Journal of a cruise of the United States schooner Dolphin, among the islands of the Pacific Ocean; and a visit to the Mulgrave Islands, in pursuit of the mutineers of the whaleship GlobePaulding, Hiram
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Journal of a cruise of the United States schooner Dolphin, among the islands of the Pacific Ocean; and a visit to the Mulgrave Islands, in pursuit of the mutineers of the whaleship Globe
Paulding, Hiram
Oceania -- Description and travel
The numerous shoals of coral, with the violence of the wind,
rendering it somewhat dangerous to run in the dark, I determined to
come to for the night, as we were yet a long distance from the
schooner. For this purpose, we stood in towards the place where, on
the preceding night, we had met the exploring party. Lugoma no
sooner found himself so near the shore, than he became more earnest
than ever in his petition to be permitted to land with his son,
although he was more than twenty miles from his home. I would have
allowed him to leave us, had I not been apprehensive of the hostility
of his countrymen; I knew not but by his aid in piloting them to our
night's encampment, we might be surprised before morning, and my
resolution to keep him was confirmed, when it was reported to me, by
some omen who had landed from the other boat, that one or more
natives had been seen near us, skulking through the bushes. We also
determined, not to trust ourselves on shore, but to lay in the boat,
and make an awning of our sails, to screen us from the heavy showers
that were frequently coming over, in the best manner we could.--When
we had finished our repast, we hauled off and anchored, but not to
sleep. Our awning was but poorly calculated for shelter, and the
showers that constantly succeeded each other, kept us too wet and
cold for rest; besides this, I was frequently reminded of Lugoma's
presence, who made me pay dearly for his detention. He would lay no
where else than alongside of me, and during the whole night, not more
than ten minutes elapsed at any one time, that he did not move his
hand over my face, and when he thought my attention was sufficiently
awakened, call out to me, "Hitera;" a word that signified he was my
good friend, nor would he suffer me to rest a moment afterwards until
I had replied to him "Hitera."
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