As soon as we succeeded in making the natives understand our intention,
they broke out into the most vehement opposition to the measure, and,
for a while, I almost despaired of obtaining their consent. At the bare
thought of one of us leaving them, they manifested the most lively
concern. The grief and consternation of Kory-Kory, in particular, was
unbounded; he threw himself into a perfect paroxysm of gestures, which
were intended to convey to us, not only his abhorrence of Nukuheva and
its uncivilized inhabitants, but also his astonishment that, after
becoming acquainted with the enlightened Typees, we should evince the
least desire to withdraw, even for a time, from their agreeable
society.
However, I overbore his objections by appealing to my lameness; from
which I assured the natives I should speedily recover, if Toby were
permitted to obtain the supplies I needed.
It was agreed that on the following morning my companion should depart,
accompanied by some one or two of the household, who should point out
to him an easy route, by which the bay might be reached before sunset.
At early dawn of the next day, our habitation was astir. One of the
young men mounted into an adjoining cocoa-nut tree, and threw down a
number of the young fruit, which old Marheyo quickly stripped of the
green husks, and strung together upon a short pole. These were intended
to refresh Toby on his route.
The preparations being completed, with no little emotion I bade my
companion adieu. He promised to return in three days at farthest; and,
bidding me keep up my spirits in the interval, turned around the corner
of the pi-pi, and, under the guidance of the venerable Marheyo, was
soon out of sight. His departure oppressed me with melancholy, and,
re-entering the dwelling, I threw myself almost in despair upon the
matting of the floor.
In two hours’ time the old warrior returned, and gave me to understand,
that after accompanying my companion a little distance, and showing him
the route, he had left him journeying on his way.
It was about noon of this same day, a season which these people are
wont to pass in sleep, that I lay in the house, surrounded by its
slumbering inmates, and painfully affected by the strange silence which
prevailed. All at once I thought I heard a faint shout, as if
proceeding from some persons in the depth of the grove which extended
in front of our habitation.
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