Intercourse with the savages—Cannibalism prevented—The slain are buried and the
survivors depart, leaving us again alone on our Coral Island.
 AFTER the battle was over, the savages crowded round us and gazed at us in surprise, while they
continued to pour upon us a flood of questions, which, being wholly unintelligible, of course we
could not answer. However, by way of putting an end to it, Jack took the chief (who had recovered
from the effects of his wound) by the hand and shook it warmly. No sooner did the blacks see that
this was meant to express good-will than they shook hands with us all round. After this ceremony was
gone through, Jack went up to the girl, who had never once moved from the rock where she had been
left, but had continued an eager spectator of all that had passed. He made signs to her to follow
him, and then, taking the chief by the hand, was about to conduct him to the bower, when his eye
fell on the poor infant which had been thrown into the sea and was still lying on the shore.
Dropping the chief's hand, he hastened towards it, and, to his great joy, found it to be still
alive. We also found that the mother was beginning to recover slowly.
"Here, get out o' the way," said Jack, pushing us aside, as we stooped over the poor woman and
endeavoured to restore her; "I'll soon bring her round." So
 saying, he placed the infant on her bosom and laid its warm cheek on hers. The effect was wonderful.
The woman opened her eyes, felt the child, looked at it, and with a cry of joy clasped it in her
arms, at the same time endeavouring to rise, for the purpose, apparently, of rushing into the woods.
"There, that's all right," said Jack, once more taking the chief by the hand. "Now, Ralph and
Peterkin, make the women and these fellows follow me to the bower. We'll entertain them as
hospitably as we can."
In a few minutes the savages were all seated on the ground in front of the bower making a hearty
meal off a cold roast pig, several ducks, and a variety of cold fish, together with an unlimited
supply of cocoa-nuts, breadfruits, yams, taro, and plums; with all of which they seemed to be quite
familiar and perfectly satisfied.
Meanwhile, we three, being thoroughly knocked up with our day's work, took a good draught of
cocoa-nut lemonade, and, throwing ourselves on our beds, fell fast asleep. The savages, it seems,
followed our example, and in half-an-hour the whole camp was buried in repose.
How long we slept I cannot tell, but this I know, that when we lay down the sun was setting, and
when we awoke it was high in the heavens. I awoke Jack, who started up in surprise, being unable at
first to comprehend our situation. "Now then," said he, springing up, "let's see after breakfast.
Hallo, Peterkin, lazy fellow! how long do you mean to lie there?"
Peterkin yawned heavily. "Well," said he, opening his eyes and looking up after some trouble, "if it
isn't to-morrow morning, and me thinking it was to-day all this time! Hallo, Venus, where did you
 You seem tolerably at home, anyhow! Bah! might as well speak to the cat as to you—better, in
fact, for it understands me, and you don't."
This remark was called forth by the sight of one of the elderly females, who had seated herself on
the rock in front of the bower, and having placed her child at her feet, was busily engaged in
devouring the remains of a roast pig.
By this time the natives outside were all astir, and breakfast in an advanced state of preparation.
During the course of it we made sundry attempts to converse with the natives by signs, but without
effect. At last we hit upon a plan of discovering their names. Jack pointed to his breast and said
"Jack" very distinctly; then he pointed to Peterkin and to me, repeating our names at the same time.
Then he pointed to himself again and said "Jack," and laying his finger on the breast of the chief,
looked inquiringly into his face. The chief instantly understood him, and said "Tararo" twice
distinctly. Jack repeated it after him, and the chief, nodding his head approvingly, said "Chuck,"
on hearing which Peterkin exploded with laughter; but Jack turned, and with a frown rebuked him,
saying; "I must look even more indignantly at you than I feel, Peterkin, you rascal, for these
fellows don't like to be laughed at." Then turning towards the youngest of the women, who was seated
at the door of the bower, he pointed to her; whereupon the chief said "Avatea," and pointing towards
the sun, raised his finger slowly towards the zenith, where it remained steadily for a minute or
"What can that mean, I wonder?" said Jack, looking puzzled.
"Perhaps," said Peterkin, "the chief means she is an
 angel come down to stay here for a while. If so, she's an uncommonly black one!"
We did not feel quite satisfied with this explanation, so Jack went up to her and said "Avatea." The
woman smiled sadly, and nodded her head, at the same time pointing to her breast and then to the
sun, in the same manner as the chief had done. We were much puzzled to know what this could signify,
but as there was no way of solving our difficulty we were obliged to rest content.
