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- # CHAPTER XL. Sire And Sons
## Overview
This is chapter XL, titled "Sire And Sons," from the novel *Mardi: And a Voyage Thither*. It was extracted from the file `mardi_vol1.txt`.
## Context
This chapter is part of the larger work *Mardi: And a Voyage Thither*, a novel by Herman Melville, which is included in the collection "Melville Complete Works." This chapter follows "CHAPTER XXXIX. They Fall In With Strangers" and precedes "CHAPTER XLI. A Fray."
## Contents
This chapter details an encounter between the narrator's party and a canoe of Islanders. The narrator attempts to establish peaceful contact by offering handkerchiefs. The Islanders are described as a comely, youthful group, all bearing a remarkable resemblance to each other, which is later revealed to be because they are the sons of an elder named Aaron, who is training them for the priesthood. The chapter focuses on the initial interactions, the description of the Islanders, and the narrator's observations about their familial resemblance and potential spiritual roles.
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- CHAPTER XL.
Sire And Sons
Seeing flight was useless, the Islanders again stopped their canoe, and
once more we cautiously drew nearer; myself crying out to them not to
be fearful; and Samoa, with the odd humor of his race, averring that he
had known every soul of them from his infancy.
We approached within two or three yards; when we paused, which somewhat
allayed their alarm. Fastening a red China handkerchief to the blade of
our long mid-ship oar, I waved it in the air. A lively clapping of
hands, and many wild exclamations.
While yet waving the flag, I whispered to Jarl to give the boat a sheer
toward the canoe, which being adroitly done, brought the bow, where I
stood, still nearer to the Islanders. I then dropped the silk among
them; and the Islander, who caught it, at once handed it to the warlike
old man with the sling; who, on seating himself, spread it before him;
while the rest crowding round, glanced rapidly from the wonderful gift,
to the more wonderful donors.
This old man was the superior of the party. And Samoa asserted, that he
must be a priest of the country to which the Islanders belonged; that
the craft could be no other than one of their sacred canoes, bound on
some priestly voyage. All this he inferred from the altar- like prow,
and there being no women on board.
Bent upon conciliating the old priest, I dropped into the canoe another
silk handkerchief; while Samoa loudly exclaimed, that we were only
three men, and were peaceably inclined. Meantime, old Aaron, fastening
the two silks crosswise over his shoulders, like a brace of Highland
plaids, crosslegged sat, and eyed us.
It was a curious sight. The old priest, like a scroll of old parchment,
covered all over with hieroglyphical devices, harder to interpret, I’ll
warrant, than any old Sanscrit manuscript. And upon his broad brow,
deep-graven in wrinkles, were characters still more mysterious, which
no Champollion nor gipsy could have deciphered. He looked old as the
elderly hills; eyes sunken, though bright; and head white as the summit
of Mont Blanc.
The rest were a youthful and comely set: their complexion that of Gold
Sherry, and all tattooed after this pattern: two broad cross- stripes
on the chest and back; reaching down to the waist, like a
foot-soldier’s harness. Their faces were full of expression; and their
mouths were full of fine teeth; so that the parting of their lips, was
as the opening of pearl oysters. Marked, here and there, after the
style of Tahiti, with little round figures in blue, dotted in the
middle with a spot of vermilion, their brawny brown thighs looked not
unlike the gallant hams of Westphalia, spotted with the red dust of
Cayenne.
But what a marvelous resemblance in the features of all. Were they born
at one birth? This resemblance was heightened by their uniform marks.
But it was subsequently ascertained, that they were the children of one
sire; and that sire, old Aaron; who, no doubt, reposed upon his sons,
as an old general upon the trophies of his youth.
They were the children of as many mothers; and he was training them up
for the priesthood.
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