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- « thawed since the dance | very attractive, THE DAILY -- RITISH WHIG adows In The South Copyright, 1920, by The Century Company; published by special arrangement with The McClure Newspaper Syndicate, I Drums were beating all the morn- ing, thrilling the valley and moun- tain-sides with their barbaric boom boom. The savage beat of them quick ened the blood, stirring memories o cer than mankind, waking wil: and primitive instincts. Tobo's eyes glea- med and her toes curled and uncarl- ed like those of a cat, while she told me that the afternoon would see an old dance, a drama of the sea, of war, and feasting such as the 'slands had kn.wn before the whites came. The air thrummed with the reson- ance of the drums. All the morning [ sat alone op my paepae, !a.rine them beat, The sound carried one back to the Cays when men first tied the skins of animals about hollow tree trunks and thumped them to cail the naked tribes together under the oaks of England, Those great drums beaten by the hands of Haabunal and Song of the Nightingale made one want to be a savage, to throw a spear to dance in the moonlight. Erase thirty years, and hear it in Atuona when the "long pig that speaks" was being carried through the jungle to the dark High Place!' Then it was the thunder of the heavens, the voice of the old gods hungry for the flesh of their enemies. We who have become refined and diverse in our musical expression, using 8 dozen or scores of instru- ments to imterpret our subtle emo- tions, cannot know the primitive sav- age exultation that surges through the veins when the war-drum beats. To the Marquesans it has ever been 4 summons to action, an inspiration to daring and bloody deeds, the call of the war-gods, the frenzy of the dance. Born of the thunder, speak- ing with the voice of the storm and the cataract, it rouses in man the beast with quivering nostrils and lashing tail who was part of the for- est and the night. Music is ever an expression of the moods and morals of its time. The bugle and the fife share with the drum the rousing of martial spirit in our armies today, but to our sav- age ancestors the drum was supreme. Primitive man expressed his harmony with nature by imitating its sounds. He struck his own body or a hollow log covered with skin. Uneivilized peoples erack their fingers, snap their thighs, or strike the ground with their feet to furnish music for impromptu dancing. In Tonga they crack their fingers; in Tahiti they pound the earth with the soles of their feet; here in Atuona they clap hands. The Marquesans have, too, bamboo drums, long sections of the hollow reed, slit, and beaten with sticks. For calling boats and for signaling they use the conch-shell, -the . same that sounded when "the itons blew their wreathed horn." They also have the jew's-harp, an instrument common to, all Polynesia; sometimes a strip of bark held be- tween the teeth, sometimes a how of wood strung with gut. Civilization is a process of making life more complex and subtle. We have the piano, the violin, the orches- tra, Yet we also have ragtime, which is a reaction from the nervous ten- sion of Américan commercial lite, a swinging back to the old days when man though a brute, was free. There is release 'and exhiliration in the barbaric, syncopated songs and in the animal-like motions of the jazz dan- ces with their wild and passionate attitudes, their unrestrained rhythms and their direct appeal to sex. These Tag-time melodies, coming straight «from the jungles of Africa through the negro, call to impulses in man that are stifled in big cities, in fac- tory and slum and the nerve-wearing struggle of business, So In the dance my Marquesan neighbors returned to the old ways and expressed emotions dying under the rule of an alien people. With the making light of their reverenced tapus, the proving that their gods Were powerless, and the ending of their tribal life, the dance degradea. They did not care to dance now thar their joy in life was gone, But the New and jolly governor, craving &musement,'. sought to revive it for bis pleasure. So the drums were beating on the palace lawn, and ar- ternoon found trails gay with pa- Teus and brilliant shawls as the na- tives came down from their paepaes to the seat of government. ( Chief Kekela Avaua, adopted son the old Kekela, and head man of the Paamau district, called for me, He was a dignified and