 19. SHOEMAKING. The even tenor of our ways suddenly interrupted. An unexpected visit and an appalling battle. We all become warriors and Jack proves himself to be a hero. For many months after this we continue to live on our island in uninterrupted harmony and happiness. Sometimes we went out a fishing in the lagoon, and sometimes went a hunting in the woods, or ascended to the mountaintop by way of variety, although Peterkin always asserted that we went for the purpose of hailing any ship that might chance to heave and sight. But I am certain that none of us wished to be delivered from our captivity, for we were extremely happy, and Peterkin used to say that as we were very young we should not feel the loss of a year or two. Peterkin, as I have said before, was thirteen years of age, Jack eighteen and I fifteen. But Jack was very tall, strong, and manly for his age, and might easily have been mistaken for twenty. The climate was so beautiful that it seemed to be a perpetual summer, and as many of the fruit trees continued to bear fruit and blossom all the year round, we never wanted for a plentiful supply of food. The hogs too seemed rather to increase than diminish, although Peterkin was very frequent in his attacks on them with his spear. If at any time we failed in finding a drove, we had only to pay a visit to the plum tree before mention, where we always found a large family of them asleep under its branches. We employed ourselves very busily during this time in making various garments of coconut cloth, as those with which we had landed were beginning to be very ragged. Peterkin also succeeded in making excellent shoes out of the skin of the old hog in the following manner. He first cut a piece of the hide of an oblong form a few inches longer than his foot. This he soaked in water, and while it was wet he sewed up one end of it so as to form a rough imitation of that part of the heel of the shoe where the seam is. This done he bored a row of holes all round the edge of the piece of skin, through which a tough line was passed. Into the sewed up part of this shoe he thrust his heel, then, drawing the string tight, the edges rose up and overlapped his foot all round. It is true there were a great many ill-looking puckers in these shoes, but we found them very serviceable notwithstanding, and Jack came at last to prefer them to his long boots. We also made various other useful articles, which added to our comfort, and once or twice spoke of building us a house, but we had so great an affection for the bower, and with all found it so serviceable, that we determined not to leave it, nor to attempt the building of a house, which in such a climate might turn out to be rather disagreeable than useful. We often examined the pistol that we had found in the house on the other side of the island, and Peterkin wished much that it we had powder and shot, as it would render pig-killing much easier, but after all we had become so expert in the use of our sling and bow and spear that we were independent of more deadly weapons. Diving in the water-garden also continued to afford us as much pleasure as ever, and Peterkin began to be a little more expert in the water from constant practice. As for Jack and me, we began to feel as if water were our native element, and reveled in it with so much confidence and comfort that Peterkin said he feared we would turn into fish some day and swim off and leave him, adding that he had been for a long time, observing that Jack was becoming more and more like a shark every day. Whereupon Jack remarked that if he, Peterkin, were changed into a fish, he would certainly turn into nothing better or bigger than a shrimp. Poor Peterkin did not envious our delightful excursions underwater, except indeed when Jack would dive down to the bottom of the water-garden, sit on a rock, and look up and make faces at him. Peterkin did feel envious then, and often said he would give anything to be able to do that. I was much amused when Peterkin said this, or if he could only have seen his own face when he happened to take a short dive, he would have seen that Jack's was far surpassed by it, the great difference being, however, that Jack made faces on purpose. Peterkin couldn't help it. Now while we were engaged with these occupations and amusements, an event occurred one day which was as unexpected as it was exceedingly alarming and very horrible. Jack and I were sitting, as we were often wont to do, on the rocks at Spouting Cliff, and Peterkin was ringing the water from his garments, having recently fallen by accident into the sea, a thing he was constantly doing, when our attention was suddenly arrested by two objects which appeared on the horizon. What are yawn? Thank you, I said, addressing Jack. I can't imagine, answered he. I've noticed them for some time, and fancy they were black seagulls, but the more I look at them, the more I feel convinced they are much larger than gulls. They seemed to be coming towards us, said I. Hello, what's wrong? inquired Peterkin, coming up. Look there, said Jack. Whales, cried Peterkin, shading his eyes with his hand. No, eh. Can they be boats, Jack? Our hearts beat with excitement at the very thought of seeing human faces again. I think you are about right, Peterkin, but they seem to me to move strangely for boats, to Jack in a low tone, as if he were talking to himself. I noticed that a shade of anxiety crossed Jack's continents as he gazed long and intently at the two objects, which were now nearing us fast. At last he sprang to his feet. They are canoes, Ralph, whether war canoes or not, I cannot tell, but this I know, that all the natives of the South Sea Islands are fierce cannibals, and they have little respect for strangers. We must hide if they land here, which I earnestly hope they will not do. I was greatly alarmed at Jack's speech, but I confess I thought less of what he said than of the earnest, anxious manner in which he said it, and it was with very uncomfortable feelings that Peterkin and I followed him quickly into the woods. How unfortunate, said I, as we gain the shelter of the bushes, that we have forgotten our arms. It matters not, said Jack, here are clubs enough and to spare. As he spoke he laid his hand on a bundle of stout poles of various sizes, which Peterkin's ever-busy hands had formed during our frequent visits to the cliff, for no other purpose, apparently, than that of having something to do. We each selected a stout club according to our several tastes, and lay down behind a rock, whence we could see the canoe's approach without ourselves being seen. At first we made an occasional remark on their appearance, but after they entered the lagoon and drew near the beach we ceased to speak, and gazed with intense interest at the scene before us. We now observe that the foremost canoe was being chased by the other, and that it contained a few women and children, as well as men, perhaps forty souls altogether. While the canoe which pursued it contained only men, they seemed to be about the same in number, but were better armed, and had the appearance of being a war-party. Both crews were paddling with all their might, and it seemed as if the pursuers exerted themselves to overtake the fugitives ere they could land. In this, however, they failed. The foremost canoe made for the beach, close beneath the rocks behind which we were concealed. Their short paddles flashed like meteors in the water, and sent up a constant shower of spray. The foam curled from the prowl, and the eyes of the rowers glistened in their black faces as they strained every muscle of their naked bodies. Nor did they relax their efforts till the canoe struck the beach with a violent shock. Then, with a shout of defiance, the whole party sprang as if by magic from the canoe to the shore. Three women, two of whom carried infants in their arms, rushed into the woods, and the men crowded to the water's edge with stones in their hands, spears leveled, and clubs brandished to resist the landing of their enemies. The distance between the two canoes had been about a half a mile, and at the great speed they were going this was soon past, as the pursuers near the shore no sign of fear or hesitation was noticeable. On they came like a wild charger, received but wrecked not of a shower of stones. The canoe struck, and with a yell that seemed issue from the throats of incarnate fiends they leaped into the water and drove their enemies up the beach, the battle that immediately ensued was frightful to