IN CAPTIVITY.
As soon as we were left alone we called Bos’n, who alone of all the men
that had lived on the island was to be seen, the rest, with their wives
and families, having left as soon as they heard of Bristol Bob’s death;
and with his help we carried the dead man carefully and reverently down
to the boat, and putting off into deep water, launched him overboard,
there to remain till that day when the sea shall render up her secrets.
Tom said a short prayer, and then we paddled back again to the shore. As
soon as we landed we set about preparing the new boat for our voyage,
filling her casks with water, as well as the beakers from the _Escape_,
and stowing away all we could think of as provisions. Fortunately on the
islet there were several bread-fruit trees and a plantation of yams, and
Bos’n, who said he would throw in his lot with us, collected a quantity
of these, and piled them up alongside the boat.
As soon as the casks were filled, Tom said he would go to the magazine
to get the boxes we had seen there, and that in the meantime Bill and I
had better overhaul the storeroom, and see what was worth taking away
with us.
In the store we found all manner of trade goods—calico, beads,
hatchets, pipes, brass wire, nails, and other oddments—which might
either be useful to or attract the fancy of the savages, and also a
couple of harpoons and two coils of whale line.
We at once took the harpoons and lines down with us, as well as some
fishing-lines and hooks which were in the dead man’s chest, and the
compass, and then returned for the box with the money and pearls. When
we had stowed these away, Tom came down with one of the boxes from the
magazine, and said he wanted Bos’n to help him with the other, and told
us to go back and look about the hut for blankets, knives, cooking-gear,
and anything else that might be useful.
We set about this with a good will, and trotted backwards and forwards,
carrying down all we fancied would be useful. After a time, when I was
in the hut overhauling the sea-chest, I heard a scream from Bill, and
rushing out, found that he had been seized by a party of natives, some
of whom, when they saw me, rushed up, and before I had any chance to
resist, threw me on the ground, and lashed my feet together and my arms
by my side, so that it was impossible to move, and carried me and Bill,
who had been served in a like manner, to a canoe, in which they had come
over from the mainland.
We were laid on a platform, and some half-dozen fellows, painted in most
hideous patterns, squatted round, and the canoe was rapidly paddled to
the nearest village on the big island of Aneitou. The canoe soon reached
the shore, and we were carried up by our captors into the middle of a
cleared space surrounded by some half-dozen native huts, which were
simply long roofs of thatch, open at both ends, and here we were tied
upright to posts planted in the ground.
As soon as we had been placed in this position, a man came from one of
the huts and called out some orders, and presently from each hut came
two men, bearing a huge wooden drum, the ends of which were
fantastically carved. These drums were placed in a circle, round the
posts to which we were tied, and then the same man who had given the
order for them to be brought again shouted out commands; then six men,
painted white and red, but stark naked, came out, each carrying two
mallets, with long, elastic handles, with which they commenced to
belabour the drums in a regular rhythmic cadence.
Presently we heard the sound of distant drums answering those around us,
and soon shouts in the neighbouring woods added to the noise. How long
this may have gone on I cannot say, for I was in such pain from the
lashings which confined me cutting into my flesh like red-hot irons, was
so tormented by the rays of the sun beating on my unprotected head, and
in such an agony of parching thirst that moments seemed like hours; but
suddenly the drummers gave a grand flourish and ceased. After a moment
of intense stillness three beats were given on each drum, and instantly
from the huts and the woods around armed warriors rushed forth,
brandishing spears and tomahawks.
At first they came crowding round me and my companion in misfortune,
poor Bill, who cried out, “I say, Sam, d’ye think they’ll eat us alive
or kill us first?”—a question to which I could not give any answer, for
a big fellow was brandishing a tomahawk close to my eyes, and I was in
momentary expectation of having my brains dashed out.
After some minutes the man who had given the orders to the drummers
called out a few words, and instantly the noise and confusion ceased,
and all the people drew themselves up in small groups around the open
space, and in front of each group stood a warrior, who seemed to be a
sort of officer.
Again the man who gave orders, and who, we found, was Calla’s father,
Wanga, spoke, and the men in the groups squatted on the ground, while
the officers came and collected round the posts where we were lashed.
Wanga now called out for Calla, who came out of one of the huts without
arms and guarded by six men. Wanga now made a long harangue to the
people; and then, turning to Calla, he told him to speak.
We, of course, could not understand a word, but afterwards we learned
that Wanga had said that we had done wrong in not giving up the body of
Bristol Bob to Calla, and that he was to blame for not having insisted
on it.
Calla defended himself by saying that we had saved his life from the
people of Paraka, and that it was _tabu_ to touch a white man who had
died.
This was objected to, and Calla was told that he should, at all events,
have brought us over to the village; and he was then sent back into the
hut.
The posts to which we were lashed were now taken out of the ground, and
with us laid down, while three fellows, who wore necklaces of finger and
toe bones, and had whistles made out of thigh-bones, came and danced
round us, all the rest of the people remaining perfectly quiet.
While this was going on we heard a dull, smothered roar as of an
explosion, and the dancers, who we afterwards found were priests or
sorcerers, as well as all the people who were looking on, rushed down to
the beach.
I was lying close to Bill, and said, “I wonder what that is; it sounds
like the magazine on Bristol Bob’s island blown up.”
“So it is,” said Bill. “I hope Tom ain’t damaged, and that these beggars
won’t make him prisoner. As long as he’s free there’s hope for us.”
“Yes,” I answered, “we can trust Tom not to desert us; but I’m afraid he
must be a prisoner, and we shall soon see him here alongside of us.”
We had no time to speak any more, for a party of men came back from the
beach, and, under the direction of the three priests, took us up on
their shoulders, and carried us away at a trot along a narrow path
through the woods.
