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
Such was now the issue, that Noyce and myself were
called upon to decide whether we would bear the king's[126]
mark and join the tribe and assist in protecting the bay.
This we would gladly have passed by, but there was
no alternative, save in death and leaving the island.
The latter would have been preferred had an opportunity
presented itself.
Consequently we were brought forward to be tattooed,
which was done on the back of the hand, as seen
in the Frontispiece.
First an ink is made from the smoke of the Amer nut,
which when ripe is about the size of the common filbert.
These are strung on the stem of the cocoa-nut
leaf, which when dry is hard and stiff. The larger end
of this stem is placed in the ground, or in some manner
so that it will stand erect, when the top end is lighted
and burns freely. The stem of the leaf serves as wick.
Over the blaze a piece of bark is held to collect the
smoke. When a sufficient quantity is collected, it is
put in water, thus forming an ink.
The figure to be made is then traced on the desired
spot, with a stick dipped in the ink. An instrument
made by fastening six or eight small sharp fish bones to
a stick, which in shape much resembles the gauge used
in splitting straw, is dipped in the solution and driven
into the flesh by means of a blow given with a short
stick, thus forming a mark which cannot be obliterated.
This was an operation indeed painful, especially so
on the more sinewy parts of the hand. A long time
elapsed before I could use my hands very much.
A person thus marked is considered as the king's own
private property, subject entirely to his control and disposition,
and when bearing this mark can never desert[127]
the tribe, for he would be as cruelly treated by the tribe
he wishes to join, as by the deserted one, should he be
taken, the penalty for which is death.
All things being in readiness for the attack upon the
Cohapha, for the purpose of recovering the loss of our
men, we started. There were three parties of us.
Noyce was with the king, I with the first chief, after
whom we were respectively named, Capayoho, a warrior,
Whooro, a good man.
It was late in the evening when we started. The
sky was clear, the stars shone unusually bright, as if
approving our mission. So stilly they rowed, that not
a noise was heard, save the surf dashing against the
iron bound shore from the long and heavy regular swell
of the sea. Not a word was heard, for every man knew
his duty without an order.
Thus we continued on in silence until we reached the
bay. We neared the shore and landed about thirty
men, a sufficient number being left with the boats.
They had scarce left us when the whole welkin rang
with loud shrieks; the war-whoop was sounded.
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