behold. Most of the men wielded clubs of enormous size and curious shapes, with which they dashed out each other's brains. As they were almost entirely naked, and had to bound, stoop, leap, and run in their terrible hand-to-hand encounters, they looked more like demons than human beings. I felt my heart grow sick at the sight of this bloody battle, and would fain have turned away, but a species of fascination seemed to hold me down, and glue my eyes upon the combatants. I observed that the attacking party was led by a most extraordinary being, who, from his size and peculiarity, I concluded, was a chief. His hair was frizzed out to an enormous extent, so that it resembled a large turban. It was of a light yellow hue, which surprised me much, for the man's body was as black as coal, and I felt convinced that the hair must have been dyed. He was tattooed from head to foot, and his face, besides being tattooed, was bespeared with red paint and streaked with white. All together, with his yellow turban-like hair, his herculean black frame, his glittering eyes, and white teeth, he seemed the most terrible monster I ever beheld. He was very active in the fight, and had already killed four men. Suddenly the yellow-haired chief was attacked by a man quite as strong and large as himself. He flourished the heavy club, something like an eagle's beak at the point. For a second or two these giants eyed each other warily, moving round and round, as if to catch each other at a disadvantage, but seeing that nothing was to be gained by this caution and that the loss of time might effectually turn the tide of battle either way, they apparently made up their minds to attack at the same instant. For, with a wild shout and simultaneous spring, they swung their heavy clubs, which met with a loud report. Suddenly the yellow-haired savage tripped, his enemy sprang forward, the ponderous club was swung, but it did not descend. For at that moment the savage was felled to the ground by a stone from the hand of one who had witnessed his chief's danger. This was the turning point in the battle. The savages who landed first turned and fled towards the bush on seeing the fall of their chief, but not one escape. They were all overtaken and felled to the earth. I say, however, that they were not all killed. Indeed, their enemies, now that they were conquered, seemed anxious to take them alive, and they succeeded in securing fifteen, whom they bound hand and foot with cords, and carrying them up into the woods, laid them down among the bushes. Here they left them, for what purpose I knew not, and returned to the scene of the late battle where the remnant of the party were bathing their wounds. Out of the forty blacks that composed the attacking party, only twenty-eight remained alive, two of whom were sent into the bush to hunt for the women and children. Of the other party, as I have said, only fifteen survived, and these were lying bound and helpless on the grass. Jack and Peterkin and I now looked at each other and whispered our fears that the savages might clamor up the rocks to search for fresh water, and so discover our place of concealment. But we were so much interested in watching their movements that we agreed to remain where we were, and indeed we could not easily have risen without exposing ourselves to detection. One of the savages now went up to the woods, and soon returned with a bundle of firewood, and we were not a little surprised to see him set fire to it by the very same means used by Jack the time we made our first fire, namely with the bow and drill. When the fire was kindled, two of the party went again to the woods and returned with one of the bound men. A dreadful feeling of horror crept over my heart as the thought flashed upon me that they were going to burn their enemies. As they bore him to the fire, my feelings almost overpowered me. I gasped for breath, and ceasing my club, endeavored to spring to my feet, but Jack's powerful arm pinned me to the earth. Next moment one of the savages raised his club and fractured the wretched creature's skull. He must have died instantly, and strange though it may seem, I confessed to a feeling of relief when the deed was done, because I now knew that the poor savage could not be burned alive. Scarcely had his limbs cease to quiver when the monsters cut slices of flesh from his body, and after roasting them slightly over the fire devoured them. Suddenly there was a cry from the woods, and in a few seconds the two savages hastened towards the fire, dragging the three women in their two infants along with them. One of these women was much younger than her companions, and we were struck with the modesty of her demeanor and the gentle expression of her face, which although she had the flatish nose and thick lips of the others, was of a light brown color, and we conjectured that she must be of a different race. She and her companions wore short petticoats, and a kind of tippet on their shoulders. Their hair was jet black, but instead of being long was short and curly, though not woolly, something like the hair of a young boy. While we gazed with interest and some anxiety at these poor creatures, the big chief advanced to one of the elder females and laid his hand upon the child, but the mother shrank from him, and clasping the little one to her bosom uttered a wail of fear. With a savage laugh the chief tore the child from her arms and tossed it into the sea. A low groan burst from Jack's lips as he witnessed this atrocious act, and heard the mother shriek as she fell insensible on the sand. The rippling waves rolled the child on the beach, as if they refused to be a party in such a foul murder, and we could observe that the little one still lived. The young girl was now brought forward, and the chief addressed her. But although we heard his voice, and even the words distinctly, of course we could not understand what he said. The girl made no answer to his fierce questions, and we saw by the way in which he pointed to the fire that he threatened her life. Peterkin, said Jack in a horse whisper, Have you got your knife? Yes, replied Peterkin, whose face was pale as death. That will do. Listen to me, and do my bidding quick. Here is a small knife-rel. Fly, both of you, through the bush. Cut the cords that bind the prisoners and set them free. There. Quick, ere it be too late. Jack sprang up and seized a heavy but short bludgeon, while his short frame trembled with emotion, and large drops rolled down his forehead. At this moment, the man who had butchered the savage a few minutes before advanced towards the girl with his heavy club. Jack uttered a yell that rang like a death shriek among the rocks. With one bound, he leaped over a precipice full fifteen feet high, and before the savages had recovered from the surprise, was in the midst of them, while Peterkin and I dashed through the bushes towards the prisoners. With one blow of his staff, Jack felled the man with the club. Then, turning round with a look of fury, he rushed upon the big chief with the yellow hair. Had the blow which Jack aimed at his head taken effect, the huge savage would have needed no second stroke, but he was agile as a cat, and avoided it by springing to one side, while at the same time he swung his ponderous club at the head of his foe. It was now Jack's turn to leap aside, and well was it for him that the first outburst of his blind fury was over, else he had become an easy prey to his gigantic antagonist. The Jack was cool now. He darted his blows rapidly and well, and the superiority of his light weapon was strikingly proved in this combat. For while he could easily evade the blows of the chief's heavy club, the chief could not so easily evade those of his light one. Nevertheless, so quick was he, and so frightfully did he fling about the mighty weapon, that although Jack struck him almost every blow, the strokes had to be delivered so quickly that they wanted force to be very effectual. It was lucky for Jack that the other savages considered the success of their chief in this encounter to be so certain that they refrained from interfering. Had they doubted it, they would have probably ended the matter at once by felling him, but they contented themselves with awaiting the issue. The force which the chief expended in wielding his club now began to take his breath hissed through his clenched teeth, and the surprised savages drew nearer in order to render assistance. Jack observed this movement. He felt that his fate was sealed