There She Blows! Or, The Log of the ArethusaMacy, William Hussey
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There She Blows! Or, The Log of the Arethusa
Macy, William Hussey
Sea stories; Whaling -- Fiction
We struggled on, but as we advanced, we found we were coming where the
face of the precipice was impassable, and there was no course for us
but to make our way upward to the summit of the mountain. We soon after
heard voices, as of men cowering above us, and presently we were hailed
to "come up there!" I understood thus much of the Marquesan gibberish;
but the idea of a flank attack instantly recurred to my mind, and I
dreaded lest we had now fallen into a snare where the advantages were
with the enemy, he being above instead of beneath us. But Peter had
already answered the hail, and after a few sentences were interchanged,
he started directly upward, saying to me, "All right! Come on!" Again
I trusted to his knowledge and sagacity, and followed without further
question; though still keeping my lance ready for immediate use, if
necessary to defend myself.
My fears were soon allayed, however; for four men dressed in shirts and
trousers like seamen, emerged into view on a ledge or terrace above
us, whom I recognized as the boat's crew, whom Bailey had employed. Up
to this time nothing had been seen of these men, or of Bailey himself,
since I pushed my way out of his house.
These men all belonged to the tribe of Hanayapa, where the ship lay,
and were now on their way home to their own village, bearing some of
the hatchets, cloth and tobacco with them, and filled with indignation
at their employer, who had failed to satisfy them in the distribution
of the plunder. They were, of course, ready to befriend us, and to
pilot us back to the ship; taking every occasion to make their peace
with us, and to vent their virtuous indignation by denouncing all the
tribe to windward for their perfidy. "Hanaca-oa no good," was the
burden of their tale, so far as they could render it into English;
but they doubtless ran through their whole vocabulary of guttural
adjectives for the benefit of my companion. They, of course, knew
nothing of our fight with the colossal chief on the cliff, and we did
not enlighten them at present; but when they inquired where I got the
lance, Peter gave them to understand that I had seized it from the
ground when we first started to make our escape. They had come by a
path which wound over the mountain inland, but hereabouts it struck
nearer the brow of the cliff, and through the openings in the bushes
they had seen us beneath them some time before they could be seen
themselves.
A short distance further on, the path wound over a high pinnacle from
which we could look down upon the bay of Hanayapa, and the gallant
Arethusa riding at anchor; while our boat could be seen like a speck,
coming round the bluff that formed the other side of the harbor's
mouth, pulling up from Hanarora. A rugged and circuitous route carried
us down into the valley, and a canoe was soon found by our four
friends. Before sundown we were once more on the deck of our floating
home.
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