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Marheyo--for such was\r\nhis name--appeared to have retired from all active participation in the\r\naffairs of the valley, seldom or never accompanying the natives in\r\ntheir various expeditions; and employing the greater part of his time\r\nin throwing up a little shed just outside the house, upon which he was\r\nengaged to my certain knowledge for four months, without appearing\r\nto make any sensible advance. I suppose the old gentleman was in his\r\ndotage, for he manifested in various ways the characteristics which mark\r\nthis particular stage of life.\r\n\r\nI remember in particular his having a choice pair of ear-ornaments,\r\nfabricated from the teeth of some sea-monster. These he would\r\nalternately wear and take off at least fifty times in the course of the\r\nday, going and coming from his little hut on each occasion with all the\r\ntranquillity imaginable. Sometimes slipping them through the slits\r\nin his ears, he would seize his spear--which in length and slightness\r\nresembled a fishing-pole--and go stalking beneath the shadows of the\r\nneighbouring groves, as if about to give a hostile meeting to some\r\ncannibal knight. But he would soon return again, and hiding his weapon\r\nunder the projecting eaves of the house, and rolling his clumsy trinkets\r\ncarefully in a piece of tappa, would resume his more pacific operations\r\nas quietly as if he had never interrupted them.\r\n\r\nBut despite his eccentricities, Marheyo was a most paternal and\r\nwarm-hearted old fellow, and in this particular not a little resembled\r\nhis son Kory-Kory. The mother of the latter was the mistress of the\r\nfamily, and a notable housewife, and a most industrious old lady she\r\nwas. If she did not understand the art of making jellies, jams, custard,\r\ntea-cakes, and such like trashy affairs, she was profoundly skilled in\r\nthe mysteries of preparing ‘amar’, ‘poee-poee’, and ‘kokoo’, with other\r\nsubstantial matters.\r\n\r\nShe was a genuine busy-body; bustling about the house like a country\r\nlandlady at an unexpected arrival; for ever giving the young girls tasks\r\nto perform, which the little hussies as often neglected; poking into\r\nevery corner, and rummaging over bundles of old tappa, or making a\r\nprodigious clatter among the calabashes. Sometimes she might have been\r\nseen squatting upon her haunches in front of a huge wooden basin, and\r\nkneading poee-poee with terrific vehemence, dashing the stone pestle\r\nabout as if she would shiver the vessel into fragments; on other\r\noccasions, galloping about the valley in search of a particular kind\r\nof leaf, used in some of her recondite operations, and returning home,\r\ntoiling and sweating, with a bundle of it, under which most women would\r\nhave sunk.\r\n\r\nTo tell the truth, Kory-Kory’s mother was the only industrious person\r\nin all the valley of Typee; and she could not have employed herself more\r\nactively had she been left an exceedingly muscular and destitute widow,\r\nwith an inordinate ate supply of young children, in the bleakest part\r\nof the civilized world. There was not the slightest necessity for the\r\ngreater portion of the labour performed by the old lady: but she seemed\r\nto work from some irresistible impulse; her limbs continually swaying to\r\nand fro, as if there were some indefatigable engine concealed within her\r\nbody which kept her in perpetual motion.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 6"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJQ7QHJRR79154PWN9CAH","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JYRSHWXR7JM0HYS9D4","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AM7AK5RCJ2GQ35ZXJEJZE","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AM7AS1XCCMBB0497BGB5Z","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:30.035Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:36.540Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}