The Three Voyages of Captain Cook Round the World, Vol. III. Being the First of the Second VoyageCook, James
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The Three Voyages of Captain Cook Round the World, Vol. III. Being the First of the Second Voyage
Cook, James
Cook, James, 1728-1779 -- Travel; Explorers -- Great Britain -- Biography; Voyages around the world -- History -- 18th century
in which situation I left him, to return on board; and he soon after
retired. I had not been long on board before word was brought me that a
quantity of provisions had came from this chief. A boat was sent to
bring it from the shore; and it consisted of about twenty baskets of
roasted bananoes, sour bread and yams, and a roasted pig of about twenty
pounds weight. Mr. Edgcumbe and his party were just reimbarking, when
these were brought to the water-side, and the bearers said it was a
present from the _Areeke_, that is the king of the island, to the
_Areeke_ of the ship. After this I was no longer to doubt the dignity of
this sullen chief.
Early in the morning of the 7th, while the ships were unmooring, I went
ashore with Captain Furneaux and Mr. Forster, in order to make some
return to the king for his last night’s present. We no sooner landed
than we found Attago, of whom we enquired for the king, whose name was
Kohaghee-too-Fallangou. He accordingly undertook to conduct us to him;
but whether he mistook the man we wanted, or was ignorant where he was,
I know not. Certain it is, that he took us a wrong road, in which he had
not gone far before he stopped; and after some little conversation
between him and another man, we returned back, and presently after, the
king appeared with very few attendants. As soon as Attago saw him
coming, he sat down under a tree, and desired us to do the same. The
king seated himself on a rising ground, about twelve or fifteen yards
from us: here we sat facing one another for some minutes. I waited for
Attago to shew us the way; but seeing he did not rise, Captain Furneaux
and I got up, went and saluted the king, and sat down by him. We then
presented him with a white shirt (which we put on his back), a few yards
of red cloth, a brass kettle, a saw, two large spikes, three looking
glasses, a dozen of medals, and some strings of beads. All this time he
sat with the same sullen stupid gravity as the day before: he even did
not seem to see or know what we were about; his arms appeared immoveable
at his sides; he did not so much as raise them when we put on the shirt.
I told him, both by words and signs, that we were going to leave his
island; he scarcely made the least answer to this, or any other thing,
we either said or did. We, therefore, got up and took leave; but I yet
remained near him, to observe his actions. Soon after, he entered into
conversation with Attago and an old woman, whom we took to be his
mother. I did not understand any part of the conversation; it however
made him laugh, in spite of his assumed gravity. I say assumed, because
it exceeded every thing of the kind I ever saw; and therefore think it
could not be his real disposition (unless he was an idiot indeed), as
these islanders, like all the others we had lately visited, have a great
deal of levity; and he was in the prime of life. At last, he rose up,
and retired with his mother and two or three more.
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