Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Oceania -- Fiction; Pearl fisheries -- Fiction; Sea stories
That night, when dinner was over and we sat talking on the Tara's deck,
my uncle explained to me the terms of the agreement under which his
divers worked. "Ordinarily," he said, "when the Government opens the
lagoons the men are free to keep everything they bring up: the shell
and the pearls are theirs to do with as they please. The traders keep
track of all the better men and do their best to get them as deeply as
possible in debt before the season begins. You can imagine what
happens when credit is offered to simple fellows like these Paumotans:
they run up bills for all sorts of useless trash--guitars; silk dresses
and high-heeled shoes for their women; cheap perfume at five or six
dollars a bottle; every kind of fancy white-man's food in tins. They
load up with this sort of stuff till they are over their heads in debt.
By the time he begins to dive, each native is safe in the clutches of
some trading-house--Chinese, more often than not--and every pearl and
every pound of shell must be sold to the creditor at the creditor's
price.
"It is different here on Iriatai, for the men know that I have a year's
monopoly of the lagoon. But there is more shell, and it lies in
shallower water than in the lagoons which have been worked for a
generation, so the divers are glad to accept my terms. Ever since I
came to the islands I have tried to deal honestly with the people, for
I have a theory that the savage appreciates a square deal as well as a
civilized man. It has paid me, too. As you know, I am furnishing the
canoes and advancing a reasonable amount of food and goods. The men
have agreed, on their side, to work every day the weather permits and
to let me make the first offer on their catch. Half of the shell goes
to me; all of the pearls and the other half of the shell will be
theirs. At the end of the season I'll make each man an offer on his
shell--cleaned, sacked, and loaded aboard the Tara. As for the pearls,
they will be brought out every night and offered for sale to me. Those
I do not care to buy, or for which the owners think they can get a
higher price in Tahiti, will be sold in the open market when we go
North. But I'll get all the really fine ones--I can pay good prices
and still double my money in every case!"
In the morning I had my first sight of pearl-diving as it is practised
among the atolls of the Paumotus.
The men we had brought with us from Raiatea, reënforced by a few
volunteers from the copra-makers of Iriatai, made up fifteen crews of
two men each. I say men, but one of the best of the lot was an elderly
brown woman, and there was not a man who could dive deeper than old
Maruia, or bring up more shell in a day.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account