On gaining it, Kory-Kory, wading up to his hips in the water, carried
me half-way across, and deposited me on a smooth black stone, which
rose a few inches above the surface. The amphibious rabble at our heels
plunged in after us; and, climbing to the summit of the grass-grown
rocks, with which the bed of the brook was here and there broken,
waited curiously to witness our morning ablutions. I felt somewhat
embarrassed by the presence of the female portion of the company, but,
nevertheless, removed my frock, and washed myself down to my waist in
the stream. As soon as Kory-Kory comprehended from my motions that this
was to be the extent of my performance, he appeared perfectly aghast
with astonishment, and rushing toward me, poured out a torrent of words
in eager deprecation of so limited an operation, enjoining me by
unmistakable signs to immerse my whole body. To this I was forced to
consent; and the honest fellow regarding me as a froward, inexperienced
child, whom it was his duty to serve at the risk of offending, lifted
me from, the rock, and tenderly bathed my limbs. This over, and
resuming my seat, I could not avoid bursting into admiration of the
scene around me.
From the verdant surfaces of the large stones that lay scattered about,
the natives were now sliding off into the water, diving and ducking
beneath the surface in all directions; the young girls springing
buoyantly into the air, with their long tresses dancing about their
shoulders, their eyes sparkling like drops of dew in the sun, and their
gay laughter pealing forth at every frolicsome incident.
On the afternoon of the day that I took my first bath in the valley, we
received another visit from Mehevi. The noble savage seemed to be in
the same pleasant mood, and was quite as cordial in his manner as
before. After remaining about an hour, he rose from the mats, and
motioning to leave the house, invited Toby and myself to accompany him.
I pointed to my leg; but Mehevi in his turn pointed to Kory-Kory, and
removed that objection; so, mounting upon the faithful fellow’s
shoulders again—like the old man of the sea astride of Sinbad—I
followed after the chief.
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