The whole population of the valley seemed to be gathered within the
precincts of the grove. In the distance could be seen the long front of
the Ti, its immense piazza swarming with men, arrayed in every variety
of fantastic costume, and all vociferating with animated gestures;
while the whole interval between it and the place where I stood was
enlivened by groups of females fancifully decorated, dancing, capering,
and uttering wild exclamations. As soon as they descried me they set up
a shout of welcome; and a band of them came dancing towards me,
chanting as they approached some wild recitative. The change in my garb
seemed to transport them with delight, and clustering about me on all
sides, they accompanied me towards the Ti. When, however, we drew near
it, these joyous nymphs paused in their career, and parting on either
side, permitted me to pass on to the now densely thronged building.
So soon as I mounted to the pi-pi I saw at a glance that the revels
were fairly under way.
What lavish plenty reigned around!—Warwick feasting his retainers with
beef and ale, was a niggard to the noble Mehevi!—All along the piazza
of the Ti were arranged elaborately-carved canoe-shaped vessels, some
twenty feet in length, filled with newly-made poee-poee, and sheltered
from the sun by the broad leaves of the banana. At intervals were heaps
of green bread-fruit, raised in pyramidical stacks, resembling the
regular piles of heavy shot to be seen in the yard of an arsenal.
Inserted into the interstices of the huge stones which formed the pi-pi
were large boughs of trees; hanging from the branches of which, and
screened from the sun by their foliage, were innumerable little
packages with leafy coverings containing the meat of the numerous hogs
which had been slain, done up in this manner to make it more accessible
to the crowd. Leaning against the railing of the piazza were an immense
number of long, heavy bamboos, plugged at the lower end, and with their
projecting muzzles stuffed with a wad of leaves. These were filled with
water from the stream, and each of them might hold from four to five
gallons.
The banquet being thus spread, nought remained but for every one to
help himself at his pleasure. Accordingly, not a moment passed but the
transplanted boughs I have mentioned were rifled by the throng of the
fruit they certainly had never borne before. Calabashes of poee-poee
were continually being replenished from the extensive receptacle in
which that article was stored, and multitudes of little fires were
kindled about the Ti for the purpose of roasting the bread-fruit.
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