The Three Voyages of Captain Cook Round the World. Vol. VII. Being the Third of the Third VoyageKing, James
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The Three Voyages of Captain Cook Round the World. Vol. VII. Being the Third of the Third Voyage
King, James
Cook, James, 1728-1779 -- Travel; Explorers -- Great Britain -- Biography; Voyages around the world -- History -- 18th century
them together the next day, in perfect good humour with each other; and
what is still more singular, the lady would not suffer us to remonstrate
with her husband on his treatment of her, which we were much inclined to
do, and plainly told us that he had done no more than he ought.
Whilst I was ashore at the observatory at Karakakooa Bay, I had twice an
opportunity of seeing a considerable part of their funeral rites.
Intelligence was brought me of the death of an old chief in a house near
our observatories, soon after the event happened. On going to the place,
I found a number of people assembled and seated round a square _area_,
fronting the house in which the deceased lay, whilst a man in a
red-feathered cap advanced from an interior part of the house to the
door, and putting out his head, at almost every moment uttered a most
lamentable howl, accompanied with the most singular grimaces and violent
distortions of his face that can be conceived. After this had passed a
short time, a large mat was spread upon the _area_, and two men and
thirteen women came out of the house and seated themselves down upon it,
in three equal rows, the two men and three of the women being in front.
The necks and hands of the women were decorated with feathered ruffs,
and broad green leaves, curiously scolloped, were spread over their
shoulders. At one corner of this _area_, near a small hut, were half a
dozen boys waving small white banners, and the tufted wands or _taboo_
sticks which have been often mentioned in the former chapters, who would
not permit us to approach them. This led me to imagine that the dead
body might be deposited in this little hut; but I afterward understood
that it was in the house where the man in the red cap opened the rites,
by playing his tricks at the door. The company just mentioned being
seated on the mat, began to sing a melancholy tune, accompanied with a
slow and gentle motion of the body and arms. When this had continued
some time, they raised themselves on their knees, and in a posture
between kneeling and sitting, began by degrees to move their arms and
their bodies with great rapidity, the tune always keeping pace with
their motions. As these last exertions were too violent to continue
long, they resumed at intervals their slower movements; and after this
performance had lasted an hour, more mats were brought and spread upon
the _area_, and four or five elderly women, amongst whom I was told was
the dead chief’s wife, advanced slowly out of the house, and seating
themselves in the front of the first company, began to cry and wail most
bitterly, the women in the three rows behind joining them, whilst the
two men inclined their heads over them in a very melancholy and pensive
attitude. At this period of the rites, I was obliged to leave them to
attend at the observatory, but returning within half an hour found them
in the same situation. I continued with them till late in the evening,
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