Mardi, and a voyage thither, Vol. 1 (of 2)Melville, Herman
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Mardi, and a voyage thither, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Melville, Herman
Adventure stories; Polynesia -- Description and travel -- Fiction
Further caution seemed needless: I pointed our prow for the shore. No
sooner was this perceived, than, raising an applauding shout, the
Islanders ran up to their waists in the sea. And skimming like a gull
over the smooth lagoon, the light shallop darted in among them. Quick
as thought, fifty hands were on the gunwale: and, with all its
contents, lifted bodily into the air, the little Chamois, upon many a
dripping shoulder, was borne deep into the groves. Yillah shrieked at
the rocking motion, and when the boughs of the trees brushed against
the tent.
With his staff, an old man now pointed to a couple of twin-like trees,
some four paces apart; and a little way from the ground conveniently
crotched.
And here, eftsoons, they deposited their burden; lowering the Chamois
gently between the forks of the trees, whose willow-like foliage
fringed the tent and its inmate.
CHAPTER LIII.
The Chamois Ashore
Until now, enveloped in her robe, and crouching like a fawn, Yillah had
been well nigh hidden from view. But presently she withdrew her hood.
What saw the Islanders, that they so gazed and adored in silence: some
retreating, some creeping nearer, and the women all in a flutter? Long
they gazed; and following Samoa’s example, stretched forth their arms
in reverence.
The adoration of the maiden was extended to myself. Indeed, from the
singular gestures employed, I had all along suspected, that we were
being received with unwonted honors.
I now sought to get speech of my comrades. But so obstreperous was the
crowd, that it was next to impossible. Jarl was still in his perch in
the air; his enthusiastic bearers not yet suffering him to alight.
Samoa, however, who had managed to keep out of the saddle, by-and-by
contrived to draw nearer to the Chamois.
He advised me, by no means to descend for the present; since in any
event we were sure of remaining unmolested therein; the Islanders
regarding it as sacred.
The Upoluan attracted a great deal of attention; chiefly from his style
of tattooing, which, together with other peculiarities, so interested
the natives, that they were perpetually hanging about him, putting
eager questions, and all the time keeping up a violent clamor.
But despite the large demand upon his lungs, Samoa made out to inform
me, that notwithstanding the multitude assembled, there was no high
chief, or person of consequence present; the king of the place, also
those of the islands adjacent, being absent at a festival in another
quarter of the Archipelago. But upon the first distant glimpse of the
Chamois, fleet canoes had been dispatched to announce the surprising
event that had happened.
In good time, the crowd becoming less tumultuous, and abandoning the
siege of Samoa, I availed myself of this welcome lull, and called upon
him and my Viking to enter the Chamois; desirous of condensing our
forces against all emergencies.
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