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Here he received another welcome from\r\nhis Nukuheva wives, and after some refreshments in the shape of cocoanut\r\nmilk and poee-poee, they entered a canoe (the Typee of course going\r\nalong) and paddled off to a whaleship which was anchored near the shore.\r\nThis was the vessel in want of men. Our own had sailed some time before.\r\nThe captain professed great pleasure at seeing Toby, but thought from\r\nhis exhausted appearance that he must be unfit for duty. However, he\r\nagreed to ship him, as well as his comrade, as soon as he should arrive.\r\nToby begged hard for an armed boat, in which to go round to Typee and\r\nrescue me, notwithstanding the promises of Jimmy. But this the captain\r\nwould not hear of, and told him to have patience, for the sailor would\r\nbe faithful to his word. When, too, he demanded the five silver dollars\r\nfor Jimmy, the captain was unwilling to give them. But Toby insisted\r\nupon it, as he now began to think that Jimmy might be a mere mercenary,\r\nwho would be sure to prove faithless if not well paid. Accordingly he\r\nnot only gave him the money, but took care to assure him, over and over\r\nagain, that as soon as he brought me aboard he would receive a still\r\nlarger sum.\r\n\r\nBefore sun-rise the next day, Jimmy and the Typee started in two of the\r\nship’s boats, which were manned by tabooed natives. Toby, of course, was\r\nall eagerness to go along, but the sailor told him that if he did, it\r\nwould spoil all; so, hard as it was, he was obliged to remain.\r\n\r\nTowards evening he was on the watch, and descried the boats turning the\r\nheadland and entering the bay. He strained his eyes, and thought he saw\r\nme; but I was not there. Descending from the mast almost distracted, he\r\ngrappled Jimmy as he struck the deck, shouting in a voice that startled\r\nhim, ‘Where is Tommo?’ The old fellow faltered, but soon recovering,\r\ndid all he could to soothe him, assuring him that it had proved to be\r\nimpossible to get me down to the shore that morning; assigning many\r\nplausible reasons, and adding that early on the morrow he was going to\r\nvisit the bay again in a French boat, when, if he did not find me on the\r\nbeach--as this time he certainly expected to--he would march right back\r\ninto the valley, and carry me away at all hazards. He, however, again\r\nrefused to allow Toby to accompany him. Now, situated as Toby was, his\r\nsole dependence for the present was upon this Jimmy, and therefore he\r\nwas fain to comfort himself as well as he could with what the old sailor\r\ntold him. The next morning, however, he had the satisfaction of seeing\r\nthe French boat start with Jimmy in it. Tonight, then, I will see him,\r\nthought Toby; but many a long day passed before he ever saw Tommo again.\r\nHardly was the boat out of sight, when the captain came forward and\r\nordered the anchor weighed; he was going to sea.\r\n\r\nVain were all Toby’s ravings--they were disregarded; and when he came to\r\nhimself, the sails were set, and the ship fast leaving the land.\r\n\r\n... ‘Oh!’ said he to me at our meeting, ‘what sleepless nights were\r\nmine. Often I started from my hammock, dreaming you were before me, and\r\nupbraiding me for leaving you on the island.’\r\n\r\n       . . . . . . .\r\n\r\nThere is little more to be related. Toby left this vessel at New\r\nZealand, and after some further adventures, arrived home in less than\r\ntwo years after leaving the Marquesas. He always thought of me as\r\ndead--and I had every reason to suppose that he too was no more; but a\r\nstrange meeting was in store for us, one which made Toby’s heart all the\r\nlighter.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 8"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJRVDJJNJKJG4WZCP7VKN","peer_type":"backmatter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JYRSHWXR7JM0HYS9D4","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AM2S1E0P2Y9BAN2KXNE2H","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:25.377Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:44.231Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}