Having now been a considerable time in the valley, I began to feel
surprised that the violent hostility subsisting between its inhabitants
and those of the adjoining bay of Happar, should never have manifested
itself in any warlike encounter. Although the valiant Typees would
often, by gesticulations, declare their undying hatred against their
enemies, and the disgust they felt at their cannibal propensities;
although they dilated upon the manifold injuries they had received at
their hands, yet, with a forbearance truly commendable, they appeared
patiently to sit down under their grievances, and to refrain from
making any reprisals. The Happars, entrenched behind their mountains,
and never even showing themselves on their summits, did not appear to
me to furnish adequate cause for that excess of animosity evinced
towards them by the heroic tenants of our vale, and I was inclined to
believe that the deeds of blood attributed to them had been greatly
exaggerated.
On the other hand, as the clamours of war had not up to this period
disturbed the serenity of the tribe, I began to distrust the truth of
those reports which ascribed so fierce and belligerent a character to
the Typee nation. Surely, thought I, all these terrible stories I have
heard about the inveteracy with which they carried on the feud, their
deadly intensity of hatred, and the diabolical malice with which they
glutted their revenge upon the inanimate forms of the slain, are
nothing more than fables, and I must confess that I experienced
something like a sense of regret at having my hideous anticipations
thus disappointed. I felt in some sort like a ’prentice boy who, going
to the play in the expectation of being delighted with a cut-and-thrust
tragedy, is almost moved to tears of disappointment at the exhibition
of a genteel comedy.
I could not avoid thinking that I had fallen in with a greatly traduced
people, and I moralized not a little upon the disadvantage of having a
bad name, which in this instance had given a tribe of savages, who were
as pacific as so many lambkins, the reputation of a confederacy of
giant-killers.
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