important man of forty-five years, with hand- Some patterns in tattoing on his legs, and Dundreary whiskers. He was quite modishly dressed in brown lin- en, beneath which showed his bare, Pprehensile-toed feet. Kirio Patuhbamane, a marvelous Specimen of scrolled ink-marks from head te foot, who sported Burnside Whiskers, an English cricket cap, and & scarlet loin cloth, accompanied us down the road. A hundred natives were squatting the garden of the palace, and rum and wine were being handed out when we arrived. Haabunai and Song of the Nightingale, the man under sentence for Waking palm andy, Were once more the distributots, took a glass often. The people hag at the gov- érnor's inauguration. As Kirlo Patu- hamane explained, they had waited to observe the disposition of their new ruler, the last having besn Severe, dispensing no rum save for bis own selfish sin, and having a em. wife who d v My tawny inine friends resent- ed keenly white women's airs of su- periority, and many were the cold -Blances cast by Malicious Gossip, Apporo, and Flower at the stiffly $owned Madame Bapp, who sat on the veranda drinking absinthe. They cerned her, because she beat her hnshand if he but looked at one or them, though he owned a store and desired their custom, Poor Madame Bapp! She thought her little man and she ifved in misery because of the openly dis- layed charms of his customers. She oved him, and when jealous she ught the absinthe bottle and soon x busy with whip and broom on the miserable Bapp, who sought to By F REDERICK O'BRIEN Seas | flee. It was useless; she had looked to doors and windows, and he must take a painful punishment, the while the crockery smashed and all Atuona Valley listened on its paepaes, laugh ing and well knowing that the little man had given no cause of jealousy. She greeted me with cold polite- ness when I mounted to the veranda, and the governor dispensed glasses of "Dr. Funk", a drink known to all the South Seas. Its secret is merely the mixing of a stiff drink of absin- the with lemonade or limeade. The learned man who added this death- dealing potion to the pleasure of the thirsty was Stevenson's friend, and attended him in his last illness. I do not know whether Dr. Funk ever mixed his favorite drink for R. L. S. but his own fame has spread, not as The governor and the commis- a healer, but as a dram-decocter, from Samoa to Tahiti. "Dr. Funk!" cne hears in every club and bar. Its particular merits are claimed by ex- perts to be a stiffening of the spine when one is all in; an imparting of courage to live to men worn out by doing nothing. The governor in gala attire was again the urban host, assisted by Andre Bauda, now his close friend and confidant. Bauda himself had VIII--How priests and preachers. Yet it was full of suggestion of days gone vy and the people who had once sailed the seas among these islands. Again the dancers raised thelr arms, and the canoe salled over sun- ny waters. At length it touched at an Isle, it was carried through the break ers to a resting place on the sand. Its oarsmen rejoiced, they danced a dance of thanksgiving to their goas, and wreathed the ti leaves in their hair. . At this moment Haabunai, master of ceremonies, gave a cry of dsmay and ceased to beat his drum. With an anguished glance at the assembl- ed spectators, he dashed around the corner of the house, to reappear in an instant with his hands full or green leaves. . "Mon dieu!" cried the governor. 'Mon salade! Mon salade!"" Haabunai, busied with his duties, had forgotten to provide the real and sacred ti. In despair at the last moment he had raided and utterly destroyed the covernor's prized let- ] The Marquesans Dance The Wild Native Dance That Still Holds Sway in er-me." Apporo, overcome by the rum and the dance was lying among the rose bushes. Many others were flung on the sward, and more rose again to the dance, singing and shout ing and demanding more rum. The girls -came forward to be kissed as was the custom, and Madame Bapp drove them away with sharp words. Soon the hullabaloo became too great for the dignity of the governor. He gave orders to clear the grounds, and Bauda issued commands from the veranda while Song and Flag lugged away the drums and drove the excited mob out of the garden and across the bridge. All in all, this Sunday was typical of Atuona under the new regime. After a quiet bath in the pool be- neath my cabin I got my own dinner, unassisted by