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
The servant declared he was doing his master's bidding.
This was stoutly contradicted by Daylia. Still
I was led by the former friendship which had existed
between us, and the previous conduct of Daylia, to believe
the statement of the servant in preference to that
of his.
The king then ordered them to leave the island that
day or he would kill them all. Daylia taking up a little
child of one of the missionaries, said in a half sneering
manner, "Would you kill this innocent one?"
"Yes," says the king, "a nit will be a louse."
Their goods were taken to the ship, and every preparation
made to leave the island; Daylia, however,
taking the opportunity to say to me that I might expect
to be sent for from England to answer for my conduct,
accusing me of influencing the king against them.
This was not the fact; and, to the contrary, had I
not interfered in their behalf, they would have been
killed in the early part of their adventure.
Still I did not favor the idea of their remaining very
much, knowing the utter impracticability of such an
undertaking with the then existing state of the inhabitants.
Had such an enterprise been in the least degree
practicable, we should have been foolish indeed not to
have welcomed them with joy, as our situation would
thereby have been greatly improved, if our escape had
not been effected by it.
It was painful, indeed, to see them depart, especially
so, as far as Messrs. Bingham and Morris were concerned,
for, towards them we had formed the strongest
attachment.
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On the morning of the next day they weighed anchor
and left the harbor.
Twice since this time have the missionaries attempted
to form a station there, and as many times been defeated.
Once the French Catholics, with an armed
force, attempted to drive them to repentance and religion
at the point of the bayonet, but the missionaries and
soldiers were massacred, and the sailors driven from the
harbor.
After the missionaries left the harbor, time passed still
more heavily than before. A month or two elapsed
without our having much to do.
One day while seated on a high bluff overlooking
the sea, watching for some distant sail, there I sat with
anxious, straining eyes till near nightfall, when I discerned
a speck in the distance, dancing upon the wave.
I watched its course until it ripened into perfect form,
giving the beautiful proportion of a large ship. With
great eagerness I watched it until night closed it from
my sight. Wondering whether she was destined to land
at our shores, I returned to the valley and gave notice
to the king of its approach.
The next morning I, with my wife, at a very early
hour, went to bathe, and saw the ship heading towards
the harbor. The king and other natives soon joined
us, all with straining eyes watching the ship.
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