womansawamanswimfromthehighseasandplungedirectintothebush;hewasnomanofthatneighbourhood;anditwasknownhewasoneofthegods,speedingtoacouncil。Mostperspicuousofall,amissionaryonSavaii,whoisalsoamedicalman,wasdisturbedlateinthenightbyknocking;itwasnohourforthedispensary,butatlengthhewokehisservantandsenthimtoinquire;theservant,lookingfromawindow,beheldcrowdsofpersons,allwithgrievouswounds,loppedlimbs,brokenheads,andbleedingbullet-holes;butwhenthedoorwasopenedallhaddisappeared。Theyweregodsfromthefieldofbattle。Nowthesereportshavecertainlysignificance;itisnothardtotracethemtopoliticalgrumblersortoreadinthemathreatofcomingtrouble;fromthatmerelyhumansideIfoundthemominousmyself。Butitwasthespiritualsideoftheirsignificancethatwasdiscussedinsecretcouncilbymyrulers。IshallbestdepictthismingledhabitofthePolynesianmindbytwoconnectedinstances。Ioncelivedinavillage,thenameofwhichIdonotmeantotell。Thechiefandhissisterwerepersonsperfectlyintelligent:gentlefolk,aptofspeech。Thesisterwasveryreligious,agreatchurch-goer,onethatusedtoreprovemeifIstayedaway;Ifoundafterwardsthatsheprivatelyworshippedashark。Thechiefhimselfwassomewhatofafreethinker;attheleast,alatitudinarian:hewasaman,besides,filledwithEuropeanknowledgeandaccomplishments;ofanimpassive,ironicalhabit;andIshouldassoonhaveexpectedsuperstitioninMr。HerbertSpencer。Hearthesequel。Ihaddiscoveredbyunmistakablesignsthattheyburiedtooshallowinthevillagegraveyard,andItookmyfriend,astheresponsibleauthority,totask。’Thereissomethingwrongaboutyourgraveyard,’saidI,’whichyoumustattendto,oritmayhaveverybadresults。’’Somethingwrong?Whatisit?’heasked,withanemotionthatsurprisedme。’Ifyoucaretogoalongthereanyeveningaboutnineo’clockyoucanseeforyourself,’saidI。Hesteppedbackward。’Aghost!’hecried。
Inshort,inthewholefieldoftheSouthSeas,thereisnotonetoblameanother。Halfbloodandwhole,piousanddebauched,intelligentanddull,allmenbelieveinghosts,allmencombinewiththeirrecentChristianityfearofandalingeringfaithintheoldislanddeities。So,inEurope,thegodsofOlympusslowlydwindledintovillagebogies;soto-day,thetheologicalHighlandersneaksfromundertheeyeoftheFreeChurchdivinetolayanofferingbyasacredwell。
ItrytodealwiththewholematterherebecauseofaparticularqualityinPaumotuansuperstitions。ItistrueIheardthemtoldbyamanwithageniusforsuchnarrations。Closeaboutoureveninglamp,withinsoundoftheislandsurf,wehungonhiswords,thrilling。Thereader,infarotherscenes,mustlistencloseforthefaintecho。
Thisbundleofweirdstoriessprangfromtheburialandthewoman’sselfishconjuration。IwasdissatisfiedwithwhatIheard,harpeduponquestions,andstruckatlastthisveinofmetal。Itisfromsundowntoaboutfourinthemorningthatthekinsfolkcampuponthegrave;andthesearethehoursofthespirits’wanderings。Atanytimeofthenight-itmaybeearlier,itmaybelater-asoundistobeheardbelow,whichisthenoiseofhisliberation;
atfoursharp,anotherandaloudermarkstheinstantofthere-
imprisonment;between-whiles,hegoeshismalignantrounds。’Didyoueverseeanevilspirit?’wasonceaskedofaPaumotuan。
