The enormous bulk of some of the Tahitians has been frequently spoken of by voyagers.
Beside being the English consul's jailer, as it were, he carried on a little Tahitian farming; that is to say, he owned several groves of the bread-fruit and palm, and never hindered their growing.

Close by was a "taro" patch of his which he occasionally visited.
Bob seldom disposed of the produce of his lands; it was all needed for domestic consumption.

Indeed, for gormandizing, I would have matched him against any three common-council men at a civic feast.
A friend of Bob's told me that, owing to his voraciousness, his visits to other parts of the island were much dreaded; for, according to Tahitian customs, hospitality without charge is enjoined upon everyone; and though it is reciprocal in most cases, in Bob's it was almost out of the question.

The damage done to a native larder in one of his morning calls was more than could be made good by his entertainer's spending the holidays with them.
The old man, as I have hinted, had, once upon a time, been a cruise or two in a whaling-vessel; and, therefore, he prided himself upon his English.

Having acquired what he knew of it in the forecastle, he talked little else than sailor phrases, which sounded whimsically enough.
I asked him one day how old he was.