I had worn, when I quitted the ship, a pair of thick pumps, which, from
the rough usage they had received in scaling precipices and sliding
down gorges, were so dilapidated as to be altogether unfit for use—so,
at least, would have thought the generality of people, and so they most
certainly were, when considered in the light of shoes. But things
unserviceable in one way, may with advantage be applied in another—that
is, if one has genius enough for the purpose. This genius Marheyo
possessed in a superlative degree, as he abundantly evinced by the use
to which he put these sorely bruised and battered old shoes.
Every article, however trivial, which belonged to me, the natives
appeared to regard as sacred; and I observed that for several days
after becoming an inmate of the house, my pumps were suffered to
remain, untouched, where I had first happened to throw them. I
remembered, however, that after awhile I had missed them from their
accustomed place; but the matter gave me no concern, supposing that
Tinor—like any other tidy housewife, having come across them in some of
her domestic occupations—had pitched the useless things out of the
house. But I was soon undeceived.
One day I observed old Marheyo bustling about me with unusual activity,
and to such a degree as almost to supersede Kory-Kory in the functions
of his office. One moment he volunteered to trot off with me on his
back to the stream; and when I refused, noways daunted by the repulse,
he continued to frisk about me like a superannuated house-dog. I could
not for the life of me conjecture what possessed the old gentleman,
until all at once, availing himself of the temporary absence of the
household, he went through a variety of uncouth gestures, pointing
eagerly down to my feet, and then up to a little bundle which swung
from the ridge-pole overhead. At last I caught a faint idea of his
meaning, and motioned him to lower the package. He executed the order
in the twinkling of an eye, and unrolling a piece of tappa, displayed
to my astonished gaze the identical pumps which I thought had been
destroyed long before.
I immediately comprehended his desire, and very generously gave him the
shoes, which had become quite mouldy, wondering for what earthly
purpose he could want them.
The same afternoon I descried the venerable warrior approaching the
house, with a slow, stately gait, earrings in ears, and spear in hand,
with this highly ornamental pair of shoes suspended from his neck by a
strip of bark, and swinging backwards and forwards on his capacious
chest. In the gala costume of the tasteful Marheyo, these calf-skin
pendants ever after formed the most striking feature.
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