Exploding Eggs, and went early to bed to forestall visitors. The crash of a falling cocoanut awakened me at midnight, and I saw on my paepae Apporo, Flower, Wat- er, and Chief Kekela Avaua asleep. The chief had flung his trousers over -- Time of F estival means that it is a bad thing. "Hana paopao," he said sadly. "It is disagreeable to work. One likes to forget many things." There was bitterneses and sorrow in his tone. His father was a war- rior, the god of the chiefs, and led many a victorious foray when Water- cress was a child. The son remem- bers the old days and feels deeply the degredation and ruin brought by the whites upon the people. A distin- guished-looking man, dignified and haughty, he was one of a half a doz- en who were working out taxes by repairing the roads, and he was one of the few who worked steadily, say- ing little and seldom smiling. Mademoiselle N.-- The Jeanne d'Arc, a beautiful, long, curving craft manned by twelve carsmen, came like a white bird over the blue waters of the Bay of Traitor one Saturday afternoon, bringing Pere Victorien to Atuona. News of his coming brought all the valley Catholics to eight o'clock mass been in the island only a few months and knew no more Marquesan speech than the governor. Both these offi- cials were truly hospitable, embar- rassingly so, considering my inability to keep up with them in their toasts. Soon the demijohn of rum had been emptied into the glasses pass- ing from hand to hand in the garden; Haabunal and Song of the Nightin- sale again evoked the trumming beac of the great drums, and the dance began. This was a tragedy of the sea, a pantomime of danger and con- flict and celebration. For centuries past the ancestors of these dancets had played it on the Forbidden Height. Even the language in which they chanted was archaic to this gen- eration, its words and their meanings | forgotten. The women sat upon the grass In & row, and first, in dumb show, they lifted and carried from its house to the beach a long canoe. The strain- Ing muscles, of their arms, the sway of their bodies, imitated the raising of the great boat, and the walking with its weight, the launching, the waiting for the breakers and the un- dertow that would enable them to Pass: the surf line, --and then the paddling in rough water. Meantime at a distance the men chanted in chorus, giving rhythmic time to the motions of the dancers and telling in the long-disused words the story of the drama. And the drums beat till their rolling thunder resounded far up the valley. After the canoe was moving swift- ly through the water the women rest- ed. It seemed to me that the low con- tinued chant of the men expressed a longing for freedom, for a return to Dature, and a melancholy comment on-the days of power and liberty gone forever. Though no person present understood the ancient language of the song, there was no need of words tc Interpret the exact meaning of the dance. Though no word had been uttered, the motions of thé women wollt hate Seuss told the tale. en they an _ , the sea grew more agitated. g the of the men reproduced the sound of waves beating on the sanpe, and the whistling of wind. he canoe was tossed by the pounding sea, it elid diszily down into the troughs of waves and rocked as the oarsmen fought to hold it steady. The squall had grown a gale, upon them while they tried to hold it aeaay, The canoe Legan to fill with water, it sank deeper and deeper, and in an- other moment the boatsmen were flung into the ocean. There they gled with the great seas; they swam; they regained the canoe they righted it, climbed into it. The storm subsided, the seas went down. Again the women rested, their arms and bodies shining with perspiration All this time they had remained im- mobile *from the waist Sowawgra; their naked legs folded under ther like those of statues. = The chant of the men was quieter now, expressing & memory of the old galety now crushed by the inhibi of the whites, by ridicule of island legends, and by the stern denunciations of | in California, The haka, the Marque san national dance. tuce bed, the sole provision for salad- making in Atuona. He hastily di- vided the precious leaves among the dancers, and with wilting lettuce en- wreathed in their tresses the oars- men launched the canoe once more in the waves and returned to their own isle ,praising the gods. All relaxed now, to receive the 'praises of the goverflor and the brim- ming glasses