Название: The Complete Works of Herman Melville: Novels, Short Stories, Poems & Essays
Автор: Herman Melville
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Языкознание
isbn: 9788027224456
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Chapter 52. The Valley of Martair
Chapter 53. Farming in Polynesia
Chapter 54. Some Account of the Wild Cattle in Polynesia
Chapter 55. A Hunting Ramble with Zeke
Chapter 57. The Second Hunt in the Mountains
Chapter 58. The Hunting-Feast; and a Visit to Afrehitoo
Chapter 60. What they thought of us in Martair
Chapter 61. Preparing for the Journey
Chapter 63. A Dance in the Valley
Chapter 65. The Hegira, or Flight
Chapter 66. How we were to get to Taloo
Chapter 67. The Journey round the Beach
Chapter 68. A Dinner-Party in Imeeo
Chapter 71. We start for Taloo
Chapter 72. A Dealer in the Contraband
Chapter 73. Our Reception in Partoowye
Chapter 74. Retiring for the Night—The Doctor grows devout
Chapter 75. A Ramble through the Settlement
Chapter 76. An Island Jilt—We visit the Ship
Chapter 77. A Party of Rovers—Little Loo and the Doctor
Chapter 79. Taloo Chapel—Holding Court in Polynesia
Chapter 81. We visit the Court
Chapter 82. Which ends the Book
PART 1
CHAPTER 1
MY RECEPTION ABOARD
It was the middle of a bright tropical afternoon that we made good our escape from the bay. The vessel we sought lay with her main-topsail aback about a league from the land, and was the only object that broke the broad expanse of the ocean.
On approaching, she turned out to be a small, slatternly-looking craft, her hull and spars a dingy black, rigging all slack and bleached nearly white, and everything denoting an ill state of affairs aboard. The four boats hanging from her sides proclaimed her a whaler. Leaning carelessly over the bulwarks were the sailors, wild, haggard-looking fellows in Scotch caps and faded blue frocks; some of them with cheeks of a mottled bronze, to which sickness soon changes the rich berry-brown of a seaman's complexion in the tropics.
On the quarter-deck was one whom I took for the chief mate. He wore a broad-brimmed Panama hat, and his spy-glass was levelled as we advanced.
When we came alongside, a low cry ran fore and aft the deck, and everybody gazed at us with inquiring eyes. And well they might. To say nothing of the savage boat's crew, panting with excitement, all gesture and vociferation, my own appearance was calculated to excite curiosity. A robe of the native cloth was thrown over my shoulders, my hair and beard were uncut, and I betrayed other evidences of my recent adventure. Immediately on gaining the deck, they beset me on all sides with questions, the half of which I could not answer, so incessantly were they put.
As an instance of the curious coincidences which often befall the sailor, I must here mention that two countenances before me were familiar. One was that of an old man-of-war's-man, whose acquaintance I had made in Rio de Janeiro, at which place touched the ship in which I sailed from home. The other was a young man whom, four years previous, I had frequently met in a sailor boarding-house in Liverpool. I remembered parting with him at Prince's Dock Gates, in the midst of a swarm of police-officers, trackmen, stevedores, beggars, and the like. And here we were again:—years had rolled by, many a league of ocean had been traversed, and we were thrown together under circumstances which almost made me doubt my own existence.
But a few moments passed ere I was sent for into the cabin by СКАЧАТЬ