The mystery of Easter island: the story of an expeditionRoutledge, Katherine
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The mystery of Easter island: the story of an expedition
Routledge, Katherine
Easter Island; Oceania -- Description and travel; Voyages and travels
The company presently showed signs of unusual activity, and began to
shift camp; the movement was not connected, as far as we could tell,
with our presence, and, judging by the odour of the place, the time for
it had certainly arrived. It was interesting to see their chattels
brought down one by one to the canoes. Amongst them were receptacles
resembling large pillboxes, about 12 inches across, made of birchwood,
which was split thin and sewn with tendons. In these were kept running
nooses made of whalebone for capturing wild geese, and also
harpoon-lines cut out of sealskin: at one extremity of these last was a
barbed head made of bone; this head, when in use, fits into the
extremity of a long wooden shaft, to which it is then attached by the
leather thong. The possessions included an adze-like tool for making
canoes, the use of which was demonstrated, and resembled that of a
plane; also an awl about 2 inches long, in form like a dumb-bell, with a
protruding spike at one end. There were small pots made of birch bark
for baling the boats, and some European axes. We did not see any form of
cooking utensil. When all the objects, including the sealskin coverings
of the huts, had been stowed in the canoes, the company all embarked and
rowed off towards the open sea.
On leaving Charrua and returning to the main channel we obtained
magnificent views of the Andes. Penguin Inlet leading inland opened up a
marvellous panorama of snowy peaks, which can be visible only on a clear
day such as we were fortunate in possessing; this range received at
least one vote, in the final comparing of notes, as to the most
beautiful thing seen between Punta Arenas and the Gulf of Peñas. A white
line across the water showed where the ice terminated, while small
pieces which reached the main channel, looked, as they floated past us,
like stray waterlilies on the surface of the sea. We anchored at Ring
Dove Inlet, and went on next day through Chasm Reach, where the channel
is only from five hundred to a thousand yards in width. Our
expectations, which had been greatly raised, were on the whole
disappointed, but here again no doubt it was a question of lighting; the
usually gloomy gorge was illuminated with the full radiance of the
summer sun, leaving nothing to the imagination.
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