How did the Easter Islanders use you?' asked Stephen. 'Oh, pretty well, sir, on the whole; they are not an ill-natured crew, though much given to thieving: and I must admit they ate one another more than was quite right. I am not over-particular, but it makes you uneasy to be passed a man's hand. A slice of what might be anything, I don't say no, when sharp-set; but a hand fair turns your stomach. Howmsoever, we got along well enough. I spoke their language, after a fashion…
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In this passage, Stephen reflects on his experiences with the Easter Islanders, revealing a mixture of practicality and discomfort. He acknowledges their generally good nature but points out their tendency to steal and the disturbing reality of cannibalism among them. While he accepts the situation and appreciates their cooperation, he highlights the unsettling nature of being offered human remains, particularly a hand, which he finds particularly unappetizing.

Despite these challenges, Stephen manages to communicate with the people and adapt to his circumstances. His ability to speak their language, albeit imperfectly, suggests a level of rapport and understanding, implying that effective communication helped him navigate the complexities of their culture. Overall, this excerpt provides a glimpse into the harsh realities of life on Easter Island while underscoring Stephen's resilience and adaptability in a difficult environment.

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