We had approached within a mile and a half perhaps of the foot of the
bay, when some of the islanders, who by this time had managed to
scramble aboard of us at the risk of swamping their canoes, directed
our attention to a singular commotion in the water ahead of the vessel.
At first I imagined it to be produced by a shoal of fish sporting on
the surface, but our savage friends assured us that it was caused by a
shoal of “whinhenies” (young girls), who in this manner were coming off
from the shore to welcome us. As they drew nearer, and I watched the
rising and sinking of their forms, and beheld the uplifted right arm
bearing above the water the girdle of tappa, and their long dark hair
trailing beside them as they swam, I almost fancied they could be
nothing else than so many mermaids:—and very like mermaids they behaved
too.
We were still some distance from the beach, and under slow headway,
when we sailed right into the midst of these swimming nymphs, and they
boarded us at every quarter; many seizing hold of the chainplates and
springing into the chains; others, at the peril of being run over by
the vessel in her course, catching at the bob-stays, and wreathing
their slender forms about the ropes, hung suspended in the air. All of
them at length succeeded in getting up the ship’s side, where they
clung dripping with the brine and glowing from the bath, their
jet-black tresses streaming over their shoulders, and half enveloping
their otherwise naked forms. There they hung, sparkling with savage
vivacity, laughing gaily at one another, and chattering away with
infinite glee. Nor were they idle the while, for each one performed the
simple offices of the toilet for the other. Their luxuriant locks,
wound up and twisted into the smallest possible compass, were freed
from the briny element; the whole person carefully dried, and from a
little round shell that passed from hand to hand, anointed with a
fragrant oil: their adornments were completed by passing a few loose
folds of white tappa, in a modest cincture, around the waist. Thus
arrayed they no longer hesitated, but flung themselves lightly over the
bulwarks, and were quickly frolicking about the decks. Many of them
went forward, perching upon the head-rails or running out upon the
bow-sprit, while others seated themselves upon the taffrail, or
reclined at full length upon the boats.
Their appearance perfectly amazed me; their extreme youth, the light
clear brown of their complexions, their delicate features, and
inexpressibly graceful figures, their softly moulded limbs, and free
unstudied action, seemed as strange as beautiful.
The _Dolly_ was fairly captured; and never I will say was vessel
carried before by such a dashing and irresistible party of boarders.
The ship taken, we could not do otherwise than yield ourselves
prisoners, and for the whole period that she remained in the bay, the
_Dolly_, as well as her crew, were completely in the hands of the
mermaids.
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