CHAPTER LXXIV.

RETIRING FOR THE NIGHT—THE DOCTOR GROWS DEVOUT

They put us to bed very pleasantly.

Lying across the foot of Po-Po’s nuptial couch was a smaller one made

of Koar-wood; a thin, strong cord, twisted from the fibres of the husk

of the cocoa-nut, and woven into an exceedingly light sort of network,

forming its elastic body. Spread upon this was a single, fine mat, with

a roll of dried ferns for a pillow, and a strip of white tappa for a

sheet. This couch was mine. The doctor was provided for in another

corner.

Loo reposed alone on a little settee with a taper burning by her side;

the dandy, her brother, swinging overhead in a sailor’s hammock The two

gazelles frisked upon a mat near by; and the indigent relations

borrowed a scant corner of the old butler’s pallet, who snored away by

the open door. After all had retired, Po-Po placed the illuminated

melon in the middle of the apartment; and so, we all slumbered till

morning.

Upon awaking, the sun was streaming brightly through the open bamboos,

but no one was stirring. After surveying the fine attitudes into which

forgetfulness had thrown at least one of the sleepers, my attention was

called off to the general aspect of the dwelling, which was quite

significant of the superior circumstances of our host.

The house itself was built in the simple, but tasteful native style. It

was a long, regular oval, some fifty feet in length, with low sides of

cane-work, and a roof thatched with palmetto-leaves. The ridgepole was,

perhaps, twenty feet from the ground. There was no foundation whatever;

the bare earth being merely covered with ferns; a kind of carpeting

which serves very well, if frequently renewed; otherwise, it becomes

dusty, and the haunt of vermin, as in the huts of the poorer natives.

Besides the couches, the furniture consisted of three or four sailor

chests; in which were stored the fine wearing-apparel of the

household—the ruffled linen shirts of Po-Po, the calico dresses of his

wife and children, and divers odds and ends of European

articles—strings of beads, ribbons, Dutch looking-glasses, knives,

coarse prints, bunches of keys, bits of crockery, and metal buttons.

One of these chests—used as a bandbox by Arfretee—contained several of

the native hats (coal-scuttles), all of the same pattern, but trimmed

with variously-coloured ribbons. Of nothing was our good hostess more

proud than of these hats, and her dresses. On Sundays, she went abroad

a dozen times; and every time, like Queen Elizabeth, in a different

robe.

Po-Po, for some reason or other, always gave us our meals before the

rest of the family were served; and the doctor, who was very discerning

in such matters, declared that we fared much better than they. Certain

it was that, had Ereemear’s guests travelled with purses, portmanteau,

and letters of introduction to the queen, they could not have been

better cared for.

The day after our arrival, Monee, the old butler, brought us in for

dinner a small pig, baked in the ground. All savoury, it lay in a

wooden trencher, surrounded by roasted hemispheres of the breadfruit. A

large calabash, filled with taro pudding, or poee, followed; and the

young dandy, overcoming his customary languor, threw down our

cocoa-nuts from an adjoining tree.

When all was ready, and the household looking on, Long Ghost, devoutly

clasping his hands over the fated pig, implored a blessing. Hereupon,

everybody present looked exceedingly pleased; Po-Po coming up and

addressing the doctor with much warmth; and Arfretee, regarding him

with almost maternal affection, exclaimed delightedly, “Ah! mickonaree

tata matai!” in other words, “What a pious young man!”

It was just after this meal that she brought me a roll of grass sinnate

(of the kind which sailors sew into the frame of their tarpaulins), and

then, handing me needle and thread, bade me begin at once, and make

myself the hat which I so much needed. An accomplished hand at the

business, I finished it that day—merely stitching the braid together;

and Arfretee, by way of rewarding my industry, with her own olive hands

ornamented the crown with a band of flame-coloured ribbon; the two long

ends of which streaming behind, sailor-fashion, still preserved for me

the Eastern title bestowed by Long Ghost.

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