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
Finding it useless to attempt a conversation at that
time, he went back to the ship and sent two rafts of
casks to the shore for water. These I bargained with[157]
the natives to fill for him, paying them in whales' teeth,
tobacco, &c. He also purchased a quantity of hogs,
fruit, &c., of the natives, always paying them as much
certainly, as he promised to do. Besides, he made them
many presents of small, and to him, valueless articles,
though they esteemed them very highly. This won
their affections completely, and he was allowed to go
where and when he pleased. By this means we were
enabled to get together often and form a plan by which
he could assist me in getting away, which was to go on
board as the land breeze sprang up. I told him repeatedly
of the sad consequences that would most assuredly
follow to himself and crew, as well as to me, should
we be detected in the act. But that did not in the least
degree deter him from making the attempt. What a
noble contrast between this captain, who was willing to
run the risk of his life, and the lives of his noble crew,
to assist me to escape, and the heartless wretch of the
Pocahontas, who refused to let me have any thing unless
I would pay him in American currency, which he
well knew I had not; at the same time he was in
want of hogs, &c., which I could furnish him with, and
which he chose rather to obtain from the simple natives
with a piece of old valueless hoop iron; thus depriving
me of useful articles which my necessities required.
The afternoon previous to the departure of the ship,
the captain spent on shore with us, and when he left to
go on board I shook hands with him, as if never to see
him again, telling him to cause a statement of our situation
to be made to our friends, which he promised to
do.
He went to his ship—manned the windlass—hove[158]
short the cable and mast-headed the top-sail yard. The
natives seeing it, asked yahah hannah hannah moro,
(or, what are they doing there?) I told them they were
heaving short and getting ready to leave the harbor.
The king asked me then if I wished to leave the island
and go with them. I with an outburst of laughter, as
if perfectly astonished at the question, said loudly, I
did not. I was then asked why. I referred him to my
wife and the happy manner in which I lived. At this
he seemed greatly delighted.
Often have I heard it asserted that falsehoods were
never justifiable, and that the truth is best in all cases.
Should those who most loudly proclaim such views, be
thus situated, I fear their theory and practice would
differ very much. Never have I met a man, I think,
who would under those circumstances adhere strictly
to the truth, and thereby lose his opportunity of getting
away.
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