My companion—to whose solicitations I had yielded in descending into
the valley—now that the step was taken, began to manifest a degree of
caution I had little expected from him. He proposed that in the event
of our finding an adequate supply of fruit, we should remain in this
unfrequented portion of the valley—where we should run little chance of
being surprised by its occupants, whoever they might be—until
sufficiently recruited to resume our journey; when laying in a store of
food equal to our wants, we might easily regain the bay of Nukuheva,
after the lapse of a sufficient interval to ensure the departure of our
vessel.
I objected strongly to this proposition, plausible as it was, as the
difficulties of the route would almost be insurmountable, unacquainted
as we were with the general bearings of the country, and I reminded my
companion of the hardships which we had already encountered in our
uncertain wanderings; in a word, I said that since we had deemed it
advisable to enter the valley, we ought manfully to face the
consequences, whatever they might be; the more especially as I was
convinced there was no alternative left us but to fall in with the
natives at once, and boldly risk the reception they might give us: and
that as to myself, I felt the necessity of rest and shelter, and that
until I had obtained them, I should be wholly unable to encounter such
sufferings as we had lately passed through. To the justice of these
observations Toby somewhat reluctantly assented.
We were surprised that, after moving as far as we had along the valley,
we would still meet with the same impervious thickets; and thinking
that although the borders of the stream might be lined for some
distance with them, yet beyond there might be more open ground, I
requested Toby to keep a bright look-out upon one side, while I did the
same on the other, in order to discover some opening in the bushes, and
especially to watch for the slightest appearance of a path or anything
else that might indicate the vicinity of the islanders.
What furtive and anxious glances we cast into those dim-looking shades!
With what apprehensions we proceeded, ignorant at what moment we might
be greeted by the javelin of some ambushed savage! At last my companion
paused, and directed my attention to a narrow opening in the foliage.
We struck into it, and it soon brought us by an indistinctly traced
path to a comparatively clear space, at the farther end of which we
descried a number of the trees, the native name of which is “annuee,”
and which bear a most delicious fruit.
What a race! I hobbling over the ground like some decrepid wretch, and
Toby leaping forward like a greyhound. He quickly cleared one of the
trees on which there were two or three of the fruit, but to our chagrin
they proved to be much decayed; the rinds partly opened by the birds,
and their hearts half devoured. However, we quickly despatched them,
and no ambrosia could have been more delicious.
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