Once long ago, a
small island in the Pacific called Kambara was infested with mosquitoes. The
island people were constantly at war with these pesky insects and grew weary of
being bitten especially at night. All day long the women of the tribe pounded
tree bark into fine-mesh screens to keep the mosquitoes out.
One day it
happened that a prince from the island of Oneata sailed throughout the south
Pacific in search of treasures for his people. He landed on Kambara and the
chief welcomed him as an honoured guest. After a great feast, the prince was
shown to a sleeping room. It was surrounded with beautifully painted mosquito
screens.
Tell me, O chief
of Kambara, said the prince, ‘’Why do you hang such wonderful cloth all around
the room? ‘’.
‘’ For the mosquitoes ‘’, replied the chief. Mosquitoes ? What are mosquitoes ?, asked the
prince. ‘our little friends of night. They are small flying insects and they
sing us to sleep every night,’ said the chief. He was too embarrassed to tell
the truth.
How nice, said the prince, ‘We have nothing
like mosquitoes in our country’.
‘Too bad’, said
the chief .We have more than what we need.
The prince
yawned and just as he began to fall asleep, the night air was filled with hum
and buzz of thousands of hungry mosquitoes flying outside the curtain. ‘Such a
soothing sound, he muttered’, a rare treasure indeed. The next morning the
prince asked the chief if he could take some mosquitoes back to his country
with him. ‘You would have to take all of them ‘, replied the chief. ‘since they
are a close knit family and could not stand to be separated’ . ‘But what about
your people?’ asked the worried prince.’ Wouldn’t they be unhappy if I took all
of your lovely mosquitoes?’.
Yes, they would
replied the chief, ‘’ but if were to give us something in return I think they
would be satisfied “I have a magic conch
shell in my ship, said the eager prince
“ you blow it like a trumpet and the fish swim to the shore and let
themselves be caught.Your people will never grow hungry” . It is a bargain,
said the chief of Kambara happily, “our mosquitoes for your magic shell”.
The people of
Kambara set a trap for the mosquitoes, using a huge basket so tightly woven
that even the smallest of the mosquitoes could not get out. They placed a
freshly killed pig in the basket and the chief waited behind a nearby tree with
the lid. The Sun began to set and the mosquitoes came out in droves in search
of victims and it was not long before every mosquito on the island was in the
basket enjoying the feast. The chief jumped out from behind the tree, popped
the lid on the basket and tied it tightly with long vines. With the basket in his ship, the prince
sailed back to his country. He thought how happy his people would be with the
beautiful sounds of the mosquitoes.The chief of Kambara was also happy. He blew
on the conch shell and his people began gathering in the fish for celebrating a
feast.