once more offered by the diligent Haabunai and Song, aid- ed by the gendarme. A gruesome cannibal chant fol- lowed, accompanied by the booming of the drums, and then, warmed by the liquor that fired their brains, the dancers began the kaka, the sexual dance. Inflamed by the rum, they flung themselves into it with such abandon as I have never seen, and I saw a kamaaina in Hawali and have seen Caroline, Miri, and Mamoe, most skilled dancers of the Hawaiian Is- lands. With the continued passing of the cup, the hurahura soon became general. The men and women who had begun dancing in rows, in an organized way, now broke ranks and danced freely all over the lawn. Men sought out the women they liked, and women the men, challenging each other in frensied and startling exposition of the ancient ways. The ceaseless booming of. the drums added incitement to the frengy; the grounds of the governor's Fon, 4 were a chaos of twisting brown bodies and agitated pareus, while from all sides rose cries, shouts hysterical laughter, and the sound of clapping hands and thumping feet. Heke and there dancers fell exhaust- ed, until by elimination the dance re- solved itself into a duet, all yielding the turf to Many Daughters, the lit- tle, lovely leper, and Kekela Avaua, chief of Paumau. These left the lawn and advanced to the veranda, where 80 contagious had me the entnu- slasm that the governor was doing the hurahura opposite Bauda, and Ah Yu danced with A ro, while Song, the prisomer, and , the gerdarme emulated the star performers. Kekela, who led the rout, was a figure at which to marvel. A very big man, perhaps six feet four inches in height, and all muscle, his contor- tions and the frenzied movements of a Huities ogseeded all anatomical WS. ny da , her big eyes shining, her red no Ry followed and matched entire trunk seemed to resolve on the pivot'of her waist, her lips twisting in almost a spiral, and her arms akimbo. accentuating and balancing her lascivious mobility, The governor and the slonaire, Ah Yu ang Apporo, Mon- sieur Bapp with Song of the Night- ingale and Flag, made the palace t ble while the thrum of the great drums maddened their blood. Exhausted at last they lay panti on the boards. Song was telling me fhat the liquor of the governor's giv- img surpassed all his illicit make, and that when his sentence expired he commis Ah Yu, in broken English, sang a ditty be had heard forty years earlier *'Shoo-fle-fiy-dosn-bod- A tattooed Ma rquesan. the railing, and 'was in his pareu, his pictured legs showing, while the others were faked on my mats. There was no need to disturb them, for {¥ is the good and honored custom of these hospitable isla to sleep wherever slumber overtakes one. The night was fine, the s looked down through the breadfruit trees, and Temetiu, the giant 'mountain, was dark apd handsome in the blue and gold sky. Two, sleepers were huddled together by my 1 wind- ow, the horses were laying down in the brush, and a nightingale lilted a gay love song in the coeoanut- palms above the House of the Gold- en Bed. Next morning all Afuona had a tight handerchief bound over its forehead. I met twenty men and women with this sign of repentance DE | upon their brows. Watercress, the chief of Atuona, who guards the gov- ernor's house, was by the roadside. "You have drunk toa much," I re- "Not too much, but a great deal," he rejoined. "Faufau," I said further, which s , as I spied the about his | would remain at the palace 'as .cook. iuarked a P Tag -- The banana-shaded road and the roots of the old Banian were crowded with worshippers in all their finery, and when they poured into the mis- sion the few rude benches were well filled. I found a chair in the rear, next hat of Baufre, the shaggy drunkard, and as' the chanting be- gan, I observed an empty prie-dieu, veclally prepa%ad amd' placed for some person of ImPortance. "Mademoiselle N--" said Baufre, noticing the direction of my glance. 