and resolved to cast his light upon the next blow. The chief's club was again about to descend on his head. He might have evaded it easily, but instead of doing so, he suddenly shortened his grasp on his own club, brushed in under his adversary right between the eyes with all his force and fell to the earth, crushed beneath the senseless body of the chief. A dozen clubs flew high in the air, ready to descend on the head of Jack, but they hesitated a moment for the massive body of the chief completely covered him. That moment saved his life. Air the savages could tear the chief's body away. Seven of their number fell prostrate beneath the clubs of the prisoners whom Peterkin and I had set free, and two others fell under our own hand. We could never have accomplished this had not our enemies been so engrossed with the fight between Jack and their chief that they had failed to observe us until we were upon them. They still outnumbered our party by three, but we were flushed with victory while in the fall of their chief. Moreover, they were awestruck by the sweeping fury of Jack, who seemed to have lost his senses altogether and had no sooner shaken himself free of the chief's body than he rushed into the midst of them and in three blows equalized our numbers. Peterkin and I flew to the rescue, the savages followed us, and in less than ten minutes the whole of our opponents were knocked out by the prisoners bound hand and foot and extended side by side upon the seashore. End of chapter 19. Recorded by Tom Weiss Chapter 20 of The Coral Island. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Tom Weiss The Coral Island by R. M. Valentine. Intercourse with the savages. Cannibalism prevented. The slain are buried and the survivors depart, leaving us again alone on our coral island. After the battle was over, the savages crowded round us and gazed at us in surprise while they continued to pour upon us a flood of questions which, being wholly unintelligible, of course we could not answer. However, by way of putting an end to it, Jack took the chief, who had recovered from the effects of his wound, by the hand and shook it warmly. No sooner did the black see that this was meant to express good will than they shook hands with us all round. After this ceremony was gone through, Jack went up to the girl, who had never once moved from the rock where she had been left, but had continued an all-that-past. He made signs to her to follow him, and then taking the chief by the hand was about to conduct him to the bower when his eye fell on the poor infant which had been thrown into the sea and was still lying on the shore. Dropping the chief's hand, he hastened towards it, and to his great joy found it to be still alive. We also found that the mother was beginning to recover slowly. Get out of the way, said Jack, pushing us aside as we stooped over the poor woman and endeavored to restore her. I'll soon bring her round. So saying, he placed the infant on her bosom and laid its warm cheek on hers. The effect was wonderful. The woman, open to rise, felt the child looked at it and with a cry of joy, clasped it in her arms at the same time endeavoring into the woods. There, that's all right, said Jack, once more taking the chief by the hand. Now, Ralph and Peterkin, make the women and these fellows follow me to the bower. We'll entertain them as hospitably as we can. In a few minutes, the savages were all seated on the ground in front of the bower, making a hearty meal off a cold roast pig, several ducks, and a variety of limited supply of coconuts, breadfruits, yams, taro, and plums, with all of which they seem to be quite familiar and perfectly satisfied. Meanwhile, we three, being thoroughly knocked up by our day's work, took a good draught of coconut lemonade and throwing ourselves on our beds fell fast asleep. The savages, it seems, followed our example, and in half an hour the whole man reposed. How long we slept I cannot tell, but this I know, that when we laid down the sun was setting, and when we awoke it was high in the heavens. I awoke Jack, who started up in surprise being unable at first to comprehend our situation. Now then, said he, springing up, let's see after breakfast. Hello, Peterkin, lazy fellow, how long do you wait? Peterkin yawned heavily. Well, said he, opening his eyes and looking up after some trouble, if it isn't tomorrow morning and me thinking it was today all this time, hello, Venus, where did you come from? You seem tolerably at home anyhow, that might as well speak to the cat as to you, better in fact, for it understands me and you don't. This remark was called forth by the sight of one of the girls who had seated herself on the rock in front of the bower, and having placed her child at her feet was visibly engaged in devouring the remains of a roast pig. By this time, the natives outside were all a stir and breakfast in an advanced state of preparation. During the course of it, we made sundry attempts to converse with the natives by signs, but without knowing what it was, Jack pointed to his breasts and said, Jack, very distinctly, then he pointed to Peterkin and to me repeating our names at the same time. Then he pointed to himself again and said, Jack, and laying his finger on the breast of the chief looked inquiringly into his face. The chief instantly understood him and said Tara-o, twice distinctly. He repeated it after him, and the chief, nodding his head approvingly, said Chuck on hearing which Peterkin exploded with laughter. But Jack turned and with a frown rebuked him, saying, I must look even more indignantly at you than I feel, Peterkin, you rascal, for these fellows don't like to be laughed at. Then, turning towards the youngest of the women who was seated at the door of the room, the chief said, avatar, and pointing towards the sun, raised his finger slowly towards the zenith where it remained steadily for a minute or two. What can that mean, I wonder, said Jack, looking puzzled. Perhaps, said Peterkin, the chief means she is an angel come down to stay here for a while, if so, she's an uncommonly black one. We did not feel quite satisfied with this so Jack went up to her and said avatar. The woman smiled sadly and nodded her head, at the same time pointing to her breast and then to the sun in the same manner as the chief had done. We were much puzzled to know what this could signify, but as there was no way of solving our difficulty, we were obliged to rest content. Jack now made signs to the natives to follow him, and led them to the place where the battle had been fought. Here we found the prisoners who had passed the night on the beach, having been totally forgotten by us as our minds had been full of our guests and were ultimately overcome by sleep. They did not seem the worst for their exposure, however, as we judged by the hearty appetite with which they devoured the breakfast that was soon after given to them. After working a few seconds he pointed to it and to the dead bodies that lay exposed on the beach. The natives immediately perceived what he wanted and running for their paddles dug a hole in the course of half an hour that was quite large enough to contain all the bodies of the slain. When it was finished they tossed their dead enemies into it with so much indifference that we felt the body of the yellow-haired chief was the last thrown in. This wretched man would have recovered from the blow with which Jack felled him, and indeed he did endeavor to rise during the melee that followed his fall, but one of his enemies happening to notice the action dealt him a blow with this club that killed him on the spot. While they were about to throw the sand over this chief, one of the savages stooped with a knife made apparently of stone, cut a large slice of flesh from his thigh. We knew at once that he intended to make use of this for food and could not repress a cry of horror and disgust. Come, come, you black-eyed cryjack, starting up and seizing the man by the arm. Pitch that into the hole. Do you hear? The savage, of course, did not understand the command, but he perfectly understood at the flesh and his fierce gaze as he pointed towards the hole. Nevertheless, he did not obey. Jack instantly turned tarot and made signs to him to enforce obedience. The chief seemed to understand the appeal, for he stepped forward, raised his club, and was on the point of dashing out the brains of his offending subject when Jack sprang forward and caught his uplifted arm. Stop, you coward! He shouted, I