Chapter 14

A Hawaiian Feast--Amusing Joke Played Upon White Men

Returning from the volcano towards Upolu, we had a meeting house to

dedicate at a place called Pololu, and the Saints there had prepared a

feast on the occasion.

An account of a Hawaiian feast may be interesting to my readers and I

will describe this one. The vegetable portion of the feast consisted of

_poi_. This I have before described to you. It is not kept in dishes of

earthenware but in calabashes, some of which are very large and will

hold several gallons of the food. On this occasion the people sat on

the ground on mats. For tablecloths there were large green leaves of

the plant called _ki_. On these were placed packages of beef, pork,

fowl, dog, and goat, done up in the leaves in which they had been

cooked. Fish also was served up in this manner.

As soon as the blessing was asked, every one dipped his or her

forefingers into the "_poi_," and lifting as much as the fingers would

hold, they passed them into their mouths, throwing their heads back as

they did so, to get a good mouthful. The hogs, chickens and little dogs

were speedily dissected, the fingers being the only knives, forks and

spoons used among them. The scene was one of true enjoyment.

The Sandwich Islander is never so happy, so musical, so full of

pleasant talk, as when seated at a good meal; and the quantity one eats

on such occasions would astonish an American who had never seen them.

Usually they are particular about having their hands clean, and eating

with due respect to each other's rights. One waits for the other to put

his fingers in the _poi_ and their ideas of decorum and manners, such

as they are, are as strict as ours.

We Elders who ate with them were also seated on mats and ate the same

kind of food that they did, only in place of using our fingers we

either used spoons or small paddles which we whittled out of wood, to

convey the food to our mouths, thinking it would be better to set them

an example in this respect.

I scarcely think, though, that any of our party would prefer dog meat

to beef, goat or chicken, though I must say that if it were not for

prejudice, I think the dog meat as wholesome and as clean as the pork;

for the dogs which they eat in that country are a peculiar breed, the

flesh of which is very sweet and tender. They are very particular

in feeding them; they keep them cleaner and do not give them such

disagreeable food as they do to their hogs. But there is something

repugnant to people raised as we have been, in the idea of eating dog

meat.

A story was told me by Brother Napela of a trick which he and some

other natives played off on some white men at a feast which they

partook of at a place called Waikapu on the island of Maui. The white

men were merchants from Lahaina, and had been invited over to this

feast. They had meats and fish of every kind nearly, and among the

rest had a number of roasted pigs and roasted dogs. One of the natives

suggested, as a good trick to play on the white men, that they sever

the heads of the pigs, and put them with the dogs, and take the dogs'

heads and put them with the pigs. They did so. Of course the merchants

did not want to eat dog meat, and would not touch any of the meat where

the dogs' heads were, but ate heartily of what they supposed were pigs.

The natives tried to persuade them to eat the other meat. "Oh no," they

said, "these delicious pigs are good enough for us," and they would not

touch the other.

I may say here that the native method of cooking meat is superior to

ours. They contrive to preserve all the juices of the meat in it while

it is being cooked.

Nothing was said to the merchants about the trick that had been played

upon them until the feast was ended, and they could not be persuaded

that they had eaten dogs, until the bones were shown to them, which

they knew to be not those of pigs. They tried hard to be sick at the

thought of having eaten dog meat, but had to confess that it was as

good meat as they ever ate.

An unsuspecting person, if served with dog meat, would never dream that

it was anything but sucking pig.

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