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- CHAPTER LXXV.
A RAMBLE THROUGH THE SETTLEMENT
The following morning, making our toilets carefully, we donned our
sombreros, and sallied out on a tour. Without meaning to reveal our
designs upon the court, our principal object was, to learn what chances
there were for white men to obtain employment under the queen. On this
head, it is true, we had questioned Po-Po; but his answers had been
very discouraging; so we determined to obtain further information
elsewhere.
But, first, to give some little description of the village.
The settlement of Partoowye is nothing more than some eighty houses,
scattered here and there, in the midst of an immense grove, where the
trees have been thinned out and the underbrush cleared away. Through
the grove flows a stream; and the principal avenue crosses it, over an
elastic bridge of cocoa-nut trunks, laid together side by side. The
avenue is broad, and serpentine; well shaded from one end to the other,
and as pretty a place for a morning promenade as any lounger could
wish. The houses, constructed without the slightest regard to the road,
peep into view from among the trees on either side: some looking you
right in the face as you pass, and others, without any manners, turning
their backs. Occasionally you observe a rural retreat, inclosed by a
picket of bamboos, or with a solitary pane of glass massively framed in
the broadside of the dwelling, or with a rude, strange-looking door,
swinging upon dislocated wooden hinges. Otherwise, the dwellings are
built in the original style of the natives; and never mind how mean and
filthy some of them may appear within, they all look picturesque enough
without.
As we sauntered along the people we met saluted us pleasantly, and
invited us into their houses; and in this way we made a good many brief
morning calls. But the hour could not have been the fashionable one in
Partoowye, since the ladies were invariably in dishabille. But they
always gave us a cordial reception, and were particularly polite to the
doctor; caressing him, and amorously hanging about his neck;
wonderfully taken up, in short, with a gay handkerchief he wore there.
Arfretee had that morning bestowed it upon the pious youth.
With some exceptions, the general appearance of the natives of
Partoowye was far better than that of the inhabitants of Papeetee: a
circumstance only to be imputed to their restricted intercourse with
foreigners.
Strolling on, we turned a sweep of the road, when the doctor gave a
start; and no wonder. Right before us, in the grove, was a block of
houses: regular square frames, boarded over, furnished with windows and
doorways, and two stories high. We ran up and found them fast going to
decay: very dingy, and here and there covered with moss; no sashes, no
doors; and on one side, the entire block had settled down nearly a
foot. On going into the basement we looked clean up through the
unbearded timbers to the roof; where rays of light, glimmering through
many a chink, illuminated the cobwebs which swung all round.
The whole interior was dark and close. Burrowing among some old mats in
one corner, like a parcel of gipsies in a ruin, were a few vagabond
natives. They had their dwelling here.
Curious to know who on earth could have been thus trying to improve the
value of real estate in Partoowye, we made inquiries; and learned that
some years previous the block had been thrown up by a veritable Yankee
(one might have known that), a house-carpenter by trade, and a bold,
enterprising fellow by nature.
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