Persons were detailed to wait upon us.Uncle Parker,who brought us toddy and green nuts,was an elderly,almost an old man,with the spirits,the industry,and the morals of a boy of ten.
His face was ancient,droll,and diabolical,the skin stretched over taut sinews,like a sail on the guide-rope;and he smiled with every muscle of his head.His nuts must be counted every day,or he would deceive us in the tale;they must be daily examined,or some would prove to be unhusked;nothing but the king's name,and scarcely that,would hold him to his duty.After his toils were over he was given a pipe,matches,and tobacco,and sat on the floor in the maniap'to smoke.He would not seem to move from his position,and yet every day,when the things fell to be returned the plug had disappeared;he had found the means to conceal it in the roof,whence he could radiantly produce it on the morrow.
Although this piece of legerdemain was performed regularly before three or four pairs of eyes,we could never catch him in the fact;although we searched after he was gone,we could never find the tobacco.Such were the diversions of Uncle Parker,a man nearing sixty.But he was punished according unto his deeds:Mrs.
Stevenson took a fancy to paint him,and the sufferings of the sitter were beyond deion.
Three lasses came from the palace to do our washing and racket with Ah Fu.They were of the lowest class,hangers-on kept for the convenience of merchant skippers,probably low-born,perhaps out-islanders,with little refinement whether of manner or appearance,but likely and jolly enough wenches in their way.We called one GUTTERSNIPE,for you may find her image in the slums of any city;the same lean,dark-eyed,eager,vulgar face,the same sudden,hoarse guffaws,the same forward and yet anxious manner,as with a tail of an eye on the policeman:only the policeman here was a live king,and his truncheon a rifle.I doubt if you could find anywhere out of the islands,or often there,the parallel of FATTY,a mountain of a girl,who must have weighed near as many stones as she counted summers,could have given a good account of a life-guardsman,had the face of a baby,and applied her vast mechanical forces almost exclusively to play.But they were all three of the same merry spirit.Our washing was conducted in a game of romps;and they fled and pursued,and splashed,and pelted,and rolled each other in the sand,and kept up a continuous noise of cries and laughter like holiday children.Indeed,and however strange their own function in that austere establishment,were they not escaped for the day from the largest and strictest Ladies'School in the South Seas?
Our fifth attendant was no less a person than the royal cook.He was strikingly handsome both in face and body,lazy as a slave,and insolent as a butcher's boy.He slept and smoked on our premises in various graceful attitudes;but so far from helping Ah Fu,he was not at the pains to watch him.It may be said of him that he came to learn,and remained to teach;and his lessons were at times difficult to stomach.For example,he was sent to fill a bucket from the well.About half-way he found my wife watering her onions,changed buckets with her,and leaving her the empty,returned to the kitchen with the full.On another occasion he was given a dish of dumplings for the king,was told they must be eaten hot,and that he should carry them as fast as possible.The wretch set off at the rate of about a mile in the hour,head in air,toes turned out.My patience,after a month of trial,failed me at the sight.I pursued,caught him by his two big shoulders,and thrusting him before me,ran with him down the hill,over the sands,and through the applauding village,to the Speak House,where the king was then holding a pow-wow.He had the impudence to pretend he was internally injured by my violence,and to profess serious apprehensions for his life.
All this we endured;for the ways of Tembinok'are summary,and Iwas not yet ripe to take a hand in the man's death.But in the meanwhile,here was my unfortunate China boy slaving for the pair,and presently he fell sick.I was now in the position of Cimondain Lantenac,and indeed all the characters in QUATRE-VINGT-TREIZE:to continue to spare the guilty,I must sacrifice the innocent.Itook the usual course and tried to save both,with the usual consequence of failure.Well rehearsed,I went down to the palace,found the king alone,and obliged him with a vast amount of rigmarole.The cook was too old to learn:I feared he was not ****** progress;how if we had a boy instead?-boys were more teachable.It was all in vain;the king pierced through my disguises to the root of the fact;saw that the cook had desperately misbehaved;and sat a while glooming.'I think he tavvy too much,'he said at last,with grim concision;and immediately turned the talk to other subjects.The same day another high officer,the steward,appeared in the cook's place,and,I am bound to say,proved civil and industrious.
