As for the animal that made the fortune of my lord mayor Whittington, I
shall never forget the day that I was lying in the house about noon,
everybody else being fast asleep; and happening to raise my eyes, met
those of a big black spectral cat, which sat erect in the doorway,
looking at me with its frightful goggling green orbs, like one of those
monstrous imps that tormented some of the olden saints! I am one of
those unfortunate persons, to whom the sight of these animals is at any
time an insufferable annoyance.
Thus constitutionally averse to cats in general, the unexpected
apparition of this one in particular utterly confounded me. When I had
a little recovered from the fascination of its glance, I started up;
the cat fled, and emboldened by this, I rushed out of the house in
pursuit; but it had disappeared. It was the only time I ever saw one in
the valley, and how it got there I cannot imagine. It is just possible
that it might have escaped from one of the ships at Nukuheva. It was in
vain to seek information on the subject from the natives, since none of
them had seen the animal, the appearance of which remains a mystery to
me to this day.
Among the few animals which are to be met with in Typee, there was none
which I looked upon with more interest than a beautiful golden-hued
species of lizard. It measured perhaps five inches from head to tail,
and was most gracefully proportioned. Numbers of those creatures were
to be seen basking in the sunshine upon the thatching of the houses,
and multitudes at all hours of the day showed their glittering sides as
they ran frolicking between the spears of grass, or raced in troops up
and down the tall shafts of the cocoa-nut trees. But the remarkable
beauty of these little animals and their lively ways were not their
only claims upon my admiration. They were perfectly tame and insensible
to fear. Frequently, after seating myself upon the ground in some shady
place during the heat of the day, I would be completely overrun with
them. If I brushed one off my arm, it would leap perhaps into my hair:
when I tried to frighten it away by gently pinching its leg, it would
turn for protection to the very hand that attacked it.
The birds are also remarkably tame. If you happened to see one perched
upon a branch within reach of your arm, and advanced towards it, it did
not fly away immediately, but waited quietly looking at you, until you
could almost touch it, and then took wing slowly, less alarmed at your
presence, it would seem, than desirous of removing itself from your
path. Had salt been less scarce in the valley than it was, this was the
very place to have gone birding with it.
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