’Once。’’Underwhatform?’’Itwasintheformofacrane。’’Andhowdidyouknowthatcranetobeaspirit?’wasasked。’Iwilltellyou,’heanswered;andthiswasthepurportofhisinconclusivenarrative。Hisfatherhadbeendeadnearlyafortnight;othershadweariedofthewatch;andasthesunwassetting,hefoundhimselfbythegravealone。Itwasnotyetdark,ratherthehouroftheafterglow,whenhewasawareofasnow-whitecraneuponthecoralmound;presentlymorecranescame,somewhite,someblack;thenthecranesvanished,andhesawintheirplaceawhitecat,towhichtherewassilentlyjoinedagreatcompanyofcatsofeveryhueconceivable;thenthesealsodisappeared,andhewasleftastonished。
Thiswasananodyneappearance。TakeinsteadtheexperienceofRua-a-mariterangiontheisleofKatiu。Hehadaneedforsomepandanus,andcrossedtheisletothesea-beach,whereitchieflyflourishes。Thedaywasstill,andRuawassurprisedtohearacrashingsoundamongthethickets,andthenthefallofaconsiderabletree。Heremustbesomeonebuildingacanoe;andheenteredthemarginofthewoodtofindandpassthetimeofdaywiththischanceneighbour。Thecrashingsoundedmoreathand;andthenhewasawareofsomethingdrawingswiftlynearamongthetree-
tops。Itswungbyitsheelsdownward,likeanape,sothatitshandswerefreeformurder;itdependedsafelybytheslightesttwigs;thespeedofitscomingwasincredible;andsoonRuarecogniseditforacorpse,horriblewithage,itsbowelshangingasitcame。PrayerwastheweaponofChristianintheValleyoftheShadow,anditistoprayerthatRua-a-mariterangiattributeshisescape。Nomerelyhumanexpeditionhadavailed。
Thisdemonwasplainlyfromthegrave;yetyouwillobservehewasabroadbyday。Andinconsistentasitmayseemwiththehoursofthenightwatchandthemanyreferencestotherisingofthemorningstar,itisnosingularexception。Icouldneverfindacaseofanotherwhohadseenthisghost,diurnalandarborealinitshabits;butothershaveheardthefallofthetree,whichseemsthesignalofitscoming。Mr。DonatwasoncepearlingontheuninhabitedisleofHaraiki。Itwasadaywithoutabreathofwind,suchasalternateinthearchipelagowithdaysofcontumeliousbreezes。Thediverswereinthemidstofthelagoonupontheiremployment;thecook,aboyoften,wasoverhispotsinthecamp。ThuswereallsoulsaccountedforexceptasinglenativewhoaccompaniedDonatintothewoodinquestofsea-fowls’eggs。
Inamoment,outofthestillness,camethesoundofthefallofagreattree。Donatwouldhavepassedontofindthecause。’No,’
criedhiscompanion,’thatwasnotree。ItwassomethingNOT
RIGHT。Letusgobacktocamp。’NextSundaythediverswereturnedon,allthatpartoftheislewasthoroughlyexamined,andsureenoughnotreehadfallen。AlittlelaterMr。Donatsawoneofhisdiversfleefromasimilarsound,insimilarunaffectedpanic,onthesameisle。Butneitherwouldexplain,anditwasnottillafterwards,whenhemetwithRua,thathelearnedtheoccasionoftheirterrors。
Butwhetherbydayornight,thepurposeofthedeadintheseabhorredactivitiesisstillthesame。InSamoa,myinformanthadnoideaofthefoodofthebushspirits;nosuchambiguitywouldexistinthemindofaPaumotuan。Inthathungryarchipelago,livinganddeadmustaliketoilfornutriment;andtheracehavingbeencannibalinthepast,thespiritsaresostill。Whenthelivingatethedead,horrifiednocturnalimaginationdrewtheshockinginferencethatthedeadmighteattheliving。Doubtlesstheyslaymen,doubtlessevenmutilatethem,inmeremalice。