'She is the richest woman in all the Marquesas." At the Gogpel she came in walking slowly down the aisle and taking her Place as though unaware of the hun- dred covert glances that followed her. Wealth is comparative, and Mademo- iselle N--, with perhaps a few hund- red thousand dollars in cash and co- coanut-grove, stood to the 'sland peo- ple as Rockefeller to us. Money and linds were not all her possessions, for though she had never traveled from her birthplace, she was very different in carriage and costume from the girls about her. She wore a black lace gown, cling- izg. snd becoming her ™ender figure and delicately charming face. Her features were exquisite, her eyes lus- trous black pools of passion, her mouth a scarlet line of pride and dis- | dain. A large leghorm hat of fine black straw, with chiffon, was on her graceful head, and her tiny feet were in silk stockings a- | patent leather. She held a gold and ivory prayerbook in gloved hands, and a jeweled watch hung upon her breast. This dainty, fetching heiress, born of French father and a savage moth- er, had all the airs and graces of a ballroom belle. Where had she gained these fashions and desires of the women of cities, or Europe? Her father had spent thirty years on Hiva-oa, laboring to wring a for- tune from the toll of the natives, and | dying, he had left it all to this daugh- | ter, who with her laces and jewels, ber elegant, slim form and haughty manner, was in this wild abode of barefooted half-naked people like a pearl in a gutter. She was free now to do what she liked with herself and her fortune. What would she do? It was the question on every ton- gue and in every eye when, after mass, she passed down the lane res- | pectfully widened for her in the throng on the steps and with a black- garbed sister at her side, walked to the nuns' house. "If only she had a religious voca- tion," sighed Sister Serapoline. 'That would solve all difficulties, and save her soul and happiness." Vainly the nuns and priests had tried during the. dozen years of her tutelage in their hands to direct her aspirations toward this goal, but one had only to look into her burning eyes or see the supple movement of her body, to know that she sought her joy on earth. Mademoiselle walked daintily down the road, where her horse was tied, and 1 was presented to her. She gave me her hand with the air of a prin- cess, her scarlet lips quivering into a | faint smile and her smouldering, un- satfBfied eyes sweeping my face. With & conclliating, yet i perious, alr, she suggested that I 1™e oveMthe hills with her. Picking up her lace skirt and frill- ed pettitoat, she vaulted into the rian's saddle without more ado, and took the heavy reins in her small gloved hands. Over the hills she led the way at a gallop, despite wretched trail and tripping bushes. Down we went through the jungle, walled in by a hundred kinds of trees and ferns and vines. I said to Mlle. N-- that the beauty of the islands was like that of a fantastic dream, an Arabian Night's tale. "Yes?" she said, with a note of weariness and irony. The feet of the horses made a sucking sound on the oozy ground. "I am half white," she sald, after a moment, and as the horses' hoofs struck the rocky trail again, she whipped up her mount and we galloped up the slope. . I had to describe America to Mlle. N--, and the inventions and social customs of which she had read. She would not want to live in such a big country, she said, but Tahiti seemed to combine comfort with the atmos- rhere of her birthplace. Perhaps she might go to Tahito to Hve. "I 'have been told that they ard separating the lepers in Tahiti and confining them outside Papeite in a kind of prison. Is that so?" "Not a prison," I replied. "The government has built cottages for them in a little valley. Don't you think it wise to segregate them?" She did not reply, and I rode away, A week later I met her one evening at Otupoto, that dividing place he- tween the valleys of Taaoa and Atu- oha, where Kahuitli and his fellow warriors had trapped the. human meat. I had walked there to sit on the edge of the precip and watch the sun set in the sea™8he came on horseback from her home toward the village to spend Sunday with the nuns. She got off her horsc wid she saw me, and lit a cigarette. "What do you do here all alone?" she asked in French. I replied that I was tryiog to imagine myself there fifty years earlier, when the meddle- some white sang very low in the con- cert of the island powers. "The people were happier then, I suppose," she said meditatively, 'But it does not. attract me. I would like to see the world I read of." She sat beside me on the rock, her delicately-modeled chin on her pink palm, and gazed at the colors fading from vivid gold and rose to yellow and mauve on the sky and sea. The quietness of the scene, the gathering, twilight, perhaps, too, something in the fact that'l was a white man and & stranger, broke