The Fijians: A Study of the Decay of CustomThomson, Basil
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The Fijians: A Study of the Decay of Custom
Thomson, Basil
Ethnology -- Fiji; Fijians
A similar case occurred in Vanualevu, while the Australian papers were
of full of the exploits of the Kelly gang of bushrangers. Fired by the
halting translation of the local storekeeper, three otherwise blameless
youths, church-goers every one, resolved to take to the bush and make
the world ring with the story of their crimes. They began tentatively by
setting fire to an empty house, and waxing bolder, they waylaid an
elderly German storekeeper in broad day, and by dint of yelling their
tribal war-cry into his ears, put sufficient heart into themselves to
cut him down with a hatchet. A couple of mission teachers, attracted by
their shouts, put them to flight, and thereafter they seem to have lost
heart, for a week later their dead bodies were discovered far up the
mountain. They had perished like the Fijian widows of old. Two of them
had strangled the third by hauling on the loose ends of a noose of
bark-cloth; the first had then strangled the second by tying one end of
the noose to a tree, and pulling on the other, and had then hanged
himself, English fashion, from a bough.
Though naturally so timid, the Fijian has shown himself upon occasion to
be capable of extraordinary courage and self-devotion, generally,
however, when assailed by the forces of nature. There is no reason to
doubt the truth of the story that a Kandavu chief, whose canoe capsized
a mile from the Serua reef, when attacked by sharks, was protected by
his men, who formed a ring round him as he swam. As man after man was
dragged down, the rest closed in, until there were but three left to
reach the shore. I myself questioned two girls, the survivors of a party
of twelve, who had been picked up by a cutter off the mouth of the Rewa,
after all their companions had been devoured by sharks, and they had
been eight hours swimming in a rough sea. They described without a
shudder how a huge shark, glutted with the body of the last of their
playmates, had rubbed himself along their naked backs as they swam, and
had played about them until the moment of their rescue. Their fortitude
seemed, however, to be due to a lack of imagination.
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