He had a word for everybody; and, turning rapidly from one to another,
gave utterance to some hasty witticism, which was sure to be followed
by peals of laughter. To the females, as well as to the men, he
addressed his discourse. Heaven only knows what he said to them, but he
caused smiles and blushes to mantle their ingenuous faces. I am,
indeed, very much inclined to believe that Marnoo, with his handsome
person and captivating manners, was a sad deceiver among the simple
maidens of the island.
During all this time, he had never for one moment deigned to regard me.
He appeared, indeed, to be altogether unconscious of my presence. I was
utterly at a loss how to account for this extraordinary conduct, I
easily perceived that he was a man of no little consequence among the
islanders; that he possessed uncommon talents; and was gifted with a
higher degree of knowledge than the inmates of the valley. For these
reasons, I therefore greatly feared lest, having, from some cause or
other, unfriendly feelings towards me, he might exert his powerful
influence to do me mischief.
It seemed evident that he was not a permanent resident of the vale, and
yet, whence could he have come? On all sides the Typees were girt in by
hostile tribes, and how could he possibly, if belonging to any of
these, be received with so much cordiality?
The personal appearance of the enigmatical stranger suggested
additional perplexities. The face, free from tattooing, and the
unshaven crown, were peculiarities I had never before remarked in any
part of the island, and I had always heard that the contrary were
considered the indispensable distinctions of a Marquesan warrior.
Altogether the matter was perfectly incomprehensible to me, and I
awaited its solution with no small degree of anxiety.
At length, from certain indications, I suspected that he was making me
the subject of his remarks, although he appeared cautiously to avoid
either pronouncing my name, or looking in the direction where I lay.
All at once he rose from the mats where he had been reclining, and,
still conversing, moved towards me, his eye purposely evading mine, and
seated himself within less than a yard of me. I had hardly recovered
from my surprise, when he suddenly turned round, and with a most
benignant countenance, extended his right hand gracefully towards me.
Of course I accepted the courteous challenge, and, as soon as our palms
met, he bent towards me, and murmured in musical accents,—“How you do?
How long have you been in this bay? You like this bay?”
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