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- CHAPTER LXXI.
They Land Upon The Island Of Juam
Crossing the lagoon, our course now lay along the reef to Juam; a name
bestowed upon one of the largest islands hereabout; and also,
collectively, upon several wooded isles engulfing it, which together
were known as the dominions of one monarch. That monarch was Donjalolo.
Just turned of twenty-five, he was accounted not only the handsomest
man in his dominions, but throughout the lagoon. His comeliness,
however, was so feminine, that he was sometimes called “Fonoo,” or the
Girl.
Our first view of Juam was imposing. A dark green pile of cliffs,
towering some one hundred toises; at top, presenting a range of steep,
gable-pointed projections; as if some Titanic hammer and chisel had
shaped the mass.
Sailing nearer, we perceived an extraordinary rolling of the sea; which
bursting into the lagoon through an adjoining breach in the reef,
surged toward Juam in enormous billows. At last, dashing against the
wall of the cliff; they played there in unceasing fountains. But under
the brow of a beetling crag, the spray came and went unequally. There,
the blue billows seemed swallowed up, and lost.
Right regally was Juam guarded. For, at this point, the rock was
pierced by a cave, into which the great waves chased each other like
lions; after a hollow, subterraneous roaring issuing forth with manes
disheveled.
Cautiously evading the dangerous currents here ruffling the lagoon, we
rounded the wall of cliff; and shot upon a smooth expanse; on one side,
hemmed in by the long, verdent, northern shore of Juam; and across the
water, sentineled by its tributary islets.
With sonorous Vee-Vee in the shark’s mouth, we swept toward the beach,
tumultuous with a throng.
Our canoes were secured. And surrounded by eager glances, we passed the
lower ends of several populous valleys; and crossing a wide, open
meadow, gradually ascending, came to a range of light-green bluffs.
Here, we wended our way down a narrow defile, almost cleaving this
quarter of the island to its base. Black crags frowned overhead: among
them the shouts of the Islanders reverberated. Yet steeper grew the
defile, and more overhanging the crags till at last, the keystone of
the arch seemed dropped into its place. We found ourselves in a
subterranean tunnel, dimly lighted by a span of white day at the end.
Emerging, what a scene was revealed! All round, embracing a circuit of
some three leagues, stood heights inaccessible, here and there, forming
buttresses, sheltering deep recesses between. The bosom of the place
was vivid with verdure.
Shining aslant into this wild hollow, the afternoon sun lighted up its
eastern side with tints of gold. But opposite, brooded a somber shadow,
double-shading the secret places between the salient spurs of the
mountains. Thus cut in twain by masses of day and night, it seemed as
if some Last Judgment had been enacted in the glen.
No sooner did we emerge from the defile, than we became sensible of a
dull, jarring sound; and Yoomy was almost tempted to turn and flee,
when informed that the sea-cavern, whose mouth we had passed, was
believed to penetrate deep into the opposite hills; and that the
surface of the amphitheater was depressed beneath that of the lagoon.
But all over the lowermost hillsides, and sloping into the glen, stood
grand old groves; still and stately, as if no insolent waves were
throbbing in the mountain’s heart.
Such was Willamilla, the hereditary abode of the young monarch of Juam.
Was Yillah immured in this strange retreat? But from those around us
naught could we learn.
Our attention was now directed to the habitations of the glen;
comprised in two handsome villages; one to the west, the other to the
east; both stretching along the base of the cliffs.
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