don't want you to kill the man! He then pointed again to the flesh and to the hole. The chief uttered a few words which had the desired effect for the man threw the flesh into the hole which was immediately filled up. This man was of a morose silky disposition and during all the time he remained on the island regarded us, especially Jack, mayhem. The next three or four days were spent by the savages in mending their canoe, which had been damaged by the violent shock it had sustained on striking the shore. This canoe was a very curious structure. It was about 30 feet long and had a high, towering stern, the timbers of which it was partly composed were fastened much in the same way as those of our little boat but most curious to us was a sort of outrigger or long plank which was attached to the body of the canoe by means of two stout crossed beams. These beams kept the plank parallel with the canoe but not in contact with it for it floated in the water with an open space between thus forming a sort of double canoe. This we found was intended to prevent the upsetting of the canoe which was so narrow and in a upright position without the outrigger. We could not help wondering both at the ingenuity and the clumsiness of this contrivance. When the canoe was ready we assisted the natives to carry the prisoners into it and help them to load it with provisions and fruit. Peterkin also went to the plum tree for the purpose of making a special onslaught upon the hogs and killed their departure. On that day Tarot made a great many energetic signs to us which after much consideration we came to understand were proposals that we should go away with him to his island but having no desire to do so we shook our heads very decidedly. However we consoled him by presenting him with our rusty axe which we thought we could spare. Having the excellent one which we washed ashore to us the day we were wrecked. We also gave him a piece of wood with our names carved on it and a piece of string to hang it round his neck as an ornament. In a few minutes more we were all assembled on the beach. Being unable to speak to the savages we went through the ceremony of shaking hands and expected they would depart. But before doing so Tarot went up to Jack and rubbed after which he did the same with Peterkin and me. Seeing that this was their mode of salutation we determined to conform to their custom so we rubbed noses heartily with the whole party, women and all. The only disagreeable part of the process was when we came to rub noses with Mahine and Peterkin afterwards said that when he saw his wolfish eyes glaring so close to his face we were inclined to bang then to rub his nose. Avatay was the last to take leave of us and we experienced the feeling of real sorrow when she approached us to bid us farewell. Besides her modest air and gentle manners she was the only one of the party who exhibited the smallest sign of regret at parting from us. Going up to Jack she put out her flat little nose to be rubbed and paid the same compliment to Peterkin and me. An hour later the canoe was out of sight and we with an indefinable feeling of sadness creeping round our hearts were seated in silence beneath the shadow of our bower meditating on the wonderful events of the last few days. End of Chapter 20 Recording by Tom Weiss Chapter 21 of The Coral Island This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Tom Weiss The Coral Island by R. M. Valentine Chapter 21 Seagacious and moral remarks in regard to life a sale an unexpected salute the end of the black cat a terrible dive an incautious proceeding and a frightful catastrophe life is a strange compound Peterkin used to say of it that it beat a druggist shop all the sticks for whereas the first is a compound of good and bad the other is a horrible compound of all that is utterly detestable and indeed the more I consider it the more I am able that exist not only in the material earth but in our own natures in our own coral island we had experienced every variety of good that a bountiful creator could heap on us. Yet on the night of the storm we had seen how almost in our case and all together no doubt in the case of others less fortunate all this good might be swept away we had seen the rich fruit trees waving in the soft air the tender herbs shooting upwards under the benign influence of the bright sun and the next day we had seen these good and beautiful trees and plants uprooted by the hurricane crushed and hurled to the ground in destructive devastation we had lived for many months in a climb for the most part so beautiful that we had often wondered whether Adam and Eve had found Eden more sweet and we had seen the quiet solitudes of our paradise suddenly broken in upon by ferocious savages and the white sands stained with blood and strewed with lifeless forms yet among these cannibals we had seen many symptoms of a kindly nature. I pondered these things much and while I considered them I referred to my memory those words which I had read in my Bible. The works of God are wonderful and his ways passed finding out. After these poor savages had left us we used to hold long and frequent conversations about them and I noticed that Peterkin's manner was now much altered. He did not indeed just less heartily than before but he did so less frequently and often seriousness in his manner if not in his words which made him seem to Jack and me as if he had grown two years older within a few days. But indeed I was not surprised at this when I reflected on the awful realities which we had witnessed so lately. We could by no means shake off a tendency to gloom for several weeks afterwards but as time wore away our usual life and we began to think of the savages with feelings akin to those with which we recall a terrible dream. One day we were all enjoying ourselves in the water-garden preparatory to going on a fishing excursion for Peterkin had kept us in such constant supply of hogs that we had become quite tired of for and desired a change. Peterkin was sunning himself below. Happening to look up I observed Peterkin cutting the most extraordinary capers in making violent gesticulations for us to come up so I gave Jack a push and rose immediately. A sail, a sail Ralph, look Jack away on the horizon there just over the entrance to the lagoon tried Peterkin as we scrambled up the rocks. So it is and a schooner too said as he proceeded hastily to dress. Our hearts were thrown into a terrible flutter by this discovery for if it should touch at our island we had no doubt the captain would be happy to give us a passage to some of the civilized islands where we could find a ship sailing for England or some other part of Europe. Home with all its associations rushed in upon my heart like a flood in the bower which had now been our home so long I felt that I could have put it all at that moment without a sigh. With joyful anticipations we hastened to the highest point of rock near our dwelling and awaited the arrival of the vessel for we now perceived that she was making straight for the island under a steady breeze. In less than an hour she was close to the reef where she rounded to and backed her boat in order to survey the coast. Seeing this and fearing that they might not perceive us we all three waved pieces of coconut cloth in the air and soon had the satisfaction of seeing them beginning to lower a boat and bustle about the decks as if they meant to land. Suddenly a flag would run up to the peak a little cloud of white smoke rose from the schooner's side and before we could guess anything crashing through the bushes carried away several coconut trees in its passage and burst in atoms against the cliff a few yards below the spot on which we stood. With feelings of terror we now observed that the flag at the schooner's peak was black with a desk head and crossbones upon it. As we gazed at each other in blank amazement the word pirate escaped our lips simultaneously. What is to be done cried Peterkin as we observed a boat shoot from the vessel's side and make for the entrance to the reef. If they take us off the island it will either be to throw us overboard for sport or to make pirates of us. I did not reply but looked at Jack as being our only resource in this emergency. He stood with folded arms in his eyes fixed with a grave anxious to the ground. There is but one hope said he turning with the sad expression of countenance to Peterkin. Perhaps after all we may not have to resort to it. If these villains are anxious to take