Occasionally our carriers halted to rest or gave way to others, and
sometimes we stopped in the middle of villages like the one we had been
first taken to, and were exposed to the curiosity of the women and
children (for all the men that were able had gone down to the muster of
the warriors of the island), and I am bound to say we received no mercy
at their hands. They pinched us, and scratched us, and tore off our
clothes to see if we were white all over, not caring how they hurt us in
doing so, and pulled out our hair; in fact, they showed themselves
experts in all the petty arts of torture, and if it had not been that
the priests seemed to be somewhat in a hurry, and never allowed a halt
in a village for more than ten minutes or so, I verily believe we should
have been pinched and scratched to death.
At last we arrived at a sort of temple, consisting of a thatched roof
supported on posts which were rudely fashioned into human figures. In
the middle of this building were two idols, a male and a female, on
which all the art and industry of the people had been lavished, with a
result that combined the grotesque and the horrible in an extraordinary
degree.
[Illustration: “_In front of these monstrous figures were piles of bones
and skulls._” Page 137.]
Their eyes were formed of huge oyster shells pierced in the middle, and
in their grinning mouths were double lines of boars’ tusks, so that the
faces seemed all eyes and teeth. Large wigs of cocoanut fibre covered
their heads, and round necks, arms, and legs were strings of beads,
shells, and human bones. In their right hand they held a monster fork,
like that used by their worshippers in their cannibal feasts, and on
these forks and in their left hands were great pieces of bleeding flesh.
In front of these monstrous and disgusting figures were piles of bones
and skulls, some of which had hair and flesh still adhering to them.
Lamps fed with cocoanut oil were hanging from the rafters, and these
lamps were made of human skulls; and as if nothing should be wanting to
complete the horror of the scene, huge pigs were rooting about among the
remains of humanity with which the ground was strewn.
When we arrived, the lumps of bleeding flesh were removed from the left
hands of the idols, and we were hung up in their place.
The men who had carried us here were now sent away, and having become
_tabu_ by entering into this holy place, as it was considered by the
people of Aneitou, they were while there not allowed to mix with their
fellows, but sent to an enclosure reserved for such purposes.
I and Bill were, it is not too much to say, in a state of dismal fright
and terror, and the lashings by which we were bound cut into our flesh
like bars of red-hot iron, while our lips were cracked and bleeding, and
we were the victims of a raging thirst.
After we had hung here for some time, some of the priests of the temple
came and cut us down, and we expected that we should at once be done to
death; but, after cutting us adrift, they took us a short distance away
into a cave, the entrance to which was closed with thick balks of timber
in which there was a small gateway.
Here we were thrust, and water was given us to drink, and the gate being
securely barred on the outside, we were left alone.
We instantly relieved our parching thirst, and then set to work to rub
each other to ease the pain caused by the lashings which had bound us.
After a time we felt more at ease, and began to consider what would
become of us.
“I expect they will kill and eat us,” said Bill; “but surely we can find
some way to escape. I would Tom were here; he’d know what to do.”
“I’m afraid Tom must be a prisoner or dead; but, anyway, let us search
round this place, and find if there is any way out. If we could get out,
and get to the beach, and steal a canoe, we might have a chance.”
We set to work to examine the entrance to the cave; but the gate and the
balks of timber in which it was set were too strong to give us any hope
of being able to break through them, so we soon gave up and began to
explore the cave itself.
We went in several directions, and found dark holes and passages, into
which we crept; but one and all came to an end before we had proceeded
far, until we reached the very last, which was only about three feet
high at the entrance, but which we found after a time grew lighter and
higher, and at last became a large cave, lighted by a small hole near
the top.
To this hole we tried to climb; but the rock had been cut away all
around it, so that it was perfectly inaccessible, although by the
natural roughness of the sides of the cave it was easy to climb up to
the roof everywhere else. Opposite the hole, but some fifteen feet from
it, was a sort of shelf; and to this we scrambled, so as to look out,
and we saw right opposite us the bay in which was Bristol Bob’s island.
The island itself we could also see, and the hillock and trees under
which the magazine was were blown up, and several of the huts were
destroyed, but the dock where the cutter was laid up we could not see,
so that we could not make out whether she were safe or not. Our old
_Escape_ we saw with some men in her, evidently taking her to Wanga’s
village, but on the island there was not a soul to be seen.
We sat some time on the shelf trying to get some idea into our heads as
to how the hole could be reached, and at last we got down and determined
to return to the part of the cave where we had been left by our jailers;
but first we looked round where we were, and in one corner we found a
pool of fresh water, which was a source of gladness to both of us, for
at all events we could make sure of not dying of thirst, and also have a
good wash whenever the fancy took us; and take us it did then and there,
for we were very dirty and sore, and a bathe did us all the good
imaginable.
When we got back to the front cave we found that it had not been visited
since we left; but before we had been there ten minutes the gate was
unbarred, and a plentiful supply of food—fish, pork, yams, bread-fruit,
and bananas—was brought to us, and it was signed to us that we should
eat.
We were both hungry, and fell to on the good things provided for us with
a hearty appetite, till, suddenly, Bill stopped eating, and said, “I
say, mate, they wants to fatten us up to eat us. I don’t fancy being
stuffed like a turkey in a coop.”
The idea took away my appetite at once, and not another mouthful could I
swallow; but, nevertheless, we determined to hide the food away, with
the idea that, if the priests found us apparently eating enormously, and
yet getting thinner and thinner, they would come to the conclusion that
we were worthless for fattening purposes, and would give up the
intention, and perchance let us go free.
Accordingly the remnants of our repast were stowed away in one of the
small side caves, and it now being night, Bill and I, huddling together
for warmth, lay down to sleep.