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part ii   Chapter LXX. Life at Loohooloo
Herman Melville
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       FINDING the society at Loohooloo very pleasant, the young ladies, in particular, being extremely sociable; and, moreover, in love with the famous good cheer of old Marharvai, we acquiesced in an invitation of his to tarry a few days longer. We might then, he said, join a small canoe party which was going to a place a league or two distant. So averse to all exertion are these people that they really thought the prospect of thus getting rid of a few miles' walking would prevail with us, even if there were no other inducement.
       The people of the hamlet, as we soon discovered, formed a snug little community of cousins; of which our host seemed the head. Marharvai, in truth, was a petty chief who owned the neighbouring lands. And as the wealthy, in most cases, rejoice in a numerous kindred, the family footing upon which everybody visited him was, perhaps, ascribable to the fact of his being the lord of the manor. Like Captain Bob, he was, in some things, a gentleman of the old school--a stickler for the customs of a past and pagan age.
       Nowhere else, except in Tamai, did we find the manners of the natives less vitiated by recent changes. The old-fashioned Tahitian dinner they gave us on the day of our arrival was a fair sample of their general mode of living.
       Our time passed delightfully. The doctor went his way, and I mine. With a pleasant companion, he was forever strolling inland, ostensibly to collect botanical specimens; while I, for the most part, kept near the sea; sometimes taking the girls on an aquatic excursion in a canoe.
       Often we went fishing; not dozing over stupid hooks and lines, but leaping right into the water, and chasing our prey over the coral rocks, spear in hand.
       Spearing fish is glorious sport. The Imeeose, all round the island, catch them in no other way. The smooth shallows between the reef and the shore, and, at low water, the reef itself, being admirably adapted to this mode of capturing them. At almost any time of the day--save ever the sacred hour of noon--you may see the fish-hunters pursuing their sport; with loud halloos, brandishing their spears, and splashing through the water in all directions. Sometimes a solitary native is seen, far out upon a lonely shallow, wading slowly along, with eye intent and poised spear.
       But the best sport of all is going out upon the great reef itself by torch-light. The natives follow this recreation with as much spirit as a gentleman of England does the chase; and take full as much delight in it.
       The torch is nothing more than a bunch of dry reeds, bound firmly together: the spear, a long, light pole, with an iron head, on one side barbed.
       I shall never forget the night that old Marharvai and the rest of us, paddling off to the reef, leaped at midnight upon the coral ledges with waving torches and spears. We were more than a mile from the land; the sullen ocean, thundering upon the outside of the rocks, dashed the spray in our faces, almost extinguishing the flambeaux; and, far as the eye could reach, the darkness of sky and water was streaked with a long, misty line of foam, marking the course of the coral barrier. The wild fishermen, flourishing their weapons, and yelling like so many demons to scare their prey, sprang from ledge to ledge, and sometimes darted their spears in the very midst of the breakers.
       But fish-spearing was not the only sport we had at Loohooloo. Eight on the beach was a mighty old cocoa-nut tree, the roots of which had been underwashed by the waves so that the trunk inclined far over its base. From the tuft of the tree a stout cord of bark depended, the end of which swept the water several yards from the shore. This was a Tahitian swing. A native lad seizes hold of the cord, and, after swinging to and fro quite leisurely, all at once sends himself fifty or sixty feet from the water, rushing through the air like a rocket. I doubt whether any of our rope-dancers would attempt the feat. For my own part, I had neither head nor heart for it; so, after sending a lad aloft with an additional cord, by way of security, I constructed a large basket of green boughs, in which I and some particular friends of mine used to swing over sea and land by the hour.
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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