The Malay archipelago : the land of the orang-utan ... - Wallace Online

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280 THE MALAY ARCHIPELAGO. [chap,Ceram, the Alfuros of Papuan race are the predominant type,the Malay physiognomy being seldom well marked ; whereashere the reverse is the case, and a slight infusion of Papuan ona mixture of Malay and Bugis has produced a very good-lookingset of people. The lower class of the population consists almostentirely of the indigenes of the adjacent islands. They are aline race, witli strongly-marked Papuan features, frizzly hair,and brown complexions. The Goram language is spoken alsoat the east end of Ceram, and in the adjacent islands. It has ageneral resemblance to the languages of Ceram, but possesses apeculiar element which I have not met with in other languagesof the ArchiiDelago.After great delay, considering the importance of every day atthis time of year, a miserable boat and live men were found, andwith some difficulty I stowed away in it such baggage as it wasabsolutely necessary for me to take, leaving scarcely sitting orsleeping room. The sailing qualities of the boat were highlyvaunted, and I was assured that at this season a small one wasmuch more likely to succeed in making the journej''. We firstcoasted along the island, reaching its eastern extremity thefollowing morning (April lltli), and found a strong W.S.W. windblo^ving, which just allowed us to lay across to the MatabelloIslands, a distance little short of twenty miles. I did not muchlike the look of the heavy sky and rather rough sea, and mymen were very unwilling to make the attempt ; but as we couldscarcely hope for a better chance, I insisted upon trying. Thepitching and jerking of our little boat soon reduced me to a stateof miserable helplessness, and I lay down, resigned to whatevermight happen. After three or four hours, I was told we werenearly over ; but when I got up, two hours later, just as the sunwas setting, I found we were still a good distance from thepoint, owing to a strong current which had been for some timeagainst us. Xight closed in, and the wind drew more ahead, sowe had to take in sail. Then came a calm, and we rowed andsailed as occasion offered ; and it was four in the morning whenwe reached the village of Kissiwoi, not having made more thanthree miles in the last twelve hours.MATABELLO ISLANDS.At daylight I found we were in a beautiful little harbour,formed Ijy a coral reef about two hundred yards from shore, andperfectly secure in every wind. Ha\'ing eaten nothing since theprevious morning, we cooked our breakfast comfortably on shore,and left about noon, coasting along the two islands of this group,wliich lie in the same line, and are separated by a narrowchannel. Both seem entirely formed of raised coral rock ; butthere has been a subsequent subsidence, as shown by tlie barrierreef which extends all along them at varying distances from theshore. This reef is sometimes only marked by a line of breakers

;XXV.] CERAM, GORAM, AND THE MATABELLO ISLANDS. 281when there is a little swell on the sea ; in other places there is aridge of dead coral above the water, which is here and therehigh enough to sujDport a few low buslies. This was the firstexample I had met with of a true barrier reef due to subsidence,as has been so clearly shown by Mr. Darwin. In a shelteredarchipelago they will seldom be distinguishable, from the absenceof those huge rolling waves and breakers which in the wideocean throw up a barrier of broken coral far above the usualhigh-water mai-k, while here they rarely rise to the surface.On reaching the end of the southern island, called Uta, wewere kept waiting two days for a wind that would enable us topass over to the next island, Teor, and I began to despair of everreaching Ke, and determined on returning. We left with asouth wind, wliich suddenly changed to north-east, and inducedme to turn again southward in the hopes that tliis was thecommencement of a few days' favourable weather. We sailedon very well in tlie direction of Teor for about an hour, afterwhich the wind shifted to W.S.W., and we were driven muchout of our course, and at nightfall found ourselves in tlie opensea, and full ten miles to leeward of our destination. ]\Iy menwere now all very much friglitened, for if we went on we mightbe a week at sea in our little open boat, laden almost to thewater's edge ; or we might drift on to the coast of New Guinea,in which case we should most likely all be murdered. I couldnot deny these probabilities, and although I showed them thatwe could not get back to our starting-point with the wind as itwas, they insisted upon returning. We accordingly put about,and found that we could lay no nearer to Uta than to Teorhowever, by great good luck, about ten o'clock we hit upon alittle coral island, and lay under its lee till morning, when afavourable change of wind brought us back to Uta, and byevening (April 18th) we reached our first anchorage in ]\Iatal)ello,where I resolved to stay a few days, and then return to Goram.It was with much regret that I gave up my trip to Ke and theintervening islands, which I had looked forward to as likely tomake up for my disapiDointment in Ceram, since my short visiton my voyage to Aru had produced me so many rare andbeautiful insects.The natives of Matabello are almost entirely occupied inmaking cocoa-nut oil, which they sell to the Bugis and Goramtraders, who carry it to Banda and Amboyna. The ruggedcoi'al rock seems very favourable to the growth of the cocoa-nutpalm, which abounds over the whole island to the very highestpoints, and produces fruit all the year round. Along with it aregreat numbers of the areca or betel-nut palm, the nuts of whichare sliced, dried, and ground into a paste, whicli is much used bythe betel-chewing Malays and Papuans. All tlie little cliildrenhere, even such as can just run alone, carried between tlieir lipsa mass of the nastj^-looking red paste, whicli is even more disgustingthan to see them at the same age smoking cigars, which

