A Narrative of the Mutiny, on Board the Ship Globe, of Nantucket, in the Pacific Ocean, Jan. 1824: And the journal of a residence of two years on the Mulgrave; Islands; with observations on the manners and customs of; the inhabitantsLay, William
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A Narrative of the Mutiny, on Board the Ship Globe, of Nantucket, in the Pacific Ocean, Jan. 1824: And the journal of a residence of two years on the Mulgrave; Islands; with observations on the manners and customs of; the inhabitants
Lay, William
Globe Mutiny, 1824; Mili Atoll (Marshall Islands)
The bread fruit beginning to ripen, we were all employed in gathering
it; and I will endeavour to give the reader an idea of the process of
preserving it. After the fruit was gathered, the outside rind was
scraped off, and the seeds taken out; which are in size and appearance
like a chesnut. The fruit is then put into a net, the meshes of which
are quite small, taken into the salt water, and then beat with a club
to pummice. It is then put into baskets made of cocoanut leaves, and
in about two days becomes like a rotten apple; after which the _cores_
are taken out, and the remainder after undergoing a process of
kneading, is put into a hole in the ground, the bottom and sides of
which are neatly inlaid with leaves, and left about two days; when it
again undergoes the same process of kneading, and so on, until it
becomes perfectly dry.--This occupied us a number of days; and when we
were engaged in gathering another, and a larger kind, a small boy came
running towards us, and exclaimed, "_Uroit a-ro rayta mony la
Wirrum_," that is, the chiefs are going to kill William. Ludjuan
seeing that I understood what the boy said, he said "reab-reab!" it is
false. From the pains taken by the natives to keep Hussey and myself
apart, it was evident that they were in some measure afraid of us;
but from what cause I had yet to learn. After passing a sleepless
night, we again in the morning pursued our labors, but I was
continually agitated by fearful apprehensions. About midnight I
overheard some of the natives in the tent talking about me, and I was
now convinced that some injury was contemplated. I then asked them
what I was to be killed for. They seemed surprised when I told them I
had been listening; yet they denied that I was to be killed, and one
of them who had frequently manifested for me much friendship, came to
my mat, and lay down with me, assuring me I should not be injured.
The harvest being ended, a feast was had, and the chiefs were
presented with considerable quantities of this fruit, after it had
been prepared and baked, which in taste resembled a sweet potatoe,
sending presents of it in all directions about the Island.
Having now but little work to do, I confined myself to the hut as much
as possible, for I had been observed for some time in a very
suspicious manner. In a few days I was informed that Hussey had been
brought to the Island, and it was immediately suggested to my anxious
mind, that we were now to be sacrificed. Ludjuan went with me to see
Hussey, but we were only allowed a few moments conversation, when I
was taken back to the hut, and communicated my fears to my old
mistress, who sympathized with me, but said if the chiefs had
determined it, there was no hope for me. I now was made acquainted
with the cause of their dislike, which was no less than a
superstitious idea, that we were the cause of a malady, then raging to
considerable extent!
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