I remember that once, on an uninhabited island of the Gallipagos, a
bird alighted on my outstretched arm, while its mate chirped from an
adjoining tree. Its tameness, far from shocking me, as a similar
occurrence did Selkirk, imparted to me the most exquisite thrill of
delight I ever experienced; and with somewhat of the same pleasure did
I afterwards behold the birds and lizards of the valley show their
confidence in the kindliness of man.
Among the numerous afflictions which the Europeans have entailed upon
some of the natives of the South Seas, is the accidental introduction
among them of that enemy of all repose and ruffler of even tempers—the
mosquito. At the Sandwich Islands, and at two or three of the Society
group, there are now thriving colonies of these insects, who promise
ere long to supplant altogether the aboriginal sand-flies. They sting,
buzz, and torment, from one end of the year to the other, and by
incessantly exasperating the natives, materially obstruct the
benevolent labours of the missionaries.
From this grievous visitation, however, the Typees are as yet wholly
exempt; but its place is unfortunately in some degree supplied by the
occasional presence of a minute species of fly, which, without
stinging, is nevertheless productive of no little annoyance. The
tameness of the birds and lizards is as nothing when compared to the
fearless confidence of this insect. He will perch upon one of your
eye-lashes, and go to roost there, if you do not disturb him, or force
his way through your hair, or along the cavity of the nostril, till you
almost fancy he is resolved to explore the very brain itself. On one
occasion I was so inconsiderate as to yawn while a number of them were
hovering around me. I never repeated the act. Some half-dozen darted
into the open compartment, and began walking about its ceiling; the
sensation was dreadful. I involuntarily closed my mouth, and the poor
creatures, being enveloped in inner darkness, must in their
consternation have stumbled over my palate, and been precipitated into
the gulf beneath. At any rate, though I afterwards charitably held my
mouth open for at least five minutes, with a view of affording egress
to the stragglers, none of them ever availed themselves of the
opportunity.
There are no wild animals of any kind on the island, unless it be
decided that the natives themselves are such. The mountains and the
interior present to the eye nothing but silent solitudes, unbroken by
the roar of beasts of prey, and enlivened by few tokens even of minute
animated existence. There are no venomous reptiles, and no snakes of
any description to be found in any of the valleys.
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