us they will soon overrun the whole island. But come follow me. Stopping abruptly in his speech Jack bound it into the woods and led us by a circuitous route to spouting here he hauled it and advancing cautiously to the rocks glanced over their edge. We were soon by his side and saw the boat which was crowded with armed men just touching the shore. In an instant the crew landed, formed line and rushed up to our bower. In a few seconds we saw them hurrying back to the boat one of them swinging the poor cat round his head by the tail. On reaching the far end of the sea and joined his companions who appeared to beholding a hasty council. You see what we may expect, said Jack bitterly. The man who will wantonly kill a poor brute for sport will think a little of murdering a fellow creature. Now boys we have but one chance left. The Diamond Cave The Diamond Cave, cried Peterkin, then my chance is a poor one for I could not dive into it if all the pirates on the Pacific were at my heels. Nay, but said I, we will take you down, Peterkin, if you will only trust us. As I spoke we observed the pirates scatter over the beach and radiate as if from a center towards the woods and a long shore. Now Peterkin, said Jack in a solemn tone, you must make up your mind to do it we must make up our minds to die in your company. Oh, Jack, my dear friend, cried Peterkin, turning pale leave me, I don't believe they'll think it worthwhile to kill me, go, you and Ralph and dive into the cave. That will not I, answered Jack quietly, while he picked up a stout cudgel from the ground. So now Ralph, we must prepare to meet these fellows. Their motto is if we can manage to floor those coming in this direction, we may escape into the woods for a while. There are five of them, said I, we have no chance. Come then, cried Peterkin, starting up and grasping Jack compulsively by the arm, let us die, I will go. Those who are not naturally expert in the water know well the feelings of horror that overwhelmed them, went in it at the bare idea of being held down for even a few seconds, that spasmodic involuntary recoil from compulsory immersion which has no connection whatever with cowardice, and they will understand the amount of resolution that it required in Peterkin to allow himself to be dragged down to a depth of ten feet and then through a narrow tunnel into an almost pitch dark cavern. But there was no alternative. The pirates had already caught sight of us and were now within a short distance of the rocks. Jack and I seized Peterkin by the arms. Now, keep quite still, no struggling, said Jack, for we are lost. Peterkin made no reply, but the stern gravity of his marble features and the tension of his muscles satisfied us that he had fully made up his mind to go through it. Just as the pirates gained the foot of the rocks, which hit us for a moment from their view, we went over the sea and plunged down together, head foremost. Peterkin behaved like a hero. He floated passively between us like a log of wood and we passed the tunnel and rose into the cave in a shorter space of time than I had ever done it before. Peterkin drew a long, deep line reaching the surface, and in a few seconds we were all standing on the ledge of rock in safety. Jack now searched for the tinder and torch which always lay in the cave. He soon found them, and lighting the torch revealed to Peterkin's wandering gaze the marbles of the place. But we were too wet to waste much time in looking about us. Our first care was to take off our stun. We proceeded to examine the state of our larder, for as Jack truly remarked, there was no knowing how long the pirates might remain on the island. Perhaps, said Peterkin, they may take it into their heads to stop here altogether, and so we shall be buried alive in this place. Don't you think, Peterkin, that it's the nearest thing to being drowned alive that you have ever felt, said Jack with fear of that, these villains never stay long on shore. The sea is their home, so you may depend upon it that they won't stay more than a day or two at the furthest. We now began to make arrangements for spending the night in the cavern. At various periods, Jack and I had conveyed coconuts and other fruits besides rolls of coconut cloth to this submarine cave, partly for amusement, and partly from a feeling that we had one day to take shelter here from the savages. Little did we imagine that the first savages who would drive us into it would be white savages, perhaps our own countrymen. We found the coconut nuts in good condition and the cooked yams, but the breadfruits were spoiled. We also found the cloth where we had left it, and on opening it out, there proved to be sufficient to make sure that the water flowed as the rock was damp. Having collected it all together, we spread out our bed, placed our torch in the midst of us, and ate our supper. It was indeed a strange chamber to feast in, and we could not help remarking on the cold, gasly appearance of the walls and the black water at our side with a thick darkness beyond and the sullen sound of the water, and the strong contrast between all this and our bed and supper, which with our faces were lit up with the deep red flame of the torch. We sat long over our meal, talking together in subdued voices, for we did not like the dismal echos that rang through the vault above when we happened to raise them. At last the faint light that came through died away, warning us that it was night and time for rest. We therefore put out our torch and lay down to sleep. On awaking it was some time ere we could collect our faculties so as to remember where we were, and we were in much uncertainty as to whether it was early or late. We saw by the faint light that it was day. We could not guess at the hour, so Jack proposed that we dive out and reconnoitre. No, Jack, said I. Do you rest here? You've had enough to do during the last few days. Rest yourself now, and take care of Peterkin while I go out to see what the pirates are about. I'll be very careful not to expose myself, and I'll bring you word again in a short time. Very well, Ralph, answered Jack, please yourself, but don't worry. If you'll take my advice, you'll go in your clothes, for I would like to have some fresh coconuts, and climbing trees without clothes is uncomfortable to say the least of it. The pirates will be sure to keep a sharp lookout, said Peterkin, so pray, be careful. No fear, said I. Goodbye. Goodbye, answered my comrades. And while the words were yet sounding in my ears, I plunged into the water, and in a few seconds found myself in the open air. On rising I was careful to come up gently and to breathe softly while I kept close in beside the rocks, but as I observed no one near me I crept slowly out and ascended the cliff a step at a time till I obtained a full view of the shore. No pirates were to be seen, even their boat was gone, but as it was possible they might have hidden themselves I did not venture too boldly forward. Then it occurred to me to look out to sea, when to my surprise I saw the pirate schooner sailing away almost hauled down on the horizon. On seeing this I uttered a shout of joy. Then my first impulse was to dive back to tell my companions the good news, I checked myself and ran to the top of the cliff in order to make sure that the vessel I saw was indeed the pirate schooner. I looked long and anxiously at her and giving vent to a deep sigh of relief said aloud, yes, there she goes, the villains have been balked at their prey this time at least. Not so sure of that, said a deep voice at my side I let the same moment a heavy hand grasped my shoulder and held it as if in a vice. End of Chapter 21 Recording by Tom Weiss Chapter 22 of The Coral Island This Librebox recording is in the public domain Recording by Tom Weiss The Coral Island by R. M. Bellentine Chapter 22 I fall into the hands of pirates, how they treated me and what I said to them, the result of the whole ending in a melancholy separation and in a most unexpected gift. My heart seemed to leap into my throat at the words and turning round I beheld the men of immense stature and fierce aspect regarding me with a smile of contempt. I was in the way of the man of the sea man, that is to say, he was a man of European blood, though his face from long exposure to the weather was deeply bronzed. His dress was that of a common sea man, except that he had on a Greek skullcap and wore a broad shawl of the richest silk round his waist. The rich, like the locks on his head, were