第63章 A PAUMOTUAN FUNERAL(1)

NO,I had no guess of these men's terrors.Yet I had received ere that a hint,if I had understood;and the occasion was a funeral.

A little apart in the main avenue of Rotoava,in a low hut of leaves that opened on a small enclosure,like a pigsty on a pen,an old man dwelt solitary with his aged wife.Perhaps they were too old to migrate with the others;perhaps they were too poor,and had no possessions to dispute.At least they had remained behind;and it thus befell that they were invited to my feast.I dare say it was quite a piece of politics in the pigsty whether to come or not to come,and the husband long swithered between curiosity and age,till curiosity conquered,and they came,and in the midst of that last merrymaking death tapped him on the shoulder.For some days,when the sky was bright and the wind cool,his mat would be spread in the main highway of the village,and he was to be seen lying there inert,a mere handful of a man,his wife inertly seated by his head.They seemed to have outgrown alike our needs and faculties;they neither spoke nor listened;they suffered us to pass without a glance;the wife did not fan,she seemed not to attend upon her husband,and the two poor antiques sat juxtaposed under the high canopy of palms,the human tragedy reduced to its bare elements,a sight beyond pathos,stirring a thrill of curiosity.And yet there was one touch of the pathetic haunted me:that so much youth and expectation should have run in these starved veins,and the man should have squandered all his lees of life on a pleasure party.

On the morning of 17th September the sufferer died,and,time pressing,he was buried the same day at four.The cemetery lies to seaward behind Government House;broken coral,like so much road-metal,forms the surface;a few wooden crosses,a few inconsiderable upright stones,designate graves;a mortared wall,high enough to lean on,rings it about;a clustering shrub surrounds it with pale leaves.Here was the grave dug that morning,doubtless by uneasy diggers,to the sound of the nigh sea and the cries of sea-birds;meanwhile the dead man waited in his house,and the widow and another aged woman leaned on the fence before the door,no speech upon their lips,no speculation in their eyes.

Sharp at the hour the procession was in march,the coffin wrapped in white and carried by four bearers;mourners behind -not many,for not many remained in Rotoava,and not many in black,for these were poor;the men in straw hats,white coats,and blue trousers or the gorgeous parti-coloured pariu,the Tahitian kilt;the women,with a few exceptions,brightly habited.Far in the rear came the widow,painfully carrying the dead man's mat;a creature aged beyond humanity,to the likeness of some missing link.

The dead man had been a Mormon;but the Mormon clergyman was gone with the rest to wrangle over boundaries in the adjacent isle,and a layman took his office.Standing at the head of the open grave,in a white coat and blue pariu,his Tahitian Bible in his hand and one eye bound with a red handkerchief,he read solemnly that chapter in Job which has been read and heard over the bones of so many of our fathers,and with a good voice offered up two prayers.

The wind and the surf bore a burthen.By the cemetery gate a mother in crimson suckled an infant rolled in blue.In the midst the widow sat upon the ground and polished one of the coffin-stretchers with a piece of coral;a little later she had turned her back to the grave and was playing with a leaf.Did she understand?

God knows.The officiant paused a moment,stooped,and gathered and threw reverently on the coffin a handful of rattling coral.

Dust to dust:but the grains of this dust were gross like cherries,and the true dust that was to follow sat near by,still cohering (as by a miracle)in the tragic semblance of a female ape.

So far,Mormon or not,it was a Christian funeral.The well-known passage had been read from Job,the prayers had been rehearsed,the grave was filled,the mourners straggled homeward.With a little coarser grain of covering earth,a little nearer outcry of the sea,a stronger glare of sunlight on the rude enclosure,and some incongruous colours of attire,the well-remembered form had been observed.