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September 28, 2012

September 28, 1891

Herman Melville (August 1, 1819 to  September 28, 1891), the major writer America has produced, was not so recognized during his lifetime. His first book however, Typee: A Peep at Polynesian Life, (1846) was very popular.  It painted a picture of a life so variant from that of Americans that the subject carried its own fascination. 
.....I grieve to state so distressing a fact, but the inhabitants of Typee were in the habit of devouring fish much in the same way that a civilized being would eat a radish.

Such are the details that paint a astute picture of life on a South Seas island.     Melville's pictures are clear, and clearly foreign; here is another excerpt:

CHAPTER XXVIII. Natural History of the Valley—Golden Lizards—Tameness of the Birds— Mosquitos—Flies—Dogs—A Solitary Cat—The Climate—The Cocoa-nut Tree—Singular modes of climbing it—An agile young Chief—Fearlessness of the Children—Too-Joo and the Cocoa-nut Tree—The Birds of the Valley.

There were some curious loooking dogs in the valley. Dogs! —big, hairless rats rather; all with smooth, shining, speckled hides—fat sides, and very disagreeable faces. Whence could they have come. That they were not the indigenous production of the region, I am firmly convinced.  Indeed, they seemed aware of their being interlopers, looking fairly ashamed, and always trying to hide themselves in some dark corner.  It was plain enough they did not feel at home in the vale—that they wished themselves well out of it, and back to the ugly country from which they must have come.  Scurvy curs! they were my abhorrence; I should have liked nothing better than to have been the death of every one of them.  In fact, on one occasion,  I intimated the propriety of a canine crusade to Mehevi; but the benevolent king would not consent to it. He heard me very patiently; but when I had finished, shook his head, and told me in confidence, that they were "taboo." 

As for the animal that made the fortune of my lord mayor Whittington, I shall never forget the day that I was lying in the house about noon, everybody else being fast asleep; and happening to raise my eyes, met those of a big black spectral cat, which sat erect in the doorway, looking at me with its frightful goggling green orbs, like one of those monstrous imps that tormented some of the olden saints! I am one of those unfortunate persons, to whom the sight of these animals is at any time an insufferable annoyance. Thus constitutionally averse to cats in general, the unexpected apparition of this one in particular utterly confounded me. When I had a little recovered from the fascination of its glance,  I started up;  the cat fled, and emboldened by this, I rushed out of the house in pursuit; but it had disappeared. It was the only time I ever saw one in the valley, and how it got there I cannot imagine.  It is just possible that it might have escaped from one of the ships at Nukuheva.  It was in vain to seek information on the subject from the natives,  since none of them had seen the animal, the appearance of which remains a mystery to me to this day.

Among the few animals which are to be met with in Typee, there was none which I looked upon with more interest than a beautiful golden-hued species of lizard.  It measured perhaps five inches from head to tail, and was most gracefully proportioned.  Numbers of those creatures were to be seen basking in the sunshine upon the thatching of the houses, and multitudes at all hours of the day showed their glittering sides as they ran frolicking between the spears of grass, or raced in troops up and down the tall shafts of the cocoa-nut trees. But the remarkable beauty of these little animals and their lively ways were not their only claims upon my admiration. They were perfectly tame and insensible to fear.  Frequently, after seating myself upon the ground in some shady place during the heat of the day,  I would be completely overrun with them.  If I brushed one off my arm, it would leap perhaps into my hair: when I tried to frighten it away by gently pinching its leg, it would turn for protection to the very hand that attacked it....[T]this was the very place to have gone birding ...I remember that once, on an uninhabited island of the Gallipagos, a bird alighted on my outstretched arm, while its mate chirped from an adjoining tree.  Its tameness, far from shocking me, as a similar occurrence did Selkirk,  imparted to me the most exquisite thrill of delight I ever experienced; and with somewhat of the same pleasure did I afterwards behold the birds and lizards of the valley show their confidence in the kindliness of man.



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