XXIII
. THE SECOND NIGHT OFF PAPEETEE
CHAPTER XXIV
. OUTBREAK OF THE CREW
CHAPTER XXV
. JERMIN ENCOUNTERS AN OLD SHIPMATE
CHAPTER XXVI
. WE ENTER THE HARBOUR--JIM THE PILOT
CHAPTER XXVII
. A GLANCE AT PAPEETEE--WE ARE SENT ABOARD THE FRIGATE
CHAPTER XXVIII
. RECEPTION FROM THE FRENCHMAN
CHAPTER XXIX
. THE REINE BLANCHE
CHAPTER XXX
. THEY TAKE US ASHORE--WHAT HAPPENED THERE
CHAPTER XXXI
. THE CALABOOZA BERETANEE
CHAPTER XXXII
. PROCEEDINGS OF THE FRENCH AT TAHITI
CHAPTER XXXIII
. WE RECEIVE CALLS AT THE HOTEL DE CALABOOZA
CHAPTER XXXIV
. LIFE AT THE CALABOOZA
CHAPTER XXXV
. VISIT FROM AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE
CHAPTER XXXVI
. WE ARE CARRIED BEFORE THE CONSUL AND CAPTAIN
CHAPTER XXXVII
. THE FRENCH PRIESTS PAY THEIR RESPECTS
CHAPTER XXXVIII
. LITTLE JULIA SAILS WITHOUT US
CHAPTER XXXIX
. JERMIN SERVES US A GOOD TURN--FRIENDSHIPS IN POLYNESIA
CHAPTER XL
. WE TAKE UNTO OURSELVES FRIENDS">
PART II
CHAPTER XL
. WE TAKE UNTO OURSELVES FRIENDS
CHAPTER XLI
. WE LEVY CONTRIBUTIONS ON THE SHIPPING
CHAPTER XLII
. MOTOO-OTOO A TAHITIAN CASUIST
CHAPTER XLIII
. ONE IS JUDGED BY THE COMPANY HE KEEPS
CHAPTER XLIV
. CATHEDRAL OF PAPOAR--THE CHURCH OP THE COCOA-NUTS
CHAPTER XLV
. MISSIONARY'S SERMON; WITH SOME REFLECTIONS
CHAPTER XLVI
. SOMETHING ABOUT THE KANNAKIPPERS
CHAPTER XLVII
. HOW THEY DRESS IN TAHITI
CHAPTER XLVIII
. TAHITI AS IT IS
CHAPTER XLIX
. SAME SUBJECT CONTINUED
CHAPTER L
. SOMETHING HAPPENS TO LONG GHOST
CHAPTER LI
. WILSON GIVES US THE CUT--DEPARTURE FOR IMEEO
CHAPTER LII
. THE VALLEY OF MARTAIR
CHAPTER LIII
. FARMING IN POLYNESIA
CHAPTER LIV
. SOME ACCOUNT OF THE WILD CATTLE IN POLYNESIA
CHAPTER LV
. A HUNTING RAMBLE WITH ZEKE
CHAPTER LVI
. MOSQUITOES
CHAPTER LVII
. THE SECOND HUNT IN THE MOUNTAINS
CHAPTER LVIII
. THE HUNTING-FEAST; AND A VISIT TO AFREHITOO
CHAPTER LIX
. THE MURPHIES
CHAPTER LX
. WHAT THEY THOUGHT OF US IN MARTAIR
CHAPTER LXI
. PREPARING FOR THE JOURNEY
CHAPTER LXII
. TAMAI
CHAPTER LXIII
. A DANCE IN THE VALLEY
CHAPTER LXIV
. MYSTERIOUS
CHAPTER LXV
. THE HEGIRA, OR FLIGHT
CHAPTER LXVI
. HOW WE WERE TO GET TO TALOO
CHAPTER LXVII
. THE JOURNEY ROUND THE BEACH
CHAPTER LXVIII
. A DINNER-PARTY IN IMEEO
CHAPTER LXIX
. THE COCOA-PALM
CHAPTER LXX
. LIFE AT LOOHOOLOO
CHAPTER LXXI
. WE START FOR TALOO
CHAPTER LXXII
. A DEALER IN THE CONTRABAND
CHAPTER LXXIII
. OUR RECEPTION IN PARTOOWYE
CHAPTER LXXIV
. RETIRING FOR THE NIGHT--THE DOCTOR GROWS DEVOUT
CHAPTER LXXV
. A RAMBLE THROUGH THE SETTLEMENT
CHAPTER LXXVI
. AN ISLAND JILT--WE VISIT THE SHIP
CHAPTER LXXVII
. A PARTY OF ROVERS--LITTLE LOO AND THE DOCTOR
CHAPTER LXXVIII
. MRS. BELL
CHAPTER LXXIX
. TALOO CHAPEL--HOLDING COURT IN POLYNESIA
CHAPTER LXXX
. QUEEN POMAREE
CHAPTER LXXXI
. WE VISIT THE COURT
CHAPTER LXXXII
. WHICH ENDS THE BOOK
CHAPTER I
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PART I
CHAPTER I
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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 the captain.
He was quite a young man, pale and slender, more like a sickly counting-house clerk than a bluff sea-captain. Bidding me be seated, he ordered the steward to hand me a glass of Pisco. In the state I was, this stimulus
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