;XXV.] CERAM, GORAM, AND THE MATABELLO ISLANDS. 281when <strong>the</strong>re is a little swell on <strong>the</strong> sea ; in o<strong>the</strong>r places <strong>the</strong>re is aridge <strong>of</strong> dead coral above <strong>the</strong> water, which is here and <strong>the</strong>rehigh enough to sujDport a few low buslies. This was <strong>the</strong> firstexample I had met with <strong>of</strong> a true barrier reef due to subsidence,as has been so clearly shown by Mr. Darwin. In a sheltered<strong>archipelago</strong> <strong>the</strong>y will seldom be distinguishable, from <strong>the</strong> absence<strong>of</strong> those huge rolling waves and breakers which in <strong>the</strong> wideocean throw up a barrier <strong>of</strong> broken coral far above <strong>the</strong> usualhigh-water mai-k, while here <strong>the</strong>y rarely rise to <strong>the</strong> surface.On reaching <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sou<strong>the</strong>rn is<strong>land</strong>, called Uta, wewere kept waiting two days for a wind that would enable us topass over to <strong>the</strong> next is<strong>land</strong>, Teor, and I began to despair <strong>of</strong> everreaching Ke, and determined on returning. We left with asouth wind, wliich suddenly changed to north-east, and inducedme to turn again southward in <strong>the</strong> hopes that tliis was <strong>the</strong>commencement <strong>of</strong> a few days' favourable wea<strong>the</strong>r. We sailedon very well in tlie direction <strong>of</strong> Teor for about an hour, afterwhich <strong>the</strong> wind shifted to W.S.W., and we were driven muchout <strong>of</strong> our course, and at nightfall found ourselves in tlie opensea, and full ten miles to leeward <strong>of</strong> our destination. ]\Iy menwere now all very much friglitened, for if we went on we mightbe a week at sea in our little open boat, laden almost to <strong>the</strong>water's edge ; or we might drift on to <strong>the</strong> coast <strong>of</strong> New Guinea,in which case we should most likely all be murdered. I couldnot deny <strong>the</strong>se probabilities, and although I showed <strong>the</strong>m thatwe could not get back to our starting-point with <strong>the</strong> wind as itwas, <strong>the</strong>y insisted upon returning. We accordingly put about,and found that we could lay no nearer to Uta than to Teorhowever, by great good luck, about ten o'clock we hit upon alittle coral is<strong>land</strong>, and lay under its lee till morning, when afavourable change <strong>of</strong> wind brought us back to Uta, and byevening (April 18th) we reached our first anchorage in ]\Iatal)ello,where I resolved to stay a few days, and <strong>the</strong>n return to Goram.It was with much regret that I gave up my trip to Ke and <strong>the</strong>intervening is<strong>land</strong>s, which I had looked forward to as likely tomake up for my disapiDointment in Ceram, since my short visiton my voyage to Aru had produced me so many rare andbeautiful insects.<strong>The</strong> natives <strong>of</strong> Matabello are almost entirely occupied inmaking cocoa-nut oil, which <strong>the</strong>y sell to <strong>the</strong> Bugis and Goramtraders, who carry it to Banda and Amboyna. <strong>The</strong> ruggedcoi'al rock seems very favourable to <strong>the</strong> growth <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cocoa-nutpalm, which abounds over <strong>the</strong> whole is<strong>land</strong> to <strong>the</strong> very highestpoints, and produces fruit all <strong>the</strong> year round. Along with it aregreat numbers <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> areca or betel-nut palm, <strong>the</strong> nuts <strong>of</strong> whichare sliced, dried, and ground into a paste, whicli is much used by<strong>the</strong> betel-chewing <strong>Malay</strong>s and Papuans. All tlie little cliildrenhere, even such as can just run alone, carried between tlieir lipsa mass <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> nastj^-looking red paste, whicli is even more disgustingthan to see <strong>the</strong>m at <strong>the</strong> same age smoking cigars, which

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