vailima letters-第31章
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Sale。 … 'What?' I said; 'all these villages and no landing
place?' … 'Such is the nature of Samoans;' said he。 Well;
I'll find a landing…place; I thought; and presently I said;
'Now we are going to land there。' … 'We can but try;' said
the bland Sale; with resignation。 Never saw a better
landing…place in my life。 Here the boat joined us。 My
mother and Sale continued in the canoe alone; and Belle and I
and Tauilo set off on foot for Malie。 Tauilo was about the
size of both of us put together and a piece over; she used us
like a mouse with children。 I had started barefoot; Belle
had soon to pull off her gala shoes and stockings; the mud
was as deep as to our knees; and so slippery that (moving; as
we did; in Indian file; between dense scratching tufts of
sensitive) Belle and I had to take hands to support each
other; and Tauilo was steadying Belle from the rear。 You can
conceive we were got up to kill; Belle in an embroidered
white dress and white hat; I in a suit of Bedford cords hot
from the Sydney tailors; and conceive us; below; ink…black to
the knees with adhesive clay; and above; streaming with heat。
I suppose it was better than three miles; but at last we made
the end of Malie。 I asked if we could find no water to wash
our feet; and our nursemaid guided us to a pool。 We sat down
on the pool side; and our nursemaid washed our feet and legs
for us … ladies first; I suppose out of a sudden respect to
the insane European fancies: such a luxury as you can scarce
imagine。 I felt a new man after it。 But before we got to
the King's house we were sadly muddied once more。 It was 1
P。M。 when we arrived; the canoe having beaten us by about
five minutes; so we made fair time over our bog…holes。
But the war dances were over; and we came in time to see only
the tail end (some two hours) of the food presentation。 In
Mataafa's house three chairs were set for us covered with
fine mats。 Of course; a native house without the blinds down
is like a verandah。 All the green in front was surrounded
with sheds; some of flapping canvas; some of green palm
boughs; where (in three sides of a huge oblong) the natives
sat by villages in a fine glow of many…hued array。 There
were folks in tapa; and folks in patchwork; there was every
colour of the rainbow in a spot or a cluster; there were men
with their heads gilded with powdered sandal…wood; others
with heads all purple; stuck full of the petals of a flower。
In the midst there was a growing field of outspread food;
gradually covering acres; the gifts were brought in; now by
chanting deputations; now by carriers in a file; they were
brandished aloft and declaimed over; with polite sacramental
exaggerations; by the official receiver。 He; a stalwart;
well…oiled quadragenarian; shone with sweat from his
exertions; brandishing cooked pigs。 At intervals; from one
of the squatted villages; an orator would arise。 The field
was almost beyond the reach of any human speaking voice; the
proceedings besides continued in the midst; yet it was
possible to catch snatches of this elaborate and cut…and…dry
oratory … it was possible for me; for instance; to catch the
description of my gift and myself as the ALII TUSITALA; O LE
ALII O MALO TETELE … the chief White Information; the chief
of the great Governments。 Gay designation? In the house; in
our three curule chairs; we sat and looked on。 On our left a
little group of the family。 In front of us; at our feet; an
ancient Talking…man; crowned with green leaves; his profile
almost exactly Dante's; Popo his name。 He had worshipped
idols in his youth; he had been full grown before the first
missionary came hither from Tahiti; this makes him over
eighty。 Near by him sat his son and colleague。 In the group
on our left; his little grandchild sat with her legs crossed
and her hands turned; the model already (at some three years
old) of Samoan etiquette。 Still further off to our right;
Mataafa sat on the ground through all the business; and still
I saw his lips moving; and the beads of his rosary slip
stealthily through his hand。 We had kava; and the King's
drinking was hailed by the Popos (father and son) with a
singular ululation; perfectly new to my ears; it means; to
the expert; 'Long live Tuiatua'; to the inexpert; is a mere
voice of barbarous wolves。 We had dinner; retired a bit
behind the central pillar of the house; and; when the King
was done eating; the ululation was repeated。 I had my eyes
on Mataafa's face; and I saw pride and gratified ambition
spring to life there and be instantly sucked in again。 It
was the first time; since the difference with Laupepa; that
Popo and his son had openly joined him; and given him the due
cry as Tuiatua … one of the eight royal names of the islands;
as I hope you will know before this reaches you。
Not long after we had dined; the food…bringing was over。 The
gifts (carefully noted and tallied as they came in) were now
announced by a humorous orator; who convulsed the audience;
introducing singing notes; now on the name of the article;
now on the number; six thousand odd heads of taro; three
hundred and nineteen cooked pigs; and one thing that
particularly caught me (by good luck); a single turtle 'for
the King' … LE TASI MO LE TUPU。 Then came one of the
strangest sights I have yet witnessed。 The two most
important persons there (bar Mataafa) were Popo and his son。
They rose; holding their long shod rods of talking men;
passed forth from the house; broke into a strange dance; the
father capering with outstretched arms and rod; the son
crouching and gambolling beside him in a manner
indescribable; and presently began to extend the circle of
this dance among the acres of cooked food。 WHATEVER THEY
LEAPED OVER; WHATEVER THEY CALLED FOR; BECAME THEIRS。 To see
mediaeval Dante thus demean himself struck a kind of a chill
of incongruity into our Philistine souls; but even in a great
part of the Samoan concourse; these antique and (I
understand) quite local manners awoke laughter。 One of my
biscuit tins and a live calf were among the spoils he
claimed; but the large majority of the cooked food (having
once proved his dignity) he re…presented to the King。
Then came the turn of LE ALII TUSITALA。 He would not dance;
but he was given … five live hens; four gourds of oil; four
fine tapas; a hundred heads of taro; two cooked pigs; a
cooked shark; two or three cocoanut branches strung with
kava; and the turtle; who soon after breathed his last; I
believe; from sunstroke。 It was a royal present for 'the
chief of the great powers。' I should say the gifts were; on
the proper signal; dragged out of the field of food by a
troop of young men; all with their lava…lavas kilted almost
into a loin…cloth。 The art is to swoop on the food…field;
pick up with unerring swiftness the right things and
quantities; swoop forth again on the open; and separate;
leaving the gifts in a new pile: so you may see a covey of
birds in a corn…field。 This reminds me of a very inhumane
but beautiful passage I had forgotten in its place。 The
gift…giving was still in full swing; when there came a troop
of some ninety men all in tafa lava…lavas of a purplish
colour; they paused; and of a sudden there went up from them
high into the air a flight of live chickens; which; as they
came down again; were sent again into the air; for perhaps a
minute; from the midst of a singular turmoil of flying arms
and shouting voices; I assure you; it was very beautiful to
see; but how many chickens were killed?
No sooner was my food set out than I was to be going。 I had
a little serious talk with Mataafa on the floor; and we went
down to the boat; where we got our food aboard; such a cargo
… like the Swiss Family Robinson; we said。 Ho