After the lapse of a few moments the stripling re-entered the house
with an aged islander, who might have been taken for old Hippocrates
himself. His head was as bald as the polished surface of a cocoa-nut
shell, which article it precisely resembled in smoothness and colour,
while a long silvery beard swept almost to his girdle of bark.
Encircling his temples was a bandeau of the twisted leaves of the Omoo
tree, pressed closely over the brows to shield his feeble vision from
the glare of the sun. His tottering steps were supported by a long slim
staff, resembling the wand with which a theatrical magician appears on
the stage, and in one hand he carried a freshly-plaited fan of the
green leaflets of the cocoa-nut tree. A flowing robe of tappa, knotted
over the shoulder, hung loosely round his stooping form, and heightened
the venerableness of his aspect.
Mehevi, saluting this old gentleman, motioned him to a seat between us,
and then uncovering my limb, desired him to examine it. The leech gazed
intently from me to Toby, and then proceeded to business. After
diligently observing the ailing member, he commenced manipulating it;
and on the supposition probably that the complaint had deprived the leg
of all sensation, began to pinch and hammer it in such a manner that I
absolutely roared with the pain. Thinking that I was as capable of
making an application of thumps and pinches to the part as any one
else, I endeavoured to resist this species of medical treatment. But it
was not so easy a matter to get out of the clutches of the old wizard;
he fastened on the unfortunate limb as if it were something for which
he had been long seeking, and muttering some kind of incantation
continued his discipline, pounding it after a fashion that set me
well-nigh crazy; while Mehevi, upon the same principle which prompts an
affectionate mother to hold a struggling child in a dentist’s chair,
restrained me in his powerful grasp, and actually encouraged the wretch
in this infliction of torture.
Almost frantic with rage and pain, I yelled like a bedlamite; while
Toby, throwing himself into all the attitudes of a posture-master,
vainly endeavoured to expostulate with the natives by signs and
gestures. To have looked at my companion, as, sympathizing with my
sufferings, he strove to put an end to them, one would have thought
that he was the deaf and dumb alphabet incarnated. Whether my tormentor
yielded to Toby’s entreaties, or paused from sheer exhaustion, I do not
know; but all at once he ceased his operations, and at the same time
the chief relinquishing his hold upon me, I fell back, faint and
breathless with the agony I had endured.
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