For two or three days the late event was the theme of general comment;
after which the excitement gradually wore away, and the valley resumed
its accustomed tranquillity.
CHAPTER XVII
Swimming in company with the girls of the valley—A canoe—Effects of the
taboo—A pleasure excursion on the pond—Beautiful freak of
Fayaway—Mantua-making—A stranger arrives in the valley—His mysterious
conduct—Native oratory—The interview—Its results—Departure of the
stranger.
Returning health and peace of mind gave a new interest to everything
around me. I sought to diversify my time by as many enjoyments as lay
within my reach. Bathing in company with troops of girls, formed one of
my chief amusements. We sometimes enjoyed the recreation in the waters
of a miniature lake, into which the central stream of the valley
expanded. This lovely sheet of water was almost circular in figure, and
about three hundred yards across. Its beauty was indescribable. All
around its banks waved luxuriant masses of tropical foliage, soaring
high above which were seen, here and there, the symmetrical shaft of
the cocoa-nut tree, surmounted by its tuft of graceful branches,
drooping in the air like so many waving ostrich plumes.
The ease and grace with which the maidens of the valley propelled
themselves through the water, and their familiarity with the element,
were truly astonishing. Sometimes they might be seen gliding along just
under the surface, without apparently moving hand or foot; then
throwing themselves on their sides, they darted through the water,
revealing glimpses of their forms, as, in the course of their rapid
progress, they shot for an instant partly into the air; at one moment
they dived deep down into the water, and the next they rose bounding to
the surface.
I remember upon one occasion plunging in among a parcel of these
river-nymphs, and counting vainly on my superior strength, sought to
drag some of them under the water; but I quickly repented my temerity.
The amphibious young creatures swarmed about me like a shoal of
dolphins, and seizing hold of my devoted limbs, tumbled me about and
ducked me under the surface, until from the strange noises which rang
in my ears, and the supernatural visions dancing before my eyes, I
thought I was in the land of spirits. I stood indeed as little chance
among them as a cumbrous whale attacked on all sides by a legion of
sword-fish. When at length they relinquished their hold of me, they
swam away in every direction, laughing at my clumsy endeavours to reach
them.
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