CHAPTER IX.

The natives compel the Mentor's people to be tattooed.--Description

of that painful operation.--They also oblige them to pluck their

beards, &c.--Another vessel passes by the island; and, afterwards,

a third comes in sight and remains for three days; the Mentor's

people are closely guarded at these times.--The melancholy fate of

William Sedon; and the barbarous murder of Peter Andrews.--Attack

on H. Holden, who is protected by one of the natives, and

escapes.--B. Nute and others are protected by the female natives

from the fury of the men.--Death of one of the Pelew

chiefs.--Another of the Pelew people is detected in stealing, and

is punished in their manner.--Death of Milton Hewlet and Charles C.

Bouket; leaving now only B. Nute, H. Holden, and the other Pelew

chief, named _Kobak_, who all remained in a feeble and helpless

condition.--Filthy practices of the natives.--Friendship of the

surviving Pelew chief.

A new trial now awaited us. The barbarous beings among whom our lot had

been cast, deemed it important that we should be _tattooed_, and we were

compelled to submit to the distressing operation. We expostulated

against it--we entreated--we begged to be spared this additional

affliction; but our entreaties were of no use. Those savages were not

to be moved, and we were compelled to submit; and that the reader may

form some idea of the painful process, I will here give a brief account

of it.

We were in the first place securely bound down to the ground, and there

held fast by our tormentors. They then proceeded to draw with a sharp

stick the figures designed to be imprinted on the skin. This done, the

skin was thickly punctured with a little instrument made of sharpened

fish bones, and somewhat resembling a carpenter's adz in miniature, but

having teeth, instead of a smooth, sharp edge. This instrument was held

within an inch or two of the flesh, and struck into it rapidly with a

piece of wood, applied to it in such a manner as to cause it to rebound

at every stroke. In this way our breasts and arms were prepared; and

subsequently the ink, which was made of a vegetable found on the island

called by them the "_savvan_," was applied. The operation caused such an

inflammation of our bodies, that only a portion could be done at one

time; and as soon as the inflammation abated another portion was done,

as fast as we could bear it, till our bodies were covered. It was

effectually done; for to this day the figures remain as distinct as they

were when first imprinted, and the marks will be carried by us to the

grave. They were exceedingly anxious to perform the operation upon our

faces; but this we would not submit to, telling them that sooner than

have it done we would die in resisting them. Among themselves, the

oldest people had the greatest quantity of tattooing, and the younger

class less.

Besides the operation of _tattooing_, they compelled us to pluck the

hair from different parts of the body, and to pluck our beards about

every ten days, which was extremely painful; and at every successive

operation the beard grew out harder and stiffer.

About seventeen days after the captain and Rollins left, we saw a vessel

to the windward; but the natives did not attempt to visit it. Five

months afterwards another came in sight, and remained for three days

near the island. At one time we could distinctly see the men on board;

but we were kept on shore and closely guarded. Several canoes visited

the ship, and brought back a few pieces of iron, fish-hooks, glass

bottles, &c. We tried, but in vain, to escape. It seemed to us, that we

were doomed to remain on that dreary spot, to wear out our remaining

strength in hopeless bondage, and to submit to the control of brutal

masters, whose tender mercies were cruelties. Death, in any form, would

have been a relief, and often did we see moments when it would have been

welcomed as the best of friends! To some of our companions it did come,

though dreadful in the manner, yet as a not unwelcome alternative.

About a year after we first arrived at the island, William Sedon became

so reduced as to deprive us of all hopes of his recovery. He looked like

a skeleton; and, at last, was so entirely exhausted by hunger, as to be

unable to walk, or even to rise from the ground. He continued, however,

to crawl from place to place, until all his remaining strength was

nearly gone, when the inhuman monsters placed him in an old canoe, and

sent him adrift on the ocean! Gladly would his unhappy shipmates have

extended to him the last sad offices of friendship; that poor

consolation was denied both him and us! My heart bleeds at the

recollection of our separation and his melancholy fate--when we saw him

anxiously turn his languid eyes towards those who were doomed still to

linger on the borders of the grave! Our sighs were breathed almost in

silence, and our tears were shed in vain!

It may be observed here, that it is not their custom to deposit the

bodies of any of their dead in the earth, except very young children.

The bodies of grown people, after death, are laid in a canoe and

committed to the ocean.

