Tinor

All the herbal applications of Tinor, united with the severer discipline of the old leech, and the affectionate nursing of Kory-Kory, had failed to relieve me.

Typee Herman Melville 1855

Old Tinor now appeared, holding in her hand some simples she had gathered, the juice of which she by signs besought me to squeeze into the wound.

Typee Herman Melville 1855

Marheyo and Tinor, who seemed to have a sort of nuptial understanding with one another; but for all that, I had sometimes observed a comical-looking old gentleman dressed in a suit of shabby tattooing, who had the audacity to take various liberties with the lady, and that too in the very presence of the old warrior her husband, who looked on as good-naturedly as if nothing was happening.

Typee Herman Melville 1855

IN the course of a few days Toby had recovered from the effects of his adventure with the Happar warriors; the wound on his head rapidly healing under the vegetable treatment of the good Tinor.

Typee Herman Melville 1855

At last, I perceived Tinor coming forward, followed by the girls and young men who usually resided in the house of

Typee Herman Melville 1855

Outside, Tinor has ranged along in her bamboo cupboard -- or whatever the place may be called -- a goodly array of calabashes and wooden trenchers.

Typee Herman Melville 1855

Mow-Mow, Kory-Kory, and Tinor -- gathered about the dwelling, and appeared to be awaiting their return.

Typee Herman Melville 1855

Tinor and Fayaway here appeared; the kindhearted old woman embracing Toby's knees, and giving way to a flood of tears; while

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All the inmates of the house, with the exception of Marheyo, his son, and Tinor, after assuming their gala dresses, departed in the direction of the Taboo Groves.

Typee Herman Melville 1855

I remembered, however, that after awhile I had missed them from their accustomed place; but the matter gave me no concern, supposing that Tinor -- like any other tidy housewife, having come across them in some of her domestic occupations -- had pitched the useless things out of the house.

Typee Herman Melville 1855