short, curly and sprinkled with gray hairs. So, youngster, he said with a sardonic smile while I felt his grasp tighten on my shoulder, the villains have been balked of their prey, have they? We shall see. We shall see. Now, you welp, look yonder. As he spoke, the pirate uttered a shrill whistle. To you it was answered, and the pirate boat rode round the point at the water-garden and came rapidly towards us. Now go make a fire on that point, and, harky, youngster, if you try to run away I'll send a quick and sure messenger after you, and he pointed significantly at his pistols. I obeyed in silence, and as I happened to have the burning-glass in my pocket a hand into the air. It had scarcely appeared for two minutes when the boom of a gun rolled over the sea, and looking up I saw that the schooner was making for the island again. It now flashed across me that this was a ruse on the part of the pirates, and that they had sent their vessel away knowing it would lead us to suppose that they had left all together. But there was no use of them completely in their power, so I stood helplessly beside the pirate, watching the crew of the boat as they landed on the beach. For an instant I contemplated rushing over the cliff into the sea, but this I saw I could not now accomplish as some of the men were already between me and the water. There was a good deal of jesting at the success of their scheme as the crew made a video titled of Captain. They were a ferocious set of men, with shaggy beards and scowling brows. All of them were armed with cutlasses and pistols, and their costumes were with trifling variations similar to that of the Captain. As I looked from one to the other and observed the low scowling brows that never unbent even when the men left and the mean, rascally felt that my life hung by a hair. But where are the other cubs?" cried one of the men with an oath that made me shudder. I'll swear to it there were three at least, if not more. You hear what he says, well, where are the other dogs? said the Captain. If you mean my companions, said I in a low voice, I won't tell you. A loud laugh burst from the pirate captain looked at me in surprise. Then drawing a pistol from his belt, he cocked it and said, Now, youngster, listen to me. I've no time to waste here. If you don't tell me all you know I'll blow your brains out. Where are your comrades? For an instant I hesitated, not knowing what to do in this extremity. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. Villain, said I, in my clenched fist in his face, to blow my brains out would make short work of me and be soon over. Death by drowning is a sure and the agony prolonged. Yet I tell you to your face, if you were to toss me over Yon Cliff into the sea, I would not tell you where my companions are, and I dare you to try me. The Captain grew white with rage as I spoke. Say you so, cried he, out of fear's oath. Here, lads, take him by the legs and heave him in quick. The men who were utterly silenced was surprised at my audacity, advanced and seized me, and as they carried me towards the cliff, I congratulated myself not a little on the success of my scheme, for I knew that once in the water I should be safe and could rejoin Jack and Peterkin in the cave. But my hopes were suddenly crying up. Hold on, lads, hold on. We'll give him a taste of the thumb screws before throwing him to the sharks. Away with him into the boat, look alive, the breeze is freshening. The men instantly raised me shoulder high, and hurrying down the rocks tossed me into the bottom of the boat, where I lay for some time stunned with the violence of my fall. On recovering sufficiently to raise myself on my elbow, I perceived outside the coral reef and close alongside the schooner, which was of small size and clipper built. I had only time to observe this much when I received a severe kick on the side from one of the men who ordered me in a rough voice to jump aboard. Rising hastily I clamored up the side. In a few minutes the boat was hoisted on deck, the vessel's head put close to the wind, and the coral island dropped slowly a stern as we beat up against a head sea. Immediately after coming aboard, the crew were too busily engaged in working the ship and getting in the boat to attend me, so I remained leaning against the bulwarks close to the gangway, watching their operations. I was surprised to find that there were no guns or caronades of any kind in the vessel, which had more the appearance of a fast sailing trader than a pirate, but I didn't know anything. The brass work of the binnacle and about the tiller as well as the copper-belaying pins were as brightly polished as if they had just come from the foundry. The decks were pure white and smooth, the masts were clean scraped and varnished except at the cross-trees and truck, which were painted black. The standing and running rigging was in the most perfect order and the sails white as snow. Everything from the single narrow red stripe on her low black hull to the trucks on her tapering mast evinced an amount of care and strict discipline that would have done credit to a ship of the Royal Navy. There was nothing lumbering or unseemly about the vessel, excepting perhaps a boat, which lay on the deck with its keel up between the four and main mast. It seemed disproportionately large for the schooner, but when I the crew amounted to between 30 and 40 men, I concluded that this boat was held in reserve in case of any accident, compelling the crew to desert the vessel. As I have before said, the costumes of the men were similar to that of the captain, but in headgear they differed not only from him, but from each other. Some wearing the ordinary straw hat of the merchant service, while others wore cloth caps and red worsted night caps. I observed that all their arms were sent below, the captain only retaining his cutlass and a single pistol in the folds of his shawl. Although the captain was the tallest and most powerful man in the ship, he did not strikingly excel many of his men in this respect, and the only difference that an ordinary observer would have noticed was a certain degree of open candor, straightforward daring in the bold ferocious direction of his face, which rendered him less repulsive than his low-browed associates, but did not by any means induce the belief that he was a hero. This look was, however, the indication of that spirit which gave him the preeminence among the crew of desperados who called him captain. He was a lion-like villain, totally devoid of personal fear and utterly reckless of consequences, and therefore a terror to his men who individually hated him, but unitedly felt it to be to their advantage to have him at their head. But my thoughts soon reverted to the dear companions whom I had left on shore, and as I turned towards the coral island, which was now far away to Leeward, I sighed deeply, and the tears rolled slowly down my cheeks as I thought that I might never see them more. So your blubbering are you, you obstinate welp, said the deep voice of the captain as he came up and gave me a box on the ear that nearly felled me to the deck. I don't allow any such weakness aboard of this ship, so clap a stopper on your eyes, or I'll give you something to cry for. I flushed with indignation at this rough and cruel treatment, but felt that giving way to anger would only make matters worse, but no reply, but took out my handkerchief and dried my eyes. I thought you were made of better stuff, continued the captain angrily. I'd rather have a mad bulldog aboard than a watery-eyed puppy, but I'll cure you, lad, or introduce you to the sharks before long. Now go below and stay there till I call you. As I walked forward to obey, my eye fell on a small keg standing by the side of the main mess, on which the word gunpowder was written in pencil. It immediately flashed across me that as we were beating up against the wind, anything floating in the sea would be driven on the reef encircling the coral island. I also recollected, for thought is more rapid than the lightning, that my old companions had a pistol. Without a moment's hesitation, therefore, I lifted the keg from the deck and tossed it into the sea. An exclamation of surprise burst from the captain and some of the men who witnessed this act of mine. Striding up to me and uttering fearful implications, the captain raised his hand to strike me while he shouted, Boy, Welp, what mean you by that? If you lower your hand, said I in a loud voice, while I felt the blood rush