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These, Samoa’s knife soon parted; when lifting the\r\nlight tent, we speedily transferred it to the Chamois; a wild yell\r\ngoing up from the Islanders, which drowned the faint cries of the\r\nmaiden. But we heeded not the din. Toss in the fruit, hanging from the\r\naltar-prow! It was done; and then running up our sail, we glided\r\naway;—Chamois, tent, hostages, and all. Rushing to the now vacant stern\r\nof their canoe, the Islanders once more lifted up their hands and their\r\nvoices in curses.\r\n\r\nA suitable distance gained, we paused to fling overboard the arms we\r\nhad taken; and Jarl proceeded to liberate the hostages.\r\n\r\nMeanwhile, I entered the tent, and by many tokens, sought to allay the\r\nmaiden’s alarm. Thus engaged, violent plunges were heard: our prisoners\r\ntaking to the sea to regain their canoe. All dripping, they were\r\nreceived by their brethren with wild caresses.\r\n\r\nFrom something now said by the captives, the rest seemed suddenly\r\ninspirited with hopes of revenge; again wildly shaking their spears,\r\njust before picked up from the sea. With great clamor and confusion\r\nthey soon set their mat-sail; and instead of sailing southward for\r\nTedaidee, or northward for Amma their home, they steered straight after\r\nus, in our wake.\r\n\r\nForemost in the prow stood three; javelins poised for a dart; at\r\nintervals, raising a yell.\r\n\r\nDid they mean to pursue me? Full in my rear they came on, baying like\r\nhounds on their game. Yillah trembled at their cries. My own heart beat\r\nhard with undefinable dread. The corpse of Aleema seemed floating\r\nbefore: its avengers were raging behind.\r\n\r\nBut soon these phantoms departed. For very soon it appeared that in\r\nvain the pagans pursued. Their craft, our fleet Chamois outleaped. And\r\nfarther and farther astern dropped the evil-boding canoe, till at last\r\nbut a speck; when a great swell of the sea surged up before it, and it\r\nwas seen no more. Samoa swore that it must have swamped, and gone down.\r\nBut however it was, my heart lightened apace. I saw none but ourselves\r\non the sea: I remembered that our keel left no track as it sailed.\r\n\r\nLet the Oregon Indian through brush, bramble, and brier, hunt his\r\nenemy’s trail, far over the mountains and down in the vales; comes he\r\nto the water, he snuffs idly in air.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nCHAPTER XLV.\r\nReminiscences\r\n\r\n\r\nIn resecuing the gentle Yillah from the hands of the Islanders, a\r\ndesign seemed accomplished. But what was now to be done? Here, in our\r\nadventurous Chamois, was a damsel more lovely than the flushes of\r\nmorning; and for companions, whom had she but me and my comrades?\r\nBesides, her bosom still throbbed with alarms, her fancies all roving\r\nthrough mazes.\r\n\r\nHow subdue these dangerous imaginings? How gently dispel them?\r\n\r\nBut one way there was: to lead her thoughts toward me, as her friend\r\nand preserver; and a better and wiser than Aleema the priest. Yet could\r\nnot this be effected but by still maintaining my assumption of a divine\r\norigin in the blessed isle of Oroolia; and thus fostering in her heart\r\nthe mysterious interest, with which from the first she had regarded me.\r\nBut if punctilious reserve on the part of her deliverer should teach\r\nher to regard him as some frigid stranger from the Arctic Zone, what\r\nsympathy could she have for him? and hence, what peace of mind, having\r\nno one else to cling to?\r\n\r\nNow re-entering the tent, she again inquired where tarried Aleema.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJS9RQ86TKSRCPV23G8NH","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1HYC04JWXEK48P07WPK","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AM0FSGADD52Y9WFRY95DF","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AM0FS0FG94DHFJ8SFQEC4","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:23.038Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:29.781Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}