The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 05, May 1891: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, No. 05, May 1891: An Illustrated Monthly
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English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
One day I made an excursion with him in his canoe, and we coasted
inside of the coral barrier for a long distance. Everywhere the shore
was thickly fringed with cocoanut trees and palms. So clear was the
water that the branching coral could be seen many yards below. We
landed in a little bay, and proceeded to a friendly village hidden in
the jungle. Here I was as much an object of curiosity as I had been in
the other places; but it also seemed to me that I was regarded with a
certain shyness and reserve, and there was an evident desire that I
should not go about and look into the houses. Before one of the largest
of the houses I noticed several human heads stuck on bamboos, and as
these heads were fresh, it suddenly occurred to me that the villagers
had just returned from a head-hunting expedition, and had been dining
off human flesh. I therefore determined to keep my eyes open, and very
soon I came across unmistakable evidence that I was right, for behind
one of the huts in the centre of the village I discovered a very old
man and a middle-aged woman busily engaged enveloping portions of human
flesh in leaves preparatory to cooking it, which is done in a sort of
oven built of loose stones. In another part of the village I saw a heap
of human bones, including thigh and leg bones, and an arm to which the
flesh still adhered. It was not a very pleasant sight, and I was glad
to get away.
[Illustration: "WE COASTED INSIDE OF THE CORAL BARRIER."]
I subsequently heard in China that the natives of these islands scrape
the inside of the kernels of the young cocoa nuts into a gourd, and,
adding pounded sago to it, they mix human brains with the mess, and
diluting it with goat's milk, drink the compound. I attached little
credence to this statement at the time, but within the last few years
it has been amply confirmed, especially by Mr. H. H. Romilly, who paid
several visits to the islands. He says that the disgusting decoction is
known as dak-dak.
I parted from my friendly chief, or king, with regret, and I promised
myself that I would return at no distant date, and endeavour to explore
the island. Circumstances, however, arose which made the fulfilment of
that promise impracticable at the time.
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