to my temples, I'll tell you. Until you do so, I'm dumb. The captain stepped back and regarded me with a look of amazement. Now, continued I, I threw that keg into the sea, because the wind and waves will carry it to my friends on the coral island who happen to have a pistol, but no powder. I hope that it will reach them soon, and my only regret is that the keg was not a bigger one. Moreover, pirate, you said just now that you thought I was made of better stuff. I don't know what stuff I am made of. I never thought much about that subject, but I'm quite certain of this, that I am made of such stuff as the like of you shall never tame, though you shall do your worst. To my surprise, the captain, instead of flying into a rage, smiled and thrusting his hand into the voluminous shawl that encircled his waist, turned on his heel and walked half while I went below. Here, instead of being rudely handled as I had expected, the men received me with a shout of laughter, and one of them, patting me on the back, said, well done, lad, you're a brick, and I have no doubt will turn out to be a rare cove. Bloody Bill there was just such a fellow as you are, and he's now the biggest cutthroat of us all. Take a can of beer, lad, cried another, and wet your whistle after that speech of urine to the captain. If any one of us had made it, youngster, he would have had no whistle to wet by this time. Stop your clapperjack, vociferated a third. Give a boy a junk of meat. Don't you see he's the most gone to kick the bucket? And no wonder, said the first speaker with an oath, after the tumble you gave him into the boat. I guess it would have broke your neck if you had got it. I did, indeed, feel somewhat faint, which was owing doubtless to the combined effects of ill-use each and hunger, for it will be recollected that I had dived out of the cave that morning before breakfast, and it was now near midday. I therefore gladly accepted a plate of boiled pork and a yam, which were handed to me by one of the men from the locker on which some of the crew were seated eating their dinner. But I must add that the zest with which I ate my meal was much abated in consequence of the frightful oaks and the terrible language that flowed from the lips of these godless men, even in the midst of their hilarity and good humor. The man who had been alluded to us as Bloody Bill was seated near me, and I could not help wondering at the moody silence he maintained among his comrades. He did indeed reply to their questions in a careless off-hand tone, but he never volunteered a remark. The only difference between him and the others was his tacturnity and his size, for he was nearly, if not quite, as large a man as the captain. During the remainder of the afternoon I was left to my own reflections which were anything but agreeable, for I could not vanish from my mind the threat about the thumb screws of the nature and use of which I had a vague but terrible conception. I was still meditating on my unhappy fate when, just after nightfall, one of the watch on deck called down the hatchway. Hello there! Why don't you tumble up and light the cabin lamp and send that boy aft to the captain, sharp? Now then, do you hear, youngster? The captain wants you. Look alive, said Bloody Bill, raising his huge frame from the locker on which he had been asleep for the last two hours. He sprang up the ladder and I instantly followed him, and going aft was shown into the room who closed the door after me. A small silver lamp which hung from a beam through a dim, soft light over the cabin which was a small apartment and comfortably but plainly furnished. Seated on a camp stool at the table and busily engaged in examining a chart of the Pacific was the captain who looked up as I entered and in a quiet voice bade me be seated while he threw down his pencil, and rising from the table stretched himself on a sofa at the upper end of the cabin. Boy, said he, looking me full in the face, what is your name? Ralph Rover, I replied. Where did you come from and how came you to be on that island? How many companions had you on it? Answer me now and mind you tell me no lies. I never tell lies, said I firmly. The captain received this reply with a cold sarcastic smile and bade me answer his questions. I then told him the history of myself and my companions from the time we sailed to the day of his visit to the island taking care, however, to make no mention of the Diamond Cave. After I had concluded he was silent for a few minutes then looking up he said, Boy, I believe you I was surprised at this remark for I could not imagine why he should not believe me however I made no reply. And what continued the captain makes you think that this schooner is a pirate. The black flag, said I, showed me what you are and if any further proof or wanting I have had it in the brutal treatment I have received at your hands. The captain frowned as I spoke but subduing his anger he continued, Boy, you are too bold. I admit that we treated you roughly but that was because you made us lose time and gave us a good deal of trouble. As to the black flag that is merely a joke that my fellows play off upon people sometimes in order to frighten them it is their humor and does no harm. I am no pirate boy but a lawful traitor, a rough one I grant you. But one can't help that in these seas where there are so many pirates on the water and such murderous blackards on the land I carry on a trade in sandalwood with the Fiji islands and if you choose Ralph to behave yourself and be a good boy I'll take you along with me and give you a good share of the profits. You see, I'm in one of an honest boy like you to look after the cabin and keep the log and super intend the traffic on shore sometimes. What say you Ralph? Would you like to become a sandalwood traitor? I was much surprised by this explanation and a good deal relieved to find that the vessel, after all was not a pirate but instead of replying I said if it be as you state then why did you take me from my island and why do you not now take me back? The captain smiled as he replied I took you off an anger boy and I'm sorry for it. I would even now take you back but we are too far away from it. See, there it is, he added laying his finger on the chart and we are now here. Fifty miles at least. It would not be fair to my men to put about now for they have all an interest in the trade. I could make no reply to this so after a little more conversation I agreed to become one of the crew, at least until we could reach some civilized island where I might be put ashore. The captain ascended to this proposition and after thanking him for the promise I left the cabin and went on deck with feelings that ought to have been lighter but which were I could not tell why marvelously heavy and uncomfortable still. End of Chapter 22 Recording by Tom Weiss Chapter 23 of The Coral Island This LibriVox recording is in the public domain Recording by Tom Weiss The Coral Island by R. M. Valentine Chapter 23 Bloody Bill Dark Sermizes A strange sail and a strange crew and a still stranger cargo New reasons for favoring missionaries A murderous massacre and thoughts thereon Three weeks after the conversation narrated in the last chapter I was standing on the quarter deck of the schooner watching the gambles of a shoal of porpoises that swam round us. It was a dead calm one of those still hot sweltering days so common in the Pacific when nature seems to have gone to sleep and the only thing in water or in air that proves her still alive is her long deep breathing in the swell of the mighty sea. No cloud floated in the deep blue above no ripple broke the reflected blue below. The sun shone fiercely in the sky and a ball of fire blazed with almost equal power from out the bosom of the water. So intensely still was it and so perfectly transparent was the surface of the deep that had it not been for the long swell already alluded to we might have believed the surrounding universe to be a huge blue liquid ball and our little ship the one solitary material spec in all creation floating in the midst of it. No sound broke on our ears saved the soft puff now and then of a porpoise the slow creek of the mass as we swayed gently on the swell the patter of the reef points and the occasional flap of the hanging sails. An awning covered the fore and after parts of the schooner under which the men composing the watch on deck lulled in sleepy indolence overcome with excessive heat bloody bill as the men invariably called him was