Marquesanspiritssometimestearouttheeyesoftravellers;buteventhatmaybemorepracticalthanappears,fortheeyeisacannibaldainty。Andcertainlytheroot-ideaofthedead,atleastinthefareasternislands,istoprowlforfood。ItwasasadaintymorselforamealthatthewomandenouncedDonatatthefuneral。Therearespiritsbesideswhopreyinparticularnotonthebodiesbutonthesoulsofthedead。ThepointisclearlymadeinaTahitianstory。Achildfellsick,grewswiftlyworse,andatlastshowedsignsofdeath。Themotherhastenedtothehouseofasorcerer,wholivedhardby。’Youareyetintime,’saidhe;’aspirithasjustrunpastmydoorcarryingthesoulofyourchildwrappedintheleafofapurao;butIhaveaspiritstrongerandswifterwhowillrunhimdownerehehastimetoeatit。’Wrappedinaleaf:likeotherthingsedibleandcorruptible。
OrtakeanexperienceofMr。Donat’sontheislandofAnaa。Itwasanightofahighwind,withviolentsqualls;hischildwasverysick,andthefather,thoughhehadgonetobed,laywakeful,hearkeningtothegale。Allatonceafowlwasviolentlydashedonthehousewall。Supposinghehadforgottoputitinshelterwiththerest,Donatarose,foundthebirdacocklyingontheverandah,andputitinthehen-house,thedoorofwhichhesecurelyfastened。Fifteenminuteslaterthebusinesswasrepeated,onlythistime,asitwasbeingdashedagainstthewall,thebirdcrew。AgainDonatreplacedit,examiningthehen-housethoroughlyandfindingitquiteperfect;ashewassoengagedthewindpuffedouthislight,andhemustgropebacktothedooragooddealshaken。Yetathirdtimethebirdwasdasheduponthewall;athirdtimeDonatsetit,nowneardead,besideitsmates;
andhewasscarcereturnedbeforetherecamearush,likethatofafuriousstrongman,againstthedoor,andawhistleasloudasthatofarailwayenginerangaboutthehouse。Thescepticalreadermayheredetectthefingerofthetempest;butthewomengaveupallforlostandclusteredonthebedslamenting。Nothingfollowed,andImustsupposethegalesomewhatabated,forpresentlyafterachiefcamevisiting。Hewasaboldmantobeabroadsolate,butdoubtlesscarriedabrightlantern。Andhewascertainlyamanofcounsel,forassoonasheheardthedetailsofthesedisturbanceshewasinapositiontoexplaintheirnature。’Yourchild,’saidhe,’mustcertainlydie。Thisistheevilspiritofourislandwholiesinwaittoeatthespiritsofthenewlydead。’Andthenhewentontoexpatiateonthestrangenessofthespirit’sconduct。
Hewasnotusually,heexplained,soopenofassault,butsatsilentonthehouse-topwaiting,intheguiseofabird,whilewithinthepeopletendedthedyingandbewailedthedead,andhadnothoughtofperil。Butwhenthedaycameandthedoorswereopened,andmenbegantogoabroad,blood-stainsonthewallbetrayedthetragedy。
ThisisthequalityIadmireinPaumotuanlegend。InTahitithespirit-eaterissaidtoassumeavesturewhichhasmuchmoreofpomp,buthowmuchlessofhorror。Ithasbeenseenbyallsortsandconditions,nativeandforeign;onlythelastinsistitisameteor。Myauthoritywasnotsosure。Hewasridingwithhiswifeabouttwointhemorning;bothwerenearasleep,andthehorsesnotmuchbetter。Itwasabrilliantandstillnight,andtheroadwoundoveramountain,nearbyadesertedmaraeoldTahitiantemple。Allatoncetheappearancepassedabovethem:aformoflight;theheadroundandgreenish;thebodylong,red,andwithafocusofyetredderbrilliancyaboutthemidst。Abuzzinghootaccompanieditspassage;itflewdirectoutofonemarae,anddirectforanotherdownthemountainside。Andthis,asmyinformantargued,issuggestive。Forwhyshouldameremeteorfrequentthealtarsofabominablegods?Thehorses,Ishouldsay,wereequallydismayedwiththeirriders。NowIamnotdismayedatall-notevenagreeably。Givemeratherthebirduponthehouse-
topandthemorningblood-goutsonthewall。
Butthedeadarenotexclusiveintheirdiet。Theycarrywiththemtothegrave,inparticular,thePolynesiantasteforfish,andenterattimeswiththelivingintoapartnershipinfishery。Rua-