A straight, dry, and partly-decayed stick of the Habiscus, about six
feet in length, and half as many inches in diameter, with a smaller bit
of wood, not more than a foot long, and scarcely an inch wide, is as
invariably to be met with in every house in Typee, as a box of lucifer
matches in the corner of a kitchen-cupboard at home.
The islander, placing the larger stick obliquely against some object,
with one end elevated at an angle of forty-five degrees, mounts astride
of it, like an urchin about to gallop off upon a cane, and then,
grasping the smaller one firmly in both hands, he rubs its pointed end
slowly up and down the extent of a few inches on the principal stick,
until at last he makes a narrow groove in the wood, with an abrupt
termination at the point farthest from him, where all the dusty
particles which the friction creates are accumulated in a little heap.
At first Kory-Kory goes to work quite leisurely, but gradually quickens
his pace, and, waxing warm in the employment, drives the stick
furiously along the smoking channel, plying his hands to and fro with
amazing rapidity, the perspiration starting from every pore. As he
approaches the climax of his effort, he pants and gasps for breath, and
his eyes almost start from their sockets with the violence of his
exertions. This is the critical stage of the operation; all his
previous labours are vain if he cannot sustain the rapidity of the
movement until the reluctant spark is produced. Suddenly he stops,
becomes perfectly motionless. His hands still retain their hold of the
smaller stick, which is pressed convulsively against the farther end of
the channel, among the fine powder there accumulated, as if he had just
pierced through and through some little viper that was wriggling and
struggling to escape from his clutches. The next moment a delicate
wreath of smoke curls spirally into the air, the heap of dusty
particles glows with fire, and Kory-Kory, almost breathless, dismounts
from his steed.
This operation appeared to me to be the most laborious species of work
performed in Typee; and had I possessed a sufficient intimacy with the
language to have conveyed my ideas upon the subject, I should certainly
have suggested to the most influential of the natives the expediency of
establishing in a college of vestals, to be centrally located in the
valley, for the purpose of keeping alive the indispensable article of
fire, so as to supersede the necessity of such a vast outlay of
strength and good temper as were usually squandered on these occasions.
There might, however, be special difficulties in carrying this plan
into execution.
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