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- # CHAPTER XCVI. Samoa A Surgeon
## Overview
This chapter, titled "Samoa A Surgeon," is part of the novel [Mardi: And a Voyage Thither](arke:01KG8AJA6157W2830190N652KA). It was extracted from the file [mardi_vol1.txt](arke:01KG89J1HYC04JWXEK48P07WPK) and is part of the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. This chapter follows [CHAPTER XCV. That Jolly Old Lord Borabolla Laughs On Both Sides Of His Face](arke:01KG8AJWVXP1AG1AXTK9P7B2C5) and precedes [CHAPTER XCVII. Faith And Knowledge](arke:01KG8AJWVXMWPHPX0CZVACG69Q).
## Context
The narrative focuses on an incident involving a sea-diver named Karhownoo, who is injured while retrieving turtles from the Mardian reef. After being brought ashore, the king's divers seek assistance from Samoa, a one-armed Upoluan known for his surgical skills. King Borabolla entrusts the injured diver to Samoa's care.
## Contents
The chapter details Samoa's surgical procedure, referred to as "Tomoti" or "head-mending," which involves trepanning the diver's fractured skull. Samoa uses a bamboo splinter and a cocoa-nut shell cup to perform the operation. Despite Samoa's apparent success and the admiration of the onlookers, the diver is discovered to be dead. The event leads to a discussion on surgery, and Samoa recounts a related story.
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- CHAPTER XCVI.
Samoa A Surgeon
The second day of our stay in Mondoldo was signalized by a noteworthy
exhibition of the surgical skill of Samoa; who had often boasted, that
though well versed in the science of breaking men’s heads, he was
equally an adept in mending their crockery.
Overnight, Borabolla had directed his corps of sea-divers to repair
early on the morrow, to a noted section of the great Mardian reef, for
the purpose of procuring for our regalement some of the fine
Hawk’s-bill turtle, whose secret retreats were among the cells and
galleries of that submerged wall of coral, from whose foamy coping no
plummet dropped ever yet touched bottom.
These turtles were only to be obtained by diving far down under the
surface; and then swimming along horizontally, and peering into the
coral honeycomb; snatching at a flipper when seen, as at a pinion in a
range of billing dove-cotes.
As the king’s divers were thus employed, one of them, Karhownoo by
name, perceived a Devil-shark, so called, swimming wistfully toward him
from out his summer grotto in the reef. No way petrified by the sight,
and pursuing the usual method adopted by these divers in such
emergencies, Karhownoo, splashing the water, instantly swam toward the
stranger. But the shark, undaunted, advanced: a thing so unusual, and
fearful, that, in an agony of fright, the diver shot up for the
surface. Heedless, he looked not up as he went; and when within a few
inches of the open air, dashed his head against a projection of the
reef. He would have sank into the live tomb beneath, were it not that
three of his companions, standing on the brink, perceived his peril,
and dragged him into safety.
Seeing the poor fellow was insensible, they endeavored, ineffectually,
to revive him; and at last, placing him in their canoe, made all haste
for the shore. Here a crowd soon gathered, and the diver was borne to a
habitation, close adjoining Borabolla’s; whence, hearing of the
disaster, we sallied out to render assistance.
Upon entering the hut, the benevolent old king commanded it to be
cleared; and then proceeded to examine the sufferer.
The skull proved to be very badly fractured; in one place, splintered.
“Let me mend it,” said Samoa, with ardor.
And being told of his experience in such matters, Borabolla surrendered
the patient.
With a gourd of water, and a tappa cloth, the one-armed Upoluan
carefully washed the wound; and then calling for a sharp splinter of
bamboo, and a thin, semi-transparent cup of cocoa-nut shell, he went
about the operation: nothing less than the “Tomoti” (head-mending), in
other words the trepan.
The patient still continuing insensible, the fragments were disengaged
by help of a bamboo scalpel; when a piece of the drinking
cup—previously dipped in the milk of a cocoanut—was nicely fitted into
the vacancy, the skin as nicely adjusted over it, and the operation was
complete.
And now, while all present were crying out in admiration of Samoa’s
artistic skill, and Samoa himself stood complacently regarding his
workmanship, Babbalanja suggested, that it might be well to ascertain
whether the patient survived. When, upon sounding his heart, the diver
was found to be dead.
The bystanders loudly lamented; but declared the surgeon a man of
marvelous science.
Returning to Borabolla’s, much conversation ensued, concerning the sad
scene we had witnessed, which presently branched into a learned
discussion upon matters of surgery at large.
At length, Samoa regaled the company with a story; for the truth of
which no one but him can vouch, for no one but him was by, at the time;
though there is testimony to show that it involves nothing at variance
with the customs of certain barbarous tribes.
Read on.
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- CHAPTER XCVI.
Samoa A Surgeon