As the sun rose above the horizon, a loud explosion took place, by which
I knew that the flames had communicated with the magazine, and that the
ship had been blown to atoms. I determined to hide myself in the
bushes, with the hope of not being discovered. Before I went, I made a
hasty visit to the poor wounded woman, to see how she was. It was broad
daylight, and I found that I had afforded succour to a very beautiful
young girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old. As she still appeared
faint, I brought her some more water, and when I gave it to her, she
expressed her gratitude with her eyes. Examining the bandages, which
had slipped a little on one side, I replaced them, and then darted into
the thickest of the underwood. As I pressed on, bent half double, my
head suddenly came in contact with something hard; I looked up, and
found that it was the head of one of the islanders, who was also forcing
his way through the bushes, an immense, powerful man, who immediately
sprung upon me, and pinned me to the ground. He was followed by several
others who came to his assistance, and all resistance was useless. They
pulled some of the creeping withies, that grow in those countries, and
bound me hand and foot; then selecting a large pole, they made me fast
to it, and carried me away. When they arrived at the beach, I was laid
down on my back, exposed to the burning sun. Left to my own
reflections, and calling to mind all that I could recollect from the
voyages and travels which I had read, I concluded that I was to be made
a sacrifice of to their gods. I prayed to Heaven for mercy, and
resigned myself to my fate, which appeared inevitable.
The islanders had all assembled on the beach close to where I lay. The
dead bodies of their companions, who had fallen in the conflict, and the
wounded, were carried into the canoes. They formed a circle round the
fire, which they had kindled, made several speeches, and danced a
war-dance. I turned round on my side, and perceived to my horror, that
they had collected all the bodies of my companions, and were devouring
them. What they did not feel inclined to eat, they packed up in
baskets, and put into the canoes. I anticipated that such would be my
own fate--not at present, as they had more than they could consume--but
that I should be reserved for a festival, after their arrival in their
own country. Nor was I incorrect in my supposition; they collected
together all the bones, which they carried with them, and putting me on
board, hoisted their mat sails, and steered away for their own islands.
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