When we reached the open space which lay between the groves and the
sea, the first object that met my view was an English whale-boat, lying
with her bow pointed from the shore, and only a few fathoms distant
from it. It was manned by five islanders, dressed in short tunics of
calico. My first impression was that they were in the very act of
pulling out from the bay; and that, after all my exertions, I had come
too late. My soul sunk within me: but a second glance convinced me that
the boat was only hanging off to keep out of the surf; and the next
moment I heard my own name shouted out by a voice from the midst of the
crowd.
Looking in the direction of the sound, I perceived, to my indescribable
joy, the tall figure of Karakoee, an Oahu Kannaka, who had often been
aboard the _Dolly_ while she lay in Nukuheva. He wore the green
shooting-jacket, with gilt buttons, which had been given to him by an
officer of the _Reine Blanche_—the French flag-ship—and in which I had
always seen him dressed. I now remembered the Kannaka had frequently
told me that his person was tabooed in all the valleys of the island,
and the sight of him at such a moment as this filled my heart with a
tumult of delight.
Karakoee stood near the edge of the water with a large roll of
cotton-cloth thrown over one arm, and holding two or three canvas bags
of powder, while with the other hand he grasped a musket, which he
appeared to be proffering to several of the chiefs around him. But they
turned with disgust from his offers, and seemed to be impatient at his
presence, with vehement gestures waving him off to his boat, and
commanding him to depart.
The Kannaka, however, still maintained his ground, and I at once
perceived that he was seeking to purchase my freedom. Animated by the
idea, I called upon him loudly to come to me; but he replied, in broken
English, that the islanders had threatened to pierce him with their
spears, if he stirred a foot towards me. At this time I was still
advancing, surrounded by a dense throng of the natives, several of whom
had their hands upon me, and more than one javelin was threateningly
pointed at me. Still I perceived clearly that many of those least
friendly towards me looked irresolute and anxious.
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