"We shall have to watch them carefully," remarked my father,
"although they are not armed. Keep your rifles handy, but on no
account frighten them. The provisions will be most acceptable, for we
will have to be dependent on the island for food and water for some
time."
The leading canoe came dexterously alongside, and a tall, well-built
man, who was apparently a chief, sprang up the side and gained the
deck, accompanied by five of his companions. Others would have
followed, but by a peremptory gesture the bos'n kept them off.
The chief, who was head and shoulders taller than the rest of the
natives, ran towards my father and went through the nose-rubbing
ceremony, doing the same honour to my Uncle Herbert, Dr. Conolly, and
myself; then, rapidly speaking a few words to his companions, he made
signs for us to accept the presents they brought.
In a few minutes the various eatables were flying over the bulwarks
in a manner somewhat resembling, but far more pleasant than, the
shower of stones with which they had greeted us on the previous day,
till the skylight was heaped with enough fruit and vegetables to last
us a week, and half a dozen squealing pigs lay struggling in the
scuppers.
In return we presented the chief with a small looking-glass, which he
hung round his neck, a hatchet, some cloth and beads, and two empty
three-pounder brass cylinders. The latter he received with
considerable trepidity, but finally he bound them with a strip of
cocoa-fibre and dangled them from his mop of thick hair, laughing in
high glee as they clanked with every movement of his head.
We then took him all over the yacht, keeping a sharp eye on the
natives, who, having recovered their usual spirits, were laughing and
talking and making signs in dumb show like delighted children, and
showed a tendency to pilfer any small metal articles they could
conveniently hide. Even when detected in the act of thieving they
would roar with merriment as if proud of being found out, and on
putting down the stolen articles they would rub noses with the
nearest member of the crew, and immediately lay hands on the next
object that took their fancy.
For the chief's edification the Q.-F. was discharged, upon which he
fell on the deck and hid his head in his arms. To still further
impress him, a barrel was towed to a good distance from the yacht and
a few rounds from the maxim knocked it into a multitude of splinters.
The bilgepump took his fancy to such an extent that he ordered two of
his followers to continue working on it, till the pump sucked dry
with a gurgling noise that caused the men to drop the levers as if
they were red-hot.
At length, after many signs whereby he clearly expressed a wish for
us to visit him ashore, the chief was induced to go over the side,
and to the accompaniment of a weird song of welcome uttered by fifty
lusty voices, he was paddled at a great rate to the beach.
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