As agreeing with much previously mentioned in this narrative, I may
here observe, that Mendanna, their discoverer, in his account of the
Marquesas, described the natives as wondrously beautiful to behold, and
as nearly resembling the people of Southern Europe. The first of these
islands seen by Mendanna was La Madelena, which is not far distant from
Nukuheva; and its inhabitants in every respect resemble those dwelling
on that and the other islands of the group. Figueroa, the chronicler of
Mendanna’s voyage, says, that on the morning the land was descried,
when the Spaniards drew near the shore, there sallied forth, in rude
procession, about seventy canoes, and at the same time many of the
inhabitants (females, I presume) made towards the ships by swimming. He
adds, that “in complexion they were nearly white, of good stature, and
finely formed; and on their faces and bodies were delineated
representations of fishes and other devices.” The old Don then goes on
to say, “There came, among others, two lads paddling their canoe, whose
eyes were fixed on the ship; they had beautiful faces, and the most
promising animation of countenance, and were in all things so becoming,
that the pilot-mayor, Quiros, affirmed, nothing in his life ever caused
him so much regret as the leaving such fine creatures to be lost in
that country.”
Some of the natives present at the Feast of Calabashes had displayed a
few articles of European dress, disposed, however, about their persons
after their own peculiar fashion. Among these I perceived the two
pieces of cotton cloth which poor Toby and myself had bestowed upon our
youthful guides the afternoon we entered the valley. They were
evidently reserved for gala days; and during those of the festival they
rendered the young islanders who wore them very distinguished
characters. The small number who were similarly adorned, and the great
value they appeared to place upon the most common and most trivial
articles, furnished ample evidence of the very restricted intercourse
they held with vessels touching at the island. A few cotton
handkerchiefs of a gay pattern, tied about the neck, and suffered to
fall over the shoulders, strips of fanciful calico, swathed about the
loins, were nearly all I saw.
Indeed, throughout the valley, there were few things of any kind to be
seen of European origin. All I ever saw, besides the articles just
alluded to, were the six muskets preserved in the Ti, and three or four
similar implements of warfare hung up in other houses, some small
canvas bags, partly filled with bullets and powder, and half a dozen
old hatchet-heads, with the edges blunted and battered to such a degree
as to render them utterly worthless. These last seemed to be regarded
as nearly worthless by the natives; and several times they held up one
of them before me, and throwing it aside with a gesture of disgust,
manifested their contempt for anything that could so soon become
unserviceable.
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