These structures bear every indication of a very high antiquity, and
Kory-Kory, who was my authority in all matters of scientific research,
gave me to understand that they were coeval with the creation of the
world; that the great gods themselves were the builders; and that they
would endure until time shall be no more. Kory-Kory’s prompt
explanation, and his attributing the work to a divine origin, at once
convinced me that neither he nor the rest of his countrymen knew
anything about them.
As I gazed upon this monument, doubtless the work of an extinct and
forgotten race, thus buried in the green nook of an island at the end
of the earth, the existence of which was yesterday unknown, a stronger
feeling of awe came over me than if I had stood musing at the mighty
base of the Pyramid of Cheops. There are no inscriptions, no sculpture,
no clue, by which to conjecture its history: nothing but the dumb
stones. How many generations of those majestic trees which overshadow
them have grown and flourished and decayed since first they were
erected!
These remains naturally suggest many interesting reflections. They
establish the great age of the island, an opinion which the builders of
theories concerning the creation of the various groups in the South
Seas are not always inclined to admit. For my own part I think it just
as probable that human beings were living in the valleys of the
Marquesas three thousand years ago as that they were inhabiting the
land of Egypt. The origin of the island of Nukuheva cannot be imputed
to the coral insect: for indefatigable as that wonderful creature is,
it would be hardly muscular enough to pile rocks one upon the other
more than three thousand feet above the level of the sea. That the land
may have been thrown up by a submarine volcano is as possible as
anything else. No one can make an affidavit to the contrary, and
therefore I will say nothing against the supposition: indeed, were
geologists to assert that the whole continent of America had in like
manner been formed by the simultaneous explosion of a train of Etnas,
laid under the water all the way from the North Pole to the parallel of
Cape Horn, I am the last man in the world to contradict them.
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