Whether any boats visited the bay that morning or not, I never could
ascertain. The savages assured me that there had not—but I was inclined
to believe that by deceiving me in this particular they sought to allay
the violence of my grief. However that might be, this incident showed
plainly that the Typees intended to hold me a prisoner. As they still
treated me with the same sedulous attention as before, I was utterly at
a loss how to account for their singular conduct. Had I been in a
situation to instruct them in any of the rudiments of the mechanic
arts, or had I manifested a disposition to render myself in any way
useful among them, their conduct might have been attributed to some
adequate motive, but as it was, the matter seemed to me inexplicable.
During my whole stay on the island there occurred but two or three
instances where the natives applied to me with the view of availing
themselves of my superior information; and these now appear so
ludicrous that I cannot forbear relating them.
The few things we had brought from Nukuheva had been done up into a
small bundle which we had carried with us in our descent to the valley.
This bundle, the first night of our arrival, I had used as a pillow,
but on the succeeding morning, opening it for the inspection of the
natives, they gazed upon the miscellaneous contents as though I had
just revealed to them a casket of diamonds, and they insisted that so
precious a treasure should be properly secured. A line was accordingly
attached to it, and the other end being passed over the ridge-pole of
the house, it was hoisted up to the apex of the roof, where it hung
suspended directly over the mats where I usually reclined. When I
desired anything from it I merely raised my finger to a bamboo beside
me, and taking hold of the string which was there fastened, lowered the
package. This was exceedingly handy, and I took care to let the natives
understand how much I applauded the invention. Of this package the
chief contents were a razor with its case, a supply of needles and
thread, a pound or two of tobacco, and a few yards of a bright-coloured
calico.
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