At home in FijiGordon Cumming, C. F. (Constance Frederica)
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At home in Fiji
Gordon Cumming, C. F. (Constance Frederica)
Fiji; Folklore -- Fiji
There, and I think also at Rewa, the women just beat out a flat piece of
clay on their hand, and then gradually mould it into a cup-like form,
with the help of a smooth stone held inside, and a wooden spatula with
which to beat the outer surface. When their modelling is finished, the
pieces are left to dry in a house for six or eight days, and are then
taken to a quiet sheltered nook betwixt the sea and a great rock. Here a
pile of light wood and small sticks is built, and on this the pots are
laid. Dry grass is lightly piled over them, and small twigs over all.
This pile is set on fire, and kept burning for about half an hour. Then,
while still hot, the cooking-pots are well rubbed with an infusion of
_tiri_—_i. e._, mangrove-bark—which is a dark-red dye, and gives the pots
both colour and a slight glaze. Ornamental pots, and those for water, are
kept in the house from four to eight days. They are first baked with a
light grass-fire, afterwards with wood, and while still hot are glazed
with the _ndakua_ resin I mentioned previously.
There are slight variations in the process in different parts of the
group, as on the north of Vanua Levu, where all the pottery we procured
was unglazed. Several of the finest pieces I have seen were said to come
from Na Sava, which is only a few miles from here; and I was the more
anxious to see these people at work because of the tradition that their
ancestresses first discovered the art. So Mr Jones sent word to the
village chief that we proposed visiting his town in the afternoon. We
walked up to Mr Shinnock’s house; and he welcomed us to a real planter’s
bungalow, and gave us kid, _taro_, and tea, which we consumed in
presence of a large circle of Fijian girls, who had assembled from other
mountain-towns to see the pale-faced woman. _Na Maramma mbalavu_—the long
lady—was the title by which I was invariably described.
The horses having, after much trouble, been caught and saddled, we rode
round the back of the rock till we came to Na Sava, which is quite a
large village. Here the chief called upon the potters to assemble on the
village-green and exhibit their skill. Of course this was taking them
rather at a disadvantage, but it enabled us to see a good deal in a short
time.
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