Pork is not a staple article of food among the people of the Marquesas,
consequently they pay little attention to the breeding of the swine.
The hogs are permitted to roam at large in the groves, where they
obtain no small portion of their nourishment from the cocoa-nuts which
continually fall from the trees. But it is only after infinite labour
and difficulty, that the hungry animal can pierce the husk and shell so
as to get at the meat. I have frequently been amused at seeing one of
them, after crunching the obstinate nut with his teeth for a long time
unsuccessfully, get into a violent passion with it. He would then root
furiously under the cocoa-nut, and, with a fling of his snout, toss it
before him on the ground. Following it up, he would crunch at it again
savagely for a moment, and the next knock it on one side, pausing
immediately after, as if wondering how it could so suddenly have
disappeared. In this way the persecuted cocoa-nuts were often chased
half across the valley.
The second day of the Feast of Calabashes was ushered in by still more
uproarious noises than the first. The skins of innumerable sheep seemed
to be resounding to the blows of an army of drummers. Startled from my
slumbers by the din, I leaped up, and found the whole household engaged
in making preparations for immediate departure. Curious to discover of
what strange events these novel sounds might be the precursors, and not
a little desirous to catch a sight of the instruments which produced
the terrific noise, I accompanied the natives as soon as they were in
readiness to depart for the Taboo Groves.
The comparatively open space that extended from the Ti toward the rock,
to which I have before alluded as forming the ascent to the place, was,
with the building itself, now altogether deserted by the men; the whole
distance being filled by bands of females, shouting and dancing under
the influence of some strange excitement.
I was amused at the appearance of four or five old women, who in a
state of utter nudity, with their arms extended flatly down their side,
and holding themselves perfectly erect, were leaping stiffly into the
air, like so many sticks bobbing to the surface, after being pressed
perpendicularly into the water. They preserved the utmost gravity of
countenance, and continued their extraordinary movements without a
single moment’s cessation. They did not appear to attract the
observation of the crowd around them, but I must candidly confess that,
for my own part, I stared at them most pertinaciously.
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