It was soon our lot to part with another of our companions, Peter

Andrews. He was accused by the natives of some trifling offence, and put

to death. The savages knocked him down with their clubs, and then

despatched him in the most cruel and most shocking manner. I was at this

time at a distance from the place where he was killed. My master was

absent; and upon my hearing a noise in the direction of the place where

the foul business was transacted, and suspecting that all was not right,

I started to see what was going on. I was near the beach when I saw a

number of the savages coming towards the spot where I stood, dragging

along the lifeless and mangled body of our comrade! One of them

approached me behind, and knocked me down with his club. The body of

Andrews was thrown into the sea, and it seemed to be their determination

to destroy the whole of us. I warded off the blows aimed at me as well

as I could, and recovering myself, ran towards the hut of my master. He

had not yet returned; but, fortunately, an old man, who had previously

shown some regard for me, and who was the particular friend of my

master, happened at that moment to be passing; and seizing the man who

had pursued me, held him fast. I escaped and ran into the hut, and

crawled up through an aperture in the floor into the chamber under the

roof. I seized an old box and covered up the hole through which I had

ascended; but this was not sufficient to detain, for any great length of

time, the wretches who were thirsting for my blood. They soon succeeded

in displacing the box, and one of them seized me; but just as he was

pulling me from my place of refuge, my master returned with several of

his friends, and rescued me from the clutches of my enemies.

In the mean time Nute and the rest of our companions were at the

"_Tahboo_," a place of public resort, where, for the only time, the

females rendered our people any assistance. They concealed the men under

some mats, and kept them there till the fury of the natives had in a

measure subsided.

We were next called upon to part with one of the Pelew _chiefs_ who had

come with us. He died of absolute starvation, and, according to custom,

was committed to the waves in an old canoe. In a short time after this,

the Pelew private (who had also come with us) was detected in the crime

of taking a few cocoa-nuts without leave; for which offence he had his

hands tied behind him, and was put into a canoe and sent adrift; which

was their usual method of punishment for offences of different kinds.

About a year and seven months from the commencement of our captivity

Milton Hewlet died, and, like the others, was, according to the custom

of the natives, committed to the ocean. A short time afterwards Charles

C. Bouket, having become so reduced by his sufferings as to be unable to

help himself, was (horrible to relate!) placed in a canoe, while still

alive, and committed to the mercy of the ocean. Thus did one after

another of our companions sink under the weight of their sufferings, and

perish without any alleviation of their wretchedness. Nute and myself,

with our friend _Kobac_, the other Pelew chief, were all that remained;

and we were constantly expecting that the next hour would end our

existence.

The idea of death, however, had now become familiar; and often did we

desire the release from suffering which that alone could afford.

Nothing, as it now appears to us, but the kind interposition of

Providence, could have continued our lives, and have given us the power

of endurance to hold out so long as we did. We were frequently so

reduced as to be unable to walk, and were forced to drag ourselves on

our hands and knees to some place where we could lie down under the

shade of a bush, and take rest. But the small comfort to be obtained in

this way was greatly lessened by the annoyance of musquetoes, which

could attack us with impunity in our helpless and feeble condition.

Besides this, our flesh had so fallen away, that on lying down, our

bones would actually pierce through the skin, giving us the most severe

pain. After we were tattooed, the parts operated upon were, for a long

time, running sores; and when exposed to the sun, the pain was

excruciating.

It has been already said, that the natives were indolent, filthy and

degraded, but the half has not been told; and some things which we

witnessed cannot be related. The intercourse of the sexes was

unrestrained by any law; and the decencies of life were almost entirely

neglected. Instead of taking pains to keep clean, they seemed to be not

unwilling to have their heads overrun with vermin; and however

incredible it may seem, it is a disgusting truth, that they are

accustomed to eat them; and particular care seems to be taken to keep

those loathsome animals in the heads of the children. But I forbear any

further particulars.

I have already said, that only two of the crew of the Mentor, namely,

Nute and myself, remained alive, with the exception of captain Barnard

and Rollins, who had fortunately escaped. The Pelew chief had become

strongly attached to us, and we take pleasure in stating the fact, that

his faithfulness and affection had greatly endeared him to us. He seemed

more like a brother than a barbarian; and most gladly would we have

saved him from those sufferings which, no doubt, before this time, have

terminated his life. Alas! it was not in our power to administer to his

relief; and when we last saw him he was but just alive.

A Narrative of the Shipwreck, Captivity and Sufferings of Horace Holden and Benj. H. Nute Who were cast away in the American ship Mentor, on the Pelew Islands, in the year 1832; and for two years afterwards were subjected to unheard of sufferings among the barbarous inhabitants of Lord North's island · 第 9 / 10 章