Once more are the castaways in a land-locked cove begirt by high wooded
hills, with their boat moored at its inner end, and their tent set up on
shore. It is a larger embayment than that where the gig came to grief,
though not much wider at the mouth; and there is little resemblance
between the two landing-places, since at the present one the boat is not
the only craft. Ten or more of Fuegian canoes lie alongside her, while
on a broad, grassy flat, above water-mark, stands alike number of
wigwams, their smoke-blackened thatches in strong contrast with the
white, weather-bleached boat-sail, which is again serving as a tent.
The wigwams are of Tekeneeka construction, differing, as already said,
from those of the Ailikoleeps, in being acutely cone-shaped and in
having their floors sunk several feet below the surface of the ground.
Their ribs, moreover, are stout tree-trunks instead of slender saplings,
while the thatches are partly of rushes and partly of broad strips of
bark.
Such are the dwellings of Orundelico's people, though but for a part of
the year, while they engage in a certain fishery of periodical
occurrence. On an island, down the Murray Narrow, they have a larger
"wigwamery" of more permanent residences, and there the very old and
young of the community now are, only the able-bodied being at the
fishing-station.
When they were with the Ailikoleeps, the castaways believed themselves
among the lowest and most degraded beings in the human scale; but about
this they have now changed their minds, a short acquaintance with the
Tekeneekas having revealed to them a type of man still lower, and a
state of existence yet more wretched, if that be possible; indeed,
nothing can come much nearer to the "missing link" than the natives of
central Tierra del Fuego. Though of less malevolent disposition than
those who inhabit the outside coasts, they are also less intelligent and
less courageous, while equally the victims of abject misery.
Alas! Jemmy Button is no longer Jemmy Button, but again the savage
Orundelico, he too having gone back to barbarism. His dress, or rather
the absence of it, his greasy and mud-bedaubed skin, his long unkempt
hair, and the wild animal-like expression of his features--all attest
his relapse into a condition of savagery, total and complete. Not a
vestige of civilised man remains with him to show that he has ever been
a mile from the Murray Narrow.
But stay, I am wronging him--twice wronging him. He has not entirely
forgotten the foreign tongue taught him on board the _Beagle_ and during
a year's residence in England; while something he remembers also--
something better--the kindness there shown him and the gratitude due for
it.
He is paying the debt now as best he can, and on this account Captain
Gancy has consented to make a brief stop at the fishing-station. There
are also two other distinct reasons for his doing so. Before proceeding
farther, he wishes to obtain more information about the Yapoos, and he
needs a fresh supply of provisions--that furnished by Eleparu having
been neither abundant nor palatable.
Orundelico can do better for them, even to providing fresh meat--a thing
they have not tasted for a long time. They are now in a region where
roams the guanaco [Note 1]; and the Tekeneekas are hunters as well as
fishermen. A party has been sent inland to procure one or more of these
animals, and the boat-voyagers are awaiting its return before continuing
their interrupted voyage.
Meanwhile, the hospitality shown them by Jemmy Button is as generous as
his limited means will allow. To make their time pass agreeably, he
entertains them with accounts of many odd manners and customs, and also
of such strange phenomena of nature as are peculiar to his country. The
Tekeneekas, he assures them, are a peaceful people, never going to war
when they can avoid it. Sometimes, however, they are forced into it by
certain neighbouring tribes that make marauds upon them. The
Ailikoleeps are enemies of theirs, but a wide belt of neutral territory
between the two prevents frequent encounters. They more often have
quarrels with the Yapoos living to the eastward, though these are
tribally related to them. But their most dreaded foes are the Oensmen,
whose country lies north of the channel, beyond the range of high
mountains that borders it. The Oensmen he describes as giants, armed
with a terrible weapon--the "bolas." [Note 2.] But, being exclusively
hunters, they have no canoes; and when on a raid to the southern side of
the channel, they levy on the craft of the Yapoos, forcing the owners to
ferry them across.
Orundelico's own people can fight too, and bravely, according to his
account; but only do so in defence of their homes and at the last
extremity. They are not even possessed of warlike weapons--neither the
deadly club nor the flint-bladed dagger--their spears, bows, and slings
being used only as implements for fishing and the chase.
Besides the _harmaur_ (guanaco), they hunt the _hiappo_ (sea-otter) and
the _coypu_, or South American beaver, [Note 3], which is also found in
Tierra del Fuego. The chase of the otter takes place out in the open
water, where the amphibious animal is surrounded by the well-trained
dogs in a wide circle; they then close in upon it, diving whenever it
goes under to prevent its escape through the enfilading ring.
