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part ii   Chapter XLI. We Levy Contributions on the Shipping
Herman Melville
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       SCARCELY a week went by after the Julia's sailing, when, with the proverbial restlessness of sailors, some of the men began to grow weary of the Calabooza Beretanee, and resolved to go boldly among the vessels in the bay, and offer to ship.
       The thing was tried; but though strongly recommended by the commodore of the beachcombers, in the end they were invariably told by the captains to whom they applied that they bore an equivocal character ashore, and would not answer. So often were they repulsed that we pretty nearly gave up all thoughts of leaving the island in this way; and growing domestic again, settled down quietly at Captain Bob's.
       It was about this time that the whaling-ships, which have their regular seasons for cruising, began to arrive at Papeetee; and of course their crews frequently visited us. This is customary all over the Pacific. No sailor steps ashore, but he straightway goes to the "Calabooza," where he is almost sure to find some poor fellow or other in confinement for desertion, or alleged mutiny, or something of that sort. Sympathy is proffered, and if need be, tobacco. The latter, however, is most in request; as a solace to the captive, it is invaluable.
       Having fairly carried the day against both consul and captain, we were objects of even more than ordinary interest to these philanthropists; and they always cordially applauded our conduct. Besides, they invariably brought along something in the way of refreshments; occasionally smuggling in a little Pisco. Upon one occasion, when there was quite a number present, a calabash was passed round, and a pecuniary collection taken up for our benefit.
       One day a newcomer proposed that two or three of us should pay him a sly, nocturnal visit aboard his ship; engaging to send us away well freighted with provisions. This was not a bad idea; nor were we at all backward in acting upon it. Right after night every vessel in the harbour was visited in rotation, the foragers borrowing Captain Bob's canoe for the purpose. As we all took turns at this--two by two --in due course it came to Long Ghost and myself, for the sailors invariably linked us together. In such an enterprise, I somewhat distrusted the doctor, for he was no sailor, and very tall; and a canoe is the most ticklish of navigable things. However, it could not be helped; and so we went.
       But a word about the canoes before we go any further. Among the Society Islands, the art of building them, like all native accomplishments, has greatly deteriorated; and they are now the most inelegant, as well as the most insecure of any in the South Seas. In Cook's time, according to his account, there was at Tahiti a royal fleet of seventeen hundred and twenty large war canoes, handsomely carved, and otherwise adorned. At present, those used are quite small; nothing more than logs hollowed out, sharpened at one end, and then launched into the water.
       To obviate a certain rolling propensity, the Tahitians, like all Polynesians, attach to them what sailors call an "outrigger." It consists of a pole floating alongside, parrallel to the canoe, and connected with it by a couple of cross sticks, a yard or more in length. Thus equipped, the canoe cannot be overturned, unless you overcome the buoyancy of the pole, or lift it entirely out of the water.
       Now, Captain Bob's "gig" was exceedingly small; so small, and of such a grotesque shape, that the sailors christened it the Pill Box; and by this appellation it always went. In fact, it was a sort of "sulky," meant for a solitary paddler, but, on an emergency, capable of floating two or three. The outrigger was a mere switch, alternately rising in air, and then depressed in the water.
       Assuming the command of the expedition, upon the strength of my being a sailor, I packed the Long Doctor with a paddle in the bow, and then shoving off, leaped into the stern; thus leaving him to do all the work, and reserving to myself the dignified sinecure of steering. All would have gone on well, were it not that my paddler made such clumsy work that the water spattered, and showered down upon us without ceasing. Continuing to ply his tool, however, quite energetically, I thought he would improve after a while, and so let him alone. But by and bye, getting wet through with this little storm we were raising, and seeing no signs of its clearing off, I conjured him, in mercy's name, to stop short, and let me wring myself out. Upon this, he suddenly turned round, when the canoe gave a roll, the outrigger flew overhead, and the next moment came rap on the doctor's skull, and we were both in the water.
       Fortunately, we were just over a ledge of coral, not half-a-fathom under the surface. Depressing one end of the filled canoe, and letting go of it quickly, it bounced up, and discharged a great part of its contents; so that we easily baled out the remainder, and again embarked. This time, my comrade coiled himself away in a very small space; and enjoining upon him not to draw a single unnecessary breath, I proceeded to urge the canoe along by myself. I was astonished at his docility, never speaking a word, and stirring neither hand nor foot; but the secret was, he was unable to swim, and in case we met with a second mishap, there were no more ledges beneath to stand upon. "Crowning's but a shabby way of going out of the world," he exclaimed, upon my rallying him; "and I'm not going to be guilty of it."
       At last, the ship was at hand, and we approached with much caution, wishing to avoid being hailed by anyone from the quarter-deck. Dropping silently under her bows, we heard a low whistle--the signal agreed upon--and presently a goodly-sized bag was lowered over to us.
       We cut the line, and then paddled away as fast as we could, and made the best of our way home. Here, we found the rest waiting impatiently.
       The bag turned out to be well filled with sweet potatoes boiled, cubes of salt beef and pork, and a famous sailors' pudding, what they call "duff," made of flour and water, and of about the consistence of an underdone brick. With these delicacies, and keen appetites, we went out into the moonlight, and had a nocturnal picnic.
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part i
   Chapter I. My Reception Aboard
   Chapter II. Some Account of the Ship
   Chapter III. Further Account of the Julia
   Chapter IV. A Scene in the Forecastle
   Chapter V. What Happened at Hytyhoo
   Chapter VI. We Touch at La Dominica
   Chapter VII. What Happened at Hannamanoo
   Chapter VIII. The Tattooers of La Dominica
   Chapter IX. We Steer to the Westward--State of Affairs
   Chapter X. A Sea-Parlour Described, With Some of Its Tenants
   Chapter XI. Doctor Long Ghost a Wag--One of His Capers
   Chapter XII. Death and Burial of Two of the Crew
   Chapter XIII. Our Destination Changed
   Chapter XIV. Rope Yarn
   Chapter XV. Chips and Bungs
   Chapter XVI. We Encounteb a Gale
   Chapter XVII. The Coral Islands
   Chapter XVIII. Tahiti
   Chapter XIX. A Surprise--More About Bembo
   Chapter XX. The Round Robin--Visitors from Shore
   Chapter XXI. Proceedings of the Consul
   Chapter XXII. The Consul's Departure
   Chapter 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
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 of 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