Jack now made signs to the natives to follow him, and taking up his axe, he led them to a place
where the battle had been fought. Here we found the prisoners, who had passed the night on the
beach, having been totally forgotten by us, as our minds had been full of our guests, and were
ultimately overcome by sleep. They did not seem the worse for their exposure, however, as we judged
by the hearty appetite with which they devoured the breakfast that was soon after given to them.
Jack then began to dig a hole in the sand, and after working a few seconds, he pointed to it and to
the dead bodies that lay exposed on the beach. The natives immediately perceived what he wanted, and
running for their paddles, dug a hole in the course of half-an-hour that was quite large enough to
contain all the bodies of the slain. When it was finished they tossed their dead enemies into it
with so much indifference that we felt assured they would not have put themselves to this trouble
had we not asked them to do so. The body of the yellow-haired chief was the last thrown in. This
wretched man would have recovered from the blow with which Jack felled him, and, indeed, he did
endeavour to rise during the mêlée that followed his fall; but one of his enemies,
 happening to notice the action, dealt him a blow with his club that killed him on the spot.
While they were about to throw the sand over this chief, one of the savages stooped over him, and
with a knife, made apparently of stone, cut a large slice of flesh from his thigh. We knew at once
that he intended to make use of this for food, and could not repress a cry of horror and disgust.
"Come, come, you blackguard!" cried Jack, starting up and seizing the man by the arm, "pitch that
into the hole. Do you hear?"
The savage, of course, did not understand the command, but he perfectly understood the look of
disgust with which Jack regarded the flesh, and his fierce gaze as he pointed towards the hole.
Nevertheless, he did not obey. Jack instantly turned to Tararo and made signs to him to enforce
obedience. The chief seemed to understand the appeal, for he stepped forward, raised his club, and
was on the point of dashing out the brains of his offending subject, when Jack sprang forward and
caught his uplifted arm.
"Stop," he shouted, "you blockhead! I don't want you to kill the man." He then pointed again to the
flesh and to the hole. The chief uttered a few words, which had the desired effect; for the man
threw the flesh into the hole, which was immediately filled up. This man was of a morose, sulky
disposition, and during all the time he remained on the island, regarded us, especially Jack, with a
scowling visage. His name, we found, was Mahine.
The next three or four days were spent by the savages in mending their canoe, which had been damaged
by the violent shock it had sustained on striking the shore. This canoe was a very curious
structure. It was about
 thirty feet long, and had a high, towering stern. The timbers of which it was partly composed, were
fastened much in the same way as those of our little boat were put together; but the part that
seemed most curious to us was a sort of outrigger, or long plank, which was attached to the body of
the canoe by means of two stout cross-beams. These beams kept the plank parallel with the canoe, but
not in contact with it, for it floated in the water with an open space between; thus forming a sort
of double canoe. This we found was intended to prevent the upsetting of the canoe, which was so
narrow that it could not have maintained an upright position without the outrigger. We could not
help wondering both at the ingenuity and the clumsiness of this contrivance.
When the canoe was ready, we assisted the natives to carry the prisoners into it, and helped them to
load it with provisions and fruit. Peterkin also went to the plum tree for the purpose of making a
special onslaught upon the hogs, and killed no less than six of them. These we baked and presented
to our friends on the day of their departure. On that day Tararo made a great many energetic signs
to us, which, after much consideration, we came to understand were proposals that we should go away
with him to his island; but having no desire to do so, we shook our heads very decidedly. However,
we consoled him by presenting him with our rusty axe, which we thought we could spare, having the
excellent one which had been so providentially washed ashore to us the day we were wrecked. We also
gave him a piece of wood with our names carved on it, and a piece of string to hang it round his
neck as an ornament.
In a few minutes more we were all assembled on
 the beach. Being unable to speak to the savages, we went through the ceremony of shaking hands, and
expected they would depart; but before doing so, Tararo went up to Jack and rubbed noses with him,
after which he did the same with Peterkin and me! Seeing that this was their mode of salutation, we
determined to conform to their custom, so we rubbed noses heartily with the whole party, women and
all! The only disagreeable part of the process was when we came to rub noses with Mahine, and
Peterkin afterwards said that when he saw his wolfish eyes glaring so close to his face, he felt
much more inclined to bang than to rub his nose. Avatea was the last to take leave of
us, and we experienced a feeling of real sorrow when she approached to bid us farewell. Besides her
modest air and gentle manners, she was the only one of the party who exhibited the smallest sign of
regret at parting from us. Going up to Jack, she put out her flat little nose to be rubbed, and
thereafter paid the same compliment to Peterkin and me.
An hour later the canoe was out of sight, and we, with an indefinable feeling of sadness creeping
round our hearts, were seated in silence beneath the shadow of our bower, meditating on the
wonderful events of the last few days.
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