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
own opinion only, I should believe it was real. At last, when we were
about to weigh, they took a most affectionate leave. Oreo’s last request
was for me to return; when he saw he could not obtain that promise, he
asked the name of my _Marai_ (burying-place.) As strange a question as
this was, I hesitated not a moment to tell him Stepney; the parish in
which I live, when in London. I was made to repeat it several times over
till they could pronounce it: then, Stepney, _Marai no Toote_, was
echoed through an hundred mouths at once. I afterwards found the same
question had been put to Mr. Forster by a man on shore; but he gave a
different, and, indeed, more proper answer, by saying, no man, who used
the sea, could say where he should be buried. It is the custom at these
isles for all the great families to have burial-places of their own,
where their remains are interred. These go with the estate to the next
heir. The _Marai_ at Oparree at Otaheite, when Tootaha swayed the
sceptre, was called _Marai no Tootaha_; but now it is called _Marai no
Otoo_. What greater proof could we have of these people esteeming us as
friends, than their wishing to remember us, even beyond the period of
our lives? They had been repeatedly told that we should see them no
more; they then wanted to know where we were to mingle with our parent
dust.
As I could not promise, or even suppose, that more English ships would
be sent to those isles, our faithful companion Oedidee chose to remain
in his native country. But he left us with a regret fully demonstrative
of the esteem he bore to us; nor could any thing, but the fear of never
returning, have torn him from us. When the chief teased me so much about
returning, I sometimes gave such answers as left them hopes. Oedidee
would instantly catch at this, take me on one side, and ask me over
again. In short, I have not words to describe the anguish which appeared
in this young man’s breast, when he went away. He looked up at the ship,
burst into tears, and then sunk down into the canoe. The maxim that a
prophet has no honour in his own country, was never more fully verified
than in this youth. At Otaheite he might have had any thing that was in
their power to bestow; whereas here he was not in the least noticed. He
was a youth of good parts, and, like most of his countrymen, of a
docile, gentle, and humane disposition; but, in a manner, wholly
ignorant of their religion, government, manners, customs, and
traditions; consequently, no material knowledge could have been gathered
from him, had I brought him away. Indeed, he would have been a better
specimen of the nation, in every respect, than Omai. Just as Oedidee was
going out of the ship, he asked me to _Tatou_ some _Parou_ for him, in
order to show the commanders of any other ships which might stop here. I
complied with his request, gave him a certificate of the time he had
been with us, and recommended him to the notice of those who might touch
at the island after me.
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