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part ii   Chapter LXXV. A Ramble Through the Settlement
Herman Melville
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       THE following morning, making our toilets carefully, we donned our sombreros, and sallied out on a tour. Without meaning to reveal our designs upon the court, our principal object was, to learn what chances there were for white men to obtain employment under the queen. On this head, it is true, we had questioned Po-Po; but his answers had been very discouraging; so we determined to obtain further information elsewhere.
       But, first, to give some little description of the village.
       The settlement of Partoowye is nothing more than some eighty houses, scattered here and there, in the midst of an immense grove, where the trees have been thinned out and the underbrush cleared away. Through the grove flows a stream; and the principal avenue crosses it, over an elastic bridge of cocoa-nut trunks, laid together side by side. The avenue is broad, and serpentine; well shaded from one end to the other, and as pretty a place for a morning promenade as any lounger could wish. The houses, constructed without the slightest regard to the road, peep into view from among the trees on either side: some looking you right in the face as you pass, and others, without any manners, turning their backs. Occasionally you observe a rural retreat, inclosed by a picket of bamboos, or with a solitary pane of glass massively framed in the broadside of the dwelling, or with a rude, strange-looking door, swinging upon dislocated wooden hinges. Otherwise, the dwellings are built in the original style of the natives; and never mind how mean and filthy some of them may appear within, they all look picturesque enough without.
       As we sauntered along the people we met saluted us pleasantly, and invited us into their houses; and in this way we made a good many brief morning calls. But the hour could not have been the fashionable one in Partoowye, since the ladies were invariably in dishabille. But they always gave us a cordial reception, and were particularly polite to the doctor; caressing him, and amorously hanging about his neck; wonderfully taken up, in short, with a gay handkerchief he wore there. Arfretee had that morning bestowed it upon the pious youth.
       With some exceptions, the general appearance of the natives of Partoowye was far better than that of the inhabitants of Papeetee: a circumstance only to be imputed to their restricted intercourse with foreigners.
       Strolling on, we turned a sweep of the road, when the doctor gave a start; and no wonder. Right before us, in the grove, was a block of houses: regular square frames, boarded over, furnished with windows and doorways, and two stories high. We ran up and found them fast going to decay: very dingy, and here and there covered with moss; no sashes, no doors; and on one side, the entire block had settled down nearly a foot. On going into the basement we looked clean up through the unbearded timbers to the roof; where rays of light, glimmering through many a chink, illuminated the cobwebs which swung all round.
       The whole interior was dark and close. Burrowing among some old mats in one corner, like a parcel of gipsies in a ruin, were a few vagabond natives. They had their dwelling here.
       Curious to know who on earth could have been thus trying to improve the value of real estate in Partoowye, we made inquiries; and learned that some years previous the block had been thrown up by a veritable Yankee (one might have known that), a house-carpenter by trade, and a bold, enterprising fellow by nature.
       Put ashore from his ship, sick, he first went to work and got well; then sallied out with chisel and plane, and made himself generally useful. A sober, steady man, it seems, he at last obtained the confidence of several chiefs, and soon filled them with all sorts of ideas concerning the alarming want of public spirit in the people of Imeeo. More especially did he dwell upon the humiliating fact of their living in paltry huts of bamboo, when magnificent palaces of boards might so easily be mortised together.
       In the end, these representations so far prevailed with one old chief that the carpenter was engaged to build a batch of these wonderful palaces. Provided with plenty of men, he at once set to work: built a saw-mill among the mountains, felled trees, and sent over to Papeetee for nails.
       Presto! the castle rose; but alas, the roof was hardly on, when the Yankee's patron, having speculated beyond his means, broke all to pieces, and was absolutely unable to pay one "plug" of tobacco in the pound. His failure involved the carpenter, who sailed away from his creditors in the very next ship that touched at the harbour.
       The natives despised the rickety palace of boards; and often lounged by, wagging their heads, and jeering.
       We were told that the queen's residence was at the extreme end of the village; so, without waiting for the doctor to procure a fiddle, we suddenly resolved upon going thither at once, and learning whether any privy counsellorships were vacant.
       Now, although there was a good deal of my waggish comrade's nonsense about what has been said concerning our expectations of court preferment, we, nevertheless, really thought that something to our advantage might turn up in that quarter.
       On approaching the palace grounds, we found them rather peculiar. A broad pier of hewn coral rocks was built right out into the water; and upon this, and extending into a grove adjoining, were some eight or ten very large native houses, constructed in the handsomest style and inclosed together by a low picket of bamboos, which embraced a considerable area.
       Throughout the Society Islands, the residences of the chiefs are mostly found in the immediate vicinity of the sea; a site which gives them the full benefit of a cooling breeze; nor are they so liable to the annoyance of insects; besides enjoying, when they please, the fine shade afforded by the neighbouring groves, always most luxuriant near the water.
       Lounging about the grounds were some sixty or eighty handsomely-dressed natives, men and women; some reclining on the shady side of the houses, others under the trees, and a small group conversing close by the railing facing us.
       We went up to the latter; and giving the usual salutation, were on the point of vaulting over the bamboos, when they turned upon us angrily, and said we could not enter. We stated our earnest desire to see the queen; hinting that we were bearers of important dispatches. But it was to no purpose; and not a little vexed, we were obliged to return to Po-Po's without effecting anything.
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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