{"id":"01KG8AKWQKB80SCBXTECYM4EMR","cid":"bafkreifma7e4o6jtxnpbjckvy6idfamjoteaidwmzvo44bwzvwp2254pim","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":10028,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:15.153Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG89J1H7Y803CZ7X80F0QFHZ","start_line":9957,"text":"CHAPTER LXXIII.\r\nOUR RECEPTION IN PARTOOWYE\r\n\r\n\r\nUpon starting, at last, I flung away my sandals—by this time quite worn\r\nout—with the view of keeping company with the doctor, now forced to go\r\nbarefooted. Recovering his spirits in good time, he protested that\r\nboots were a bore after all, and going without them decidedly manly.\r\n\r\nThis was said, be it observed, while strolling along over a soft carpet\r\nof grass; a little moist, even at midday, from the shade of the wood\r\nthrough which we were passing.\r\n\r\nEmerging from this we entered upon a blank, sandy tract, upon which the\r\nsun’s rays fairly flashed; making the loose gravel under foot well nigh\r\nas hot as the floor of an oven. Such yelling and leaping as there was\r\nin getting over this ground would be hard to surpass. We could not have\r\ncrossed at all—until toward sunset—had it not been for a few small,\r\nwiry bushes growing here and there, into which we every now and then\r\nthrust our feet to cool. There was no little judgment necessary in\r\nselecting your bush; for if not chosen judiciously, the chances were\r\nthat, on springing forward again, and finding the next bush so far off\r\nthat an intermediate cooling was indispensable, you would have to run\r\nback to your old place again.\r\n\r\nSafely passing the Sahara, or Fiery Desert, we soothed our\r\nhalf-blistered feet by a pleasant walk through a meadow of long grass,\r\nwhich soon brought us in sight of a few straggling houses, sheltered by\r\na grove on the outskirts of the village of Partoowye.\r\n\r\nMy comrade was for entering the first one we came to; but, on drawing\r\nnear, they had so much of an air of pretension, at least for native\r\ndwellings, that I hesitated; thinking they might be the residences of\r\nthe higher chiefs, from whom no very extravagant welcome was to be\r\nanticipated.\r\n\r\nWhile standing irresolute, a voice from the nearest house hailed us:\r\n“Aramai! aramai, karhowree!” (Come in! come in, strangers!)\r\n\r\nWe at once entered, and were warmly greeted. The master of the house\r\nwas an aristocratic-looking islander, dressed in loose linen drawers, a\r\nfine white shirt, and a sash of red silk tied about the waist, after\r\nthe fashion of the Spaniards in Chili. He came up to us with a free,\r\nfrank air, and, striking his chest with his hand, introduced himself as\r\nEreemear Po-Po; or, to render the Christian name back again into\r\nEnglish—Jeremiah Po-Po.\r\n\r\nThese curious combinations of names among the people of the Society\r\nIslands originate in the following way. When a native is baptized, his\r\npatronymic often gives offence to the missionaries, and they insist\r\nupon changing to something else whatever is objectionable therein. So,\r\nwhen Jeremiah came to the font, and gave his name as Narmo-Nana Po-Po\r\n(something equivalent to The-Darer-of-Devils-by-Night), the reverend\r\ngentleman officiating told him that such a heathenish appellation would\r\nnever do, and a substitute must be had; at least for the devil part of\r\nit. Some highly respectable Christian appellations were then submitted,\r\nfrom which the candidate for admission into the church was at liberty\r\nto choose. There was Adamo (Adam), Nooar (Noah), Daveedar (David),\r\nEarcobar (James), Eorna (John), Patoora (Peter), Ereemear (Jeremiah),\r\netc. And thus did he come to be named Jeremiah Po-Po; or,\r\nJeremiah-in-the-Dark—which he certainly was, I fancy, as to the\r\nridiculousness of his new cognomen.\r\n\r\nWe gave our names in return; upon which he bade us be seated; and,\r\nsitting down himself, asked us a great many questions, in mixed English\r\nand Tahitian. After giving some directions to an old man to prepare\r\nfood, our host’s wife, a large, benevolent-looking woman, upwards of\r\nforty, also sat down by us. In our soiled and travel-stained\r\nappearance, the good lady seemed to find abundant matter for\r\ncommiseration; and all the while kept looking at us piteously, and\r\nmaking mournful exclamations.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJNJBC2VNN4PS9QE2Q060","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1H7Y803CZ7X80F0QFHZ","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKWQQ556E1D4CDA046RCN","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:19.187Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:32.387Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}