Some time before the day fixed for our departure, we were busy storing the gifts so liberally showered upon us by our eager friends.Hundreds of bunches of bananas, many thousands of oranges, yams, taro, chillies, fowls, and pigs were accumulated, until the ship looked like a huge market-boat.But we could not persuade any of the natives to ship with us to replace those whoso contract was now expiring.Samuela and Polly were, after much difficulty, prevailed upon by me to go with us to New Zealand, much to my gratification; but still we were woefully short-banded, At last, seeing that there was no help for it, the skipper decided to run over to Futuna, or Horn Island, where he felt certain of obtaining recruits without any trouble.He did so most unwillingly, as may well be believed, for the newcomers would need much training, while our present Kanaka auxiliaries were the smartest men in the ship.
The slop-chest was largely drawn upon, to the credit of the crew, who wished in some tangible way to show their appreciation of the unremitting kindness shown them by their dusky friends.Not a whisper had been uttered by any native as to desire of remuneration for what he had given.If they expected a return, they certainly exercised great control over themselves in keeping their wishes quiet.But when they received the clothing, all utterly unsuited to their requirements as it was, their beaming faces eloquently proclaimed the reality of their joy.Heavy woollen shirts, thick cloth trousers and jackets, knitted socks;but acceptable beyond all was a pilot-suit--warm enough for the Channel in winter.Happy above all power of expression was he who secured it.With an eared cloth cap and a pair of half boots, to complete his preposterous rig, no Bond Street exquisite could feel more calmly conscious of being a well-dressed man than he.From henceforth he would be the observed of all observers at chapel on Sunday, exciting worldly desires and aspirations among his cooler but coveting fellow-worshippers.
The ladies fared very badly, until the skipper, with a twinkling eye, announced that he had "dug up" some rolls of "cloth"(calico), which he was prepared to supply us with at reasonable rates.Being of rather pretty pattern, it went off like hot pies, and as the "fathoms" of gaudy, flimsy material were distributed to the delighted fafines, their shrill cries of gratitude were almost deafening.
Inexorable time brought round the morning of our departure.
Willing hands lifted our anchor, and hoisted the sails, so that we had nothing to do but look on.A scarcely perceptible breeze, stealing softly over the tree-tops, filled our upper canvas, sparing us the labour of towing her out of the little bay where we had lain so long, and gradually wafted us away from its lovely shores, amid the fast-flowing tears of the great crowd.With multitudinous cries of "Ofa, al-ofa, papalang" ringing in our ears ("Good-bye; good-bye, white man"), we rounded the point, and, with increasing pace, bore away through the outlying islands for the open sea.There was a strong trade blowing, ****** the old barky caper like a dancing-master, which long unfamiliar motion almost disagreed with some of us, after our long quiet.
Under its hastening influence we made such good time that before dinner Vau Vau had faded into nothingness, mingling like the clouds with the soft haze on the horizon, from henceforth only a memory.
