It is plain we have in Europe stories of a similar complexion;and the Polynesian VARUA INO or AITU O LE VAO is clearly the near kinsman of the Transylvanian vampire.Here is a tale in which the kinship appears broadly marked.On the atoll of Penrhyn,then still partly savage,a certain chief was long the salutary terror of the natives.He died,he was buried;and his late neighbours had scarce tasted the delights of licence ere his ghost appeared about the village.Fear seized upon all;a council was held of the chief men and sorcerers;and with the approval of the Rarotongan missionary,who was as frightened as the rest,and in the presence of several whites -my friend Mr.Ben Hird being one -the grave was opened,deepened until water came,and the body re-interred face down.The still recent staking of suicides in England and the decapitation of vampires in the east of Europe form close parallels.
So in Samoa only the spirits of the unburied awake fear.During the late war many fell in the bush;their bodies,sometimes headless,were brought back by native pastors and interred;but this (I know not why)was insufficient,and the spirit still lingered on the theatre of death.When peace returned a singular scene was enacted in many places,and chiefly round the high gorges of Lotoanuu,where the struggle was long centred and the loss had been severe.Kinswomen of the dead came carrying a mat or sheet and guided by survivors of the fight.The place of death was earnestly sought out;the sheet was spread upon the ground;and the women,moved with pious anxiety,sat about and watched it.If any living thing alighted it was twice brushed away;upon the third coming it was known to be the spirit of the dead,was folded in,carried home and buried beside the body;and the aitu rested.The rite was practised beyond doubt in simple piety;the repose of the soul was its object:its motive,reverent affection.The present king disowns indeed all knowledge of a dangerous aitu;he declares the souls of the unburied were only wanderers in limbo,lacking an entrance to the proper country of the dead,unhappy,nowise hurtful.And this severely classic opinion doubtless represents the views of the enlightened.But the flight of my Lafaele marks the grosser terrors of the ignorant.