Of the tekeneeka mode of fishing he treats them to an actual exhibition.
No hooks are used, the bait, a lump of seal flesh, being simply
attached to a hair-line. The fish, seizing it, is gently drawn to the
surface, then dexterously caught by the left hand, and secured before it
can clear its teeth from the tough fibrous bait. The rods used in this
primitive style of angling are of the rudest kind--mere sticks, no
longer than coach-whip shafts.
In hunting the _harmaur_, or, as they also call it, _wanakaye_
(evidently a corruption of "guanaco"), one of their modes is to lie in
wait for it on the limb of a tree which projects over the path taken by
these animals, the habit of which is to follow one another in single
file, and along old frequented tracks. Above these, among the branches,
the Tekeneeka hunter constructs a sort of wattle staging or nest.
Seating himself on this, he awaits the coming of the unsuspicious
creature, and, when it is underneath, plunges his spear down between its
ribs, the blade of the spear being a bone taken from some former victim
of its own species.
Orundelico also shows them the Fuegian mode of fire-kindling, the first
sparks being obtained from the _cathow_, or fire-stone, [Note 4], two
pieces of which every Fuegian carries about him, as a habitual smoker
does his flint and steel or box of matches. The inflammable material
used by the natives is of three sorts: the soft down of certain birds, a
moss of fine fibre, and a species of dry fungus found attached to the
under side of half-rotten trees. The _cathows_, rasped against each
other like flints, emit sparks which ignite the tinder, when the flame
is produced in the way that the old sealer has employed since they have
been in the country.
From Orundelico his guests get to know more of those matters about which
his former associate, Eleparu, was so reticent, and as they now learn,
with good reason.
"York bad fella," he answers, on being questioned, "he rob me after
Inglis officer leave us all at Woolya. Took 'way my coat, trousers,
tools--everything. Yes, York very bad man. He no Tekeneeka; him
blubber-eating Ailikoleep."
Strange words from a man who, while giving utterance to them, is
industriously masticating a piece of raw seal flesh.
Is there a people or nation on earth that does not believe itself
superior to some other?
Jemmy further declares that the hostile party encountered in Whale-Boat
Sound must have been Ailikoleeps; though Eleparu had denied it. Still,
as there are several communities of Ailikoleeps, it may have been one
with which Eleparu's people have no connection.
With a grateful remembrance of their late host's behaviour, the
castaways are loth to believe all that is alleged against him by their
present generous entertainer; though they feel some of it must be true,
or why should Eleparu have been so reticent as to the relations between
them? [Note 5.]
Like York, Jemmy has become a Benedict, and his wife is with him at the
fishing-station. They have also an "olive-branch," which has been left
at the other wigwamery--a daughter, who, if she grow up with but the
least resemblance to her mother, will be anything but a beauty, Jemmy's
"helpmeet" being as ugly as can well be imagined. Withal, she is of a
kindly gentle disposition, quite as generous as Ocushlu, and does her
best to entertain her husband's guests.
Notwithstanding all the hospitality extended to them, the castaways find
the delay irksome, and are impatient to be gone. Glad they are when at
length a shout heard from the hills announces the approach of the
hunters; and still more gratified at seeing them issue from the wood,
bearing on their backs the four quarters of a guanaco as large as a
year-old bullock.
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Note 1. The guanaco, by some supposed to be the llama in its wild
state, is found on the eastern side of Tierra del Fuego. Its range
extends to the farthest southern point by the Straits of Lemaire; and,
strange to say, it is there of a much larger size than on the plains of
Patagonia, with a rougher coat and a longer tail.
Note 2. Jemmy Button's "Oensmen" are the _Yacana-cunnees_, kindred of
the Patagonians, who at some distant time have crossed the Magellan
Strait, and now rove over the large tract to which Narborough gave the
name of "King Charles's South Land." They are a hunting tribe, the
guanaco being the chief object of their pursuit and source of
subsistence.
Note 3. _Myopotamus coypus_. It is found in many South American
rivers, and, less frequently, in Fuegian waters. In habits and
otherwise the coypu is much like the beaver, but is a smaller animal,
and has a rounder tail.
Note 4. Iron pyrites. It is found on several of the mountainous
islands of western Tierra del Fuego, and is much-prized by the natives
for the purpose indicated. Being scarce in most places, it is an
article of inter-tribal commerce, and is eagerly purchased by the
Patagonians, in whose territory it is not found.
Note 5. The robbery was actually committed. After being left at
Woolya, York and Fuegia found their way to the country that they had
been taken from farther west; but not until they had stripped their
former associate of most of the chattels that had been given him by
Captain Fitzroy.