Torrey's Narrative; or, The Life and Adventures of William TorreyTorrey, William
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Torrey's Narrative; or, The Life and Adventures of William Torrey
Torrey, William
Marquesas Islands (French Polynesia); Seafaring life
We searched in vain for water, took to our boats
again and pulled along till we came to a little bay
known as North West Bay, where we saw a number of
natives fishing. We kept close in shore for fear of frightening
them. Before we could cut off their retreat, they
saw us, gave one yell and most assiduously did they
pull for the shore. We overtook one canoe; they seemed
very much frightened, and made attempts to jump overboard,
when we held up bits of iron and other things
as presents. They suffered us to come near them; finding
us friends instead of enemies, they offered us water
and wine made from the Palm Tree, which possesses
most an excellent flavor. Those who had considered
themselves very fortunate in escaping, came back bringing
fowls and palm wine which they readily exchanged
for our bits of old iron. Those trifles were considered
by them as possessing great value. They would hang
them about their persons and dance and jump about
with greatest delight. Soon as they could be made to
understand the nature of our visit, they sent a man with[37]
us, who took us a little way around to a most beautiful
stream of pure cold water. Dismissing our pilot we
stood for our vessel which was not then visible, thinking
to get the water the next morning. We pulled out
of the harbor and saw our vessel hull down as it is
termed, that is, nothing to be seen but the topmasts.
Scarce a ripple was to be felt upon the water, so perfectly
glass-like did it appear. The sun was just setting
in all its splendor, casting its long beautiful rays upon
the still waters, rendering our situation certainly a most
enviable one. Soon as the sun's last flickering ray died
upon the water, the moon pale and beautiful gladdened
our hearts with her gentle rays. Caring but little to
leave this fascinating spot, we pulled leisurely for the
ship, reaching her at half-past ten.
The next morning we stood into the harbor and came
to anchor. The natives in great numbers came on
board, wishing to exchange more of their fowls and
wine for the poor, worthless bits of iron and other things,
which we possessed. We noticed one with both hands
cut off at his wrists; and were informed, if we rightly interpreted
their signs, that he was a thief, and that was
one of their modes of punishment. In wishing to come on
board, he threw his arms around the hauling part of the
fore sheet, (a rope hanging at the ship's side) which not
being fast in-board gave way with his weight, and he
fell into the sea. Not one of his fellows tendered him
the helping hand. Some looked on without betraying
the least emotion, while others with ribaldry and mirth
saw the water close over him forever. He seemed to
be an object of universal contempt. Whether his thieving[38]
propensities were coupled with other misdeeds I
know not.
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