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part ii   Chapter XLIV. Cathedral of Papoar--The Church of the Cocoa-Nuts
Herman Melville
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       ON Sundays I always attended the principal native church, on the outskirts of the village of Papeetee, and not far from the Calabooza Beretanee. It was esteemed the best specimen of architecture in Tahiti.
       Of late, they have built their places of worship with more reference to durability than formerly. At one time, there were no less than thirty-six on the island--mere barns, tied together with thongs, which went to destruction in a very few years.
       One, built many years ago in this style, was a most remarkable structure. It was erected by Pomaree II., who, on this occasion, showed all the zeal of a royal proselyte. The building was over seven hundred feet in length, and of a proportionate width; the vast ridge-pole was at intervals supported by a row of thirty-six cylindrical trunks of the bread-fruit tree; and, all round, the wall-plates rested on shafts of the palm. The roof--steeply inclining to within a man's height of the ground--was thatched with leaves, and the sides of the edifice were open. Thus spacious was the Royal Mission Chapel of Papoar.
       At its dedication, three distinct sermons were, from different pulpits, preached to an immense concourse gathered from all parts of the island.
       As the chapel was built by the king's command, nearly as great a multitude was employed in its construction as swarmed over the scaffolding of the great temple of the Jews. Much less time, however, was expended. In less than three weeks from planting the first post, the last tier of palmetto-leaves drooped from the eaves, and the work was done.
       Apportioned to the several chiefs and their dependants, the labour, though immense, was greatly facilitated by everyone's bringing his post, or his rafter, or his pole strung with thatching, ready for instant use. The materials thus prepared being afterwards secured together by thongs, there was literally "neither hammer, nor axe, nor any tool of iron heard in the house while it was building."
       But the most singular circumstance connected with this South Sea cathedral remains to be related. As well for the beauty as the advantages of such a site, the islanders love to dwell near the mountain streams; and so, a considerable brook, after descending from the hills and watering the valley, was bridged over in three places, and swept clean through the chapel.
       Flowing waters! what an accompaniment to the songs of the sanctuary; mingling with them the praises and thanksgivings of the green solitudes inland.
       But the chapel of the Polynesian Solomon has long since been deserted. Its thousand rafters of habiscus have decayed, and fallen to the ground; and now, the stream murmurs over them in its bed.
       The present metropolitan church of Tahiti is very unlike the one just described. It is of moderate dimensions, boarded over, and painted white. It is furnished also with blinds, but no sashes; indeed, were it not for the rustic thatch, it would remind one of a plain chapel at home.
       The woodwork was all done by foreign carpenters, of whom there are always several about Papeetee.
       Within, its aspect is unique, and cannot fail to interest a stranger. The rafters overhead are bound round with fine matting of variegated dyes; and all along the ridge-pole these trappings hang pendent, in alternate bunches of tassels and deep fringes of stained grass. The floor is composed of rude planks. Regular aisles run between ranges of native settees, bottomed with crossed braids of the cocoa-nut fibre, and furnished with backs.
       But the pulpit, made of a dark, lustrous wood, and standing at one end, is by far the most striking object. It is preposterously lofty; indeed, a capital bird's-eye view of the congregation ought to be had from its summit.
       Nor does the church lack a gallery, which runs round on three sides, and is supported by columns of the cocoa-nut tree.
       Its facings are here and there daubed over with a tawdry blue; and in other places (without the slightest regard to uniformity), patches of the same colour may be seen. In their ardour to decorate the sanctuary, the converts must have borrowed each a brush full of paint, and zealously daubed away at the first surface that offered.
       As hinted, the general impression is extremely curious. Little light being admitted, and everything being of a dark colour, there is an indefinable Indian aspect of duskiness throughout. A strange, woody smell, also--more or less pervading every considerable edifice in Polynesia--is at once perceptible. It suggests the idea of worm-eaten idols packed away in some old lumber-room at hand.
       For the most part, the congregation attending this church is composed of the better and wealthier orders--the chiefs and their retainers; in short, the rank and fashion of the island. This class is infinitely superior in personal beauty and general healthfulness to the "marenhoar," or common people; the latter having been more exposed to the worst and most debasing evils of foreign intercourse. On Sundays, the former are invariably arrayed in their finery; and thus appear to the best advantage. Nor are they driven to the chapel, as some of their inferiors are to other places of worship; on the contrary, capable of maintaining a handsome exterior, and possessing greater intelligence, they go voluntarily.
       In respect of the woodland colonnade supporting its galleries, I called this chapel the Church of the Cocoa-nuts.
       It was the first place for Christian worship in Polynesia that I had seen; and the impression upon entering during service was all the stronger. Majestic-looking chiefs whose fathers had hurled the battle-club, and old men who had seen sacrifices smoking upon the altars of Oro, were there. And hark! hanging from the bough of a bread-fruit tree without, a bell is being struck with a bar of iron by a native lad. In the same spot, the blast of the war-conch had often resounded. But to the proceedings within.
       The place is well filled. Everywhere meets the eye the gay calico draperies worn on great occasions by the higher classes, and forming a strange contrast of patterns and colours. In some instances, these are so fashioned as to resemble as much as possible European garments. This is in excessively bad taste. Coats and pantaloons, too, are here and there seen; but they look awkwardly enough, and take away from the general effect.
       But it is the array of countenances that most strikes you. Each is suffused with the peculiar animation of the Polynesians, when thus collected in large numbers. Every robe is rustling, every limb in motion, and an incessant buzzing going on throughout the assembly. The tumult is so great that the voice of the placid old missionary, who now rises, is almost inaudible. Some degree of silence is at length obtained through the exertions of half-a-dozen strapping fellows, in white shirts and no pantaloons. Running in among the settees, they are at great pains to inculcate the impropriety of making a noise by creating a most unnecessary racket themselves. This part of the service was quite comical.
       There is a most interesting Sabbath School connected with the church; and the scholars, a vivacious, mischievous set, were in one part of the gallery. I was amused by a party in a corner. The teacher sat at one end of the bench, with a meek little fellow by his side. When the others were disorderly, this young martyr received a rap; intended, probably, as a sample of what the rest might expect, if they didn't amend.
       Standing in the body of the church, and leaning against a pillar, was an old man, in appearance very different from others of his countrymen. He wore nothing but a coarse, scant mantle of faded tappa; and from his staring, bewildered manner, I set him down as an aged bumpkin from the interior, unaccustomed to the strange sights and sounds of the metropolis. This old worthy was sharply reprimanded for standing up, and thus intercepting the view of those behind; but not comprehending exactly what was said to him, one of the white-liveried gentry made no ceremony of grasping him by the shoulders, and fairly crushing him down into a seat.
       During all this, the old missionary in the pulpit--as well as his associates beneath, never ventured to interfere--leaving everything to native management. With South Sea islanders, assembled in any numbers, there is no other way of getting along.
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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