me most was
its immense length, which I measured very carefully, and found to
be a hundred feet long; and it was so capacious that it could have
held three hundred men. It had the unwieldy out-rigger and
enormously high stern-posts which I had remarked on the canoe that
came to us while I was on the Coral Island. Observing some boys
playing at games a short way along the beach, I resolved to go and
watch them; but as I turned from the natives who were engaged so
busily and cheerfully at their work, I little thought of the
terrible event that hung on the completion of that war-canoe.
Advancing towards the children, who were so numerous that I began
to think this must be the general play-ground of the village, I sat
down on a grassy bank under the shade of a plantain-tree, to watch
them. And a happier or more noisy crew I have never seen. There
were at least two hundred of them, both boys and girls, all of whom
were clad in no other garments than their own glossy little black
skins, except the maro, or strip of cloth round the loins of the
boys, and a very short petticoat or kilt on the girls. They did
not all play at the same game, but amused themselves in different
groups.
One band was busily engaged in a game exactly similar to our blind-man’s-buff. Another set were walking on stilts, which raised the
children three feet from the ground. They were very expert at this
amusement and seldom tumbled. In another place I observed a group
of girls standing together, and apparently enjoying themselves very
much; so I went up to see what they were doing, and found that they
were opening their eye-lids with their fingers till their eyes
appeared of an enormous size, and then thrusting pieces of straw
between the upper and lower lids, across the eyeball, to keep them
in that position! This seemed to me, I must confess, a very
foolish as well as dangerous amusement. Nevertheless the children
seemed to be greatly delighted with the hideous faces they made. I
pondered this subject a good deal, and thought that if little
children knew how silly they seem to grown-up people when they make
faces, they would not be so fond of doing it. In another place
were a number of boys engaged in flying kites, and I could not help
wondering that some of the games of those little savages should be
so like to our own, although they had never seen us at play. But
the kites were different from ours in many respects, being of every
variety of shape. They were made of very thin cloth, and the boys
raised them to a wonderful height in the air by means of twine made
from the cocoa-nut husk. Other games there were, some of which
showed the natural depravity of the hearts of these poor savages,
and made me wish fervently that missionaries might be sent out to
them. But the amusement which the greatest number of the children
of both sexes seemed to take chief delight in, was swimming and
diving in the sea; and the expertness which they exhibited was
truly amazing. They seemed to have two principal games in the
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