As we advanced farther along the building, we were struck with the
aspect of four or five hideous old wretches, on whose decrepid forms
time and tattooing seemed to have obliterated every trace of humanity.
Owing to the continued operation of this latter process, which only
terminates among the warriors of the island after all the figures
stretched upon their limbs in youth have been blended together—an
effect, however, produced only in cases of extreme longevity—the bodies
of these men were of a uniform dull green colour—the hue which the
tattooing gradually assumes as the individual advances in age. Their
skin had a frightful scaly appearance, which, united with its singular
colour, made their limbs not a little resemble dusty specimens of
verde-antique. Their flesh, in parts, hung upon them in huge folds,
like the overlapping plaits on the flank of a rhinoceros. Their heads
were completely bald, whilst their faces were puckered into a thousand
wrinkles, and they presented no vestige of a beard. But the most
remarkable peculiarity about them was the appearance of their feet; the
toes, like the radiating lines of the mariner’s compass, pointed to
every quarter of the horizon. This was doubtless attributable to the
fact, that during nearly a hundred years of existence the said toes
never had been subjected to any artificial confinement, and in their
old age, being averse to close neighbourhood, bid one another keep open
order.
These repulsive-looking creatures appeared to have lost the use of
their lower limbs altogether; sitting upon the floor cross-legged, in a
state of torpor. They never heeded us in the least, scarcely looking
conscious of our presence, while Mehevi seated us upon the mats, and
Kory-Kory gave utterance to some unintelligible gibberish.
In a few moments, a boy entered with a wooden trencher of poee-poee;
and in regaling myself with its contents, I was obliged again to submit
to the officious intervention of my indefatigable servitor. Various
other dishes followed, the chief manifesting the most hospitable
importunity in pressing us to partake, and to remove all bashfulness on
our part, set us no despicable example in his own person.
The repast concluded, a pipe was lighted, which passed from mouth to
mouth, and yielding to its soporific influence, the quiet of the place,
and the deepening shadows of approaching night, my companion and I sank
into a kind of drowsy repose, while the chief and Kory-Kory seemed to
be slumbering beside us.
I awoke from an uneasy nap, about midnight, as I supposed; and, raising
myself partly from the mat, became sensible that we were enveloped in
utter darkness. Toby lay still asleep, but our late companions had
disappeared. The only sound that interrupted the silence of the place
was the asthmatic breathing of the old men I have mentioned, who
reposed at a little distance from us. Besides them, as well as I could
judge, there was no one else in the house.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account