Chapter 49

Yillah

While for a few days, now this way, now that, as our craft glides
along, surrounded by these locusts of the deep, let the story of
Yillah flow on.

Of her beauty say I nothing. It was that of a crystal lake in a
fathomless wood: all light and shade; full of fleeting revealings;
now shadowed in depths; now sunny in dimples; but all sparkling and
shifting, and blending together.

But her wild beauty was a vail to things still more strange. As often
she gazed so earnestly into my eyes, like some pure spirit looking
far down into my soul, and seeing therein some upturned faces, I
started in amaze, and asked what spell was on me, that thus she gazed.

Often she entreated me to repeat over and over again certain
syllables of my language. These she would chant to herself, pausing
now and then, as if striving to discover wherein lay their charm.

In her accent, there was something very different from that of the
people of the canoe. Wherein lay the difference. I knew not; but it
enabled her to pronounce with readiness all the words which I taught
her; even as if recalling sounds long forgotten.

If all this filled me with wonder, how much was that wonder
increased, and yet baffled again, by considering her complexion, and
the cast of her features.

After endeavoring in various ways to account for these things, I was
led to imagine, that the damsel must be an Albino (Tulla)
occasionally to be met with among the people of the Pacific. These
persons are of an exceedingly delicate white skin, tinted with a
faint rose hue, like the lips of a shell. Their hair is golden. But,
unlike the Albinos of other climes, their eyes are invariably blue,
and no way intolerant of light.

As a race, the Tullas die early. And hence the belief, that they
pertain to some distant sphere, and only through irregularities in
the providence of the gods, come to make their appearance upon earth:
whence, the oversight discovered, they are hastily snatched. And it
is chiefly on this account, that in those islands where human
sacrifices are offered, the Tullas are deemed the most suitable
oblations for the altar, to which from their birth many are
prospectively devoted. It was these considerations, united to others,
which at times induced me to fancy, that by the priest, Yillah was
regarded as one of these beings. So mystical, however, her
revelations concerning her past history, that often I knew not what
to divine. But plainly they showed that she had not the remotest
conception of her real origin.

But these conceits of a state of being anterior to an earthly
existence may have originated in one of those celestial visions seen
transparently stealing over the face of a slumbering