I was reposing upon the mats, within the sacred building, in company
with Mehevi and several other chiefs, when the announcement was first
made. It sent a thrill of joy through my whole frame;—perhaps Toby was
about to return. I rose at once to my feet, and my instinctive impulse
was to hurry down to the beach, equally regardless of the distance that
separated me from it, and of my disabled condition. As soon as Mehevi
noticed the effect the intelligence had produced upon me, and the
impatience I betrayed to reach the sea, his countenance assumed that
inflexible rigidity of expression which had so awed me on the afternoon
of our arrival at the house of Marheyo, As I was proceeding to leave
the Ti, he laid his hand upon my shoulder, and said gravely, “abo, abo”
(wait, wait). Solely intent upon the one thought that occupied my mind,
and heedless of his request, I was brushing past him, when suddenly he
reassumed a tone of authority, and told me to “moee” (sit down). Though
struck by the alteration in his demeanour, the excitement under which I
laboured was too strong to permit me to obey the unexpected command,
and I was still limping towards the edge of the pi-pi with Kory-Kory
clinging to one arm in his efforts to restrain me when the natives
around me started to their feet, ranged themselves along the open front
of the building, while Mehevi looked at me scowlingly, and reiterated
his commands still more sternly.
It was at this moment, when fifty savage countenances were glaring upon
me, that I first truly experienced I was indeed a captive in the
valley. The conviction rushed upon me with staggering force, and I was
overwhelmed by this confirmation of my worst fears. I saw at once that
it was useless for me to resist, and sick at heart, I reseated myself
upon the mats, and for the moment abandoned myself to despair.
I now perceived the natives one after the other hurrying past the Ti
and pursuing the route that conducted to the sea. These savages,
thought I, will soon be holding communication with some of my own
countrymen perhaps, who with ease could restore me to liberty did they
know of the situation I was in. No language can describe the
wretchedness which I felt; and in the bitterness of my soul I
imprecated a thousand curses on the perfidious Toby, who had thus
abandoned me to destruction. It was in vain that Kory-Kory tempted me
with food, or lighted my pipe, or sought to attract my attention by
performing the uncouth antics that had sometimes diverted me. I was
fairly knocked down by this last misfortune, which, much as I had
feared it, I had never before had the courage calmly to contemplate.
Regardless of everything but my own sorrow, I remained in the Ti for
several hours, until shouts proceeding at intervals from the groves
beyond the house proclaimed the return of the natives from the beach.
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