down her reserve. "But with whom can I see the world?" she said with sudden pas- sion. "Money--I have fit. 1 don't want it. I want to be loved. I want a man. What shall I do? I cannot IMArry a native, fdr they do not think as I do. I--I dread to marry a Frenchman. You know le droit du mari? A French wife has no freedom. "Your islands here are more beau- tiful than any of the developed coun- tries," I sald. "There are many thie- ves, there, too, to take your money." "I have read that," ghe answered, "and I am not afraid; I am afraid of nothing. I want to know a different life than here. I will at least go to Tahiti. I am tired of the convent. The nuns talk always of religion, and 1 am young, and I am half French. We dle young, most of us, and I have had no pleasure." I saw her black eyes, as she puffed her cigarette, shining with her vis- n. : "It is love I want," she said. Love and freédom. We women are used to having our own way. I know the nuns would be horrified, but I shall bind myself to no man". The last colors of the sunset faded slowly on the sea, and the world was a soft gray filled with the radiance of the rising moon. I rése and when Mile. N--- had mounted I strolled ehead of her horse in the moonlight. 1 was wearing a tuberose over my ear, and she remarked jt. "You know what that signifies? If 3 man seeks a woman, he wears a white Slower ever his ear, and if his love grows-ardemt, he wears a red rose or hibisuces. But if he tires, ht buts some green thing in their place Bon dieu! That is the depth of ip uominy for the woman scorned. There was in her manner a melan choly and a longing. "Tahitians wear flowers all tht j day," I said. They are gay, and life | Is pleasant upon their island. Ther¢ are automobiles by the score, cine mas, singing, and dancing every eve { ning, and many Europeans and Ames { ricans. With money you could havi everything." | "It is not singing and dancing | | desire!" she exclaimed. 'Pas de tout] * | I must know more people, and nof | people like priests and these copra dealers. I have read in novels of mes who are like gods, who are bold and | strong, but who make their omet { happy. Do you know an officep Zelee, with hair like a ripe banana} { He is tall and plays the banjo, I saw | him one time long ago when the wart ships were here, He was on the Gow ernor's veranda. Oh, thawas long | 880, but such a young man would be | the man that I want." Her Marquesan blood was "speaks | Ing in that cry of the heart, unre+ strained and passidnate. We were about to cross the stream by my cabin, and I mounted the hors¢ behind her to save a wetting, She turned impulsively and looked at me, her lovely face close to mine, h dark eyes burning, and her hof breath on my cheek. "Write to me when you are in hitl, and tell me if you think I woul be happy there," she said imploring: ly. "I have no friends here except the nuns. I need so much to £0 away, [ am dying here." Coming up my trail a few dayd later, I found on my paepae a shabe+ bily dressed little bag-of-bones of # white man with a dirty gray beard and a harsh voice like that of Baun+ fre. He had a note to me from Le Brunnec, introducing M. Lemoal; born in Brest, a naturalized Ameri: can. The note was sealed, and I put it carefully away before turning to my visitor. It read: ' "I send you a specimen of the Mars quesan beaches, so that you can have a little fun. This fellow have a very tremendous life. He is an old sallor, private, gold-minep, Chinese-h&uger; thief, robber, honest-man baker, tra« der; in a word, an interesting type. With the aid of several glasses of wine I have put him in the mood to talk delightfully." A low-browed man sapped and ruthless, had adventured. "I saw you with that daughter of Liha-Liha," he sald, using the native name of the dead millionaire. 'You be careful. One time I baked bread in Taada. My oven was near this plantation. I saw that girl come into the woods and take off her dress. She had a mirror to see her b k, and I looked, and the sun shone What she saw, I saw--a pateh of white. She is a leper, that rich girl" The man was like a snake to me, I threw: away the glass he had drunk from. And yet--was it idle curiosity, or was it fear of being shut away in the valley outside Papeite by the Quarantine officers, that made her ask me that question about the segre- gation of lepers? 3 Lihi-Liha had spent thirty years making money. 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