For a minute or two after our departure, the savages, who had formed
into different groups, remained perfectly motionless and silent. All at
once the enraged chief showed by his gestures that he had resolved what
course he would take. Shouting loudly to his companions, and pointing
with his tomahawk towards the headland, he set off at full speed in
that direction, and was followed by about thirty of the natives, among
whom were several of the priests, all yelling out, “Roo-ne! Roo-ne!” at
the very top of their voices. Their intention was evidently to swim off
from the headland and intercept us in our course. The wind was
freshening every minute, and was right in our teeth, and it was one of
those chopping, angry seas, in which it is so difficult to row. Still
the chances seemed in our favour, but when we came within a hundred
yards of the point, the active savages were already dashing into the
water, and we all feared that within five minutes’ time we should have
a score of the infuriated wretches around us. If so our doom was
sealed, for these savages, unlike the feeble swimmers of civilized
countries, are, if anything, more formidable antagonists in the water
than when on the land. It was all a trial of strength; our natives
pulled till their oars bent again, and the crowd of swimmers shot
through the water, despite its roughness, with fearful rapidity.
By the time we had reached the headland, the savages were spread right
across our course. Our rowers got out their knives and held them ready
between their teeth, and I seized the boat-hook. We were all aware that
if they succeeded in intercepting us, they would practise upon us the
manœuvre which proved so fatal to many a boat’s crew in these seas.
They would grapple the oars, and, seizing hold of the gunwale, capsize
the boat, and then we should be entirely at their mercy.
After a few breathless moments I discerned Mow-Mow. The athletic
islander, with his tomahawk between his teeth, was dashing the water
before him till it foamed again. He was the nearest to us, and in
another instant he would have seized one of the oars. Even at the
moment I felt horror at the act I was about to commit; but it was no
time for pity or compunction, and with true aim, and exerting all my
strength, I dashed the boat-hook at him. It struck him just below the
throat, and forced him downwards. I had no time to repeat the blow, but
I saw him rise to the surface in the wake of the boat, and never shall
I forget the ferocious expression of his countenance.
Only one other of the savages reached the boat. He seized the gunwale,
but the knives of our rowers so mauled his wrists that he was forced to
quit his hold, and the next minute we were past them all, and in
safety. The strong excitement which had thus far kept me up, now left
me, and I fell back fainting into the arms of Karakoee.
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