standing at the tiller but his post for the present was a sine cure and he wiled away the time by alternately gazing in dreamy abstraction at the compass in the vinegar and by walking to the trail in order to spit into the sea in one of these turns he came near to where I was standing and leaning over the side looked long and earnestly down into the blue wave. This man although he was learned and often surly was the only human being on board with whom I had the slightest desire to become better acquainted. The other men seeing that I did not relish their company and knowing that I was a protege of the captain treated me with total indifference. Bloody bill it is true did the same but as this was his conduct to everyone else it was not peculiar in reference to me. After twice I tried to draw him into conversation but he always turned away after a few cold monosyllables. As he now leaned over the trophale close beside me I said to him, Bill why is it that you are so gloomy why do you never speak to anyone? Bill smiled slightly as he replied well I suppose it's because I ain't got nothing to say. I said I amusingly you look like a man that could think and such men can usually speak. So they came youngster rejoined Bill somewhat sternly and I could speak too if I had a mind to but what's the use of speaking here? The men only opened their mouths to curse and swear and they seem to find it entertaining but I don't so I hold my tongue. I rather not hear you speak at all than hear you speak like the other men but I don't swear Bill so you might talk to me sometimes I think. Besides I'm weary of spending day after day in this way without a single soul to say a pleasant word to. I've been used to friendly conversation Bill and I really would take it kind if you would talk with me a little now and then. Bill looked at me in surprise and I thought I observed a sad expression pass across his sunburned face. And where have you been used to friendly conversation said Bill looking down again into the sea. Not on that coral island I take it. Yes indeed said I energetically. I have spent many of the happiest months in my life on that coral island. And without waiting to be further questioned I launched out into a glowing account of the life that Jack and Peterkin and I had spent together and related minutely every circumstance that befell us while on the island. Boy boy said Bill in a voice so deep that it startled me this is no place for you. That's true said I I am of little use on board and I don't like my comrades but I can't help it and at any rate I hope to be free soon. Free said Bill looking at me in surprise. Yes free returned I. The captain said he would put me ashore after this trip was over. This trip? Artie boy said Bill lowering his voice what said the captain to you the day you came aboard. He said that he was a trader in Sandlewood and no pirate and told me that if I would join him for this trip he would give me a share of the profits or put me ashore in some civilized island if I chose. Bill's brows lowered savagely as he muttered. I he said truth when he told you he was a Sandlewood trader but he lied when sail ho! shouted the lookout at the mast head. Where away cried Bill springing to the tiller while the men startled by the sudden cry jumped up and gazed round the horizon. On the starboard quarter all down sir answered the lookout. At this moment the captain came on deck and mounting into the rigging surveyed the sail through the glass then sweeping his eye round the horizon he gazed steadily at the particular point. Taken top sails shouted the captain swinging himself down on the deck by the main backstage Taken top sails roared the first mate. They sir answered the men as they sprang into the rigging and went aloft like cats. Instantly all was bustle on board the hitherto quiet schooner. The top sails were taken in and stowed. The men stood by the sheets and halyards and the captain gazed anxiously at the breeze which was now rushing towards us like a sheet of dark blue. In a few seconds it struck us. The schooner trembled as if in surprise at the sudden onset while she fell away. Then bending gracefully into the wind as though in acknowledgement of her subjection she cut through the waves with her sharp prowl like a dolphin while Bill directed her course towards the strange sail. In half an hour we neared her sufficiently to make out that she was a schooner and from the clumsy appearance of her mass and sails we judged her to be a traitor. She evidently did not like our appearance. For the instant the breeze reached her she crowded all sail and showed us her stern. As the breeze had moderated a little our top sails were again shaken out and it soon became evident despite the proverb a stern chase is a long one that we doubled her speed and would overhaul her speedily. When within a mile we hoisted British colors but receiving no acknowledgement the captain ordered a shot to be fired across her bowels. In a moment to my surprise a large portion of the bottom of the boat amidst ships was removed and in the hole thus exposed appeared an immense brass gun. It worked on a swivel and was elevated by means of machinery it was quickly loaded and fired. The heavy ball struck the water a few yards ahead of the chase and ricocheting into the air plunged into the sea a mile beyond it. This produced the desired effect. The strange vessel backed her top sails and hoved too while we ranged up and laid to about a hundred yards off. Lower the boat cried the captain. In a second the boat was lowered in man by part of the crew who were all armed with cutlasses and pistols. As the captain passed me to get into it he said jump into the stern sheets Ralph I may want you. I obeyed and in ten minutes more we were standing on the strangers deck. We were all much surprised at the sight that met our eyes. Instead of a crew of such sailors as we were accustomed to see there were only fifteen blacks standing on the quarter deck and regarding us with looks of undisguised alarm. They were totally unarmed and most of them unclothed. One or two however were portions of the European attire. One had on a pair of duck trousers which were much too large for him and stuck out in a most ungainly matter. Another wore nothing but the common scanty native garment round the loins and a black beaver hat but the most ludicrous personage of all and one who seemed to be chief was a tall middle aged man of a mild simple expression of countenance who wore a white cotton shirt, a long tailed coat and a straw hat while his black brawny legs were totally uncovered below the knees. Where is the commander of this ship inquired our captain stepping up to this individual? I asked Captain, he answered, taking off his straw hat and making a low bow. You said our captain in surprise. Where do you come from and where are you bound? What cargo have you aboard? Well, I'm going to go with the swallowtail. My tukataki. We was go for Rarotanga. We is native miscellany ship. Our name is the olive branch and our cargo is two tons coconuts, 70 pigs, 20 cats, and the gospel. This announcement was received by the crew of our vessel with a shout of laughter which, however, was preemptorily checked by the captain whose expression instantly changed from one of severity to that of frank urbanity as he advanced towards the missionary and shook him warmly by the hand. I am very glad to have fallen in with you, said he, and I wish you much success in your missionary labors. Pray take me to your cabin as I wish to converse with you privately. The missionary immediately took him by the hand and as he led him away I heard him saying, I had to find you traitor. We taught you be pirate. You very like one about the mass. What conversation the captain had with this man I never heard. But he came on deck again in a quarter of an hour and shaking hands cordially with the missionary ordered us into our boat and returned to the schooner which was immediately put before the wind. In a few minutes the olive branch was left that afternoon as I was down below at dinner I heard the men talking about this curious ship. I wonder, said one, why our captain looked so sweet on Jan's swallow-tailed supercargo of pigs and gospels. If it had been an ordinary trader now we would have taken as many of the pigs as he required and sent the ship with all on board to the bottom. Why, Dick, you must be new to these seas to know that, cried another. The captain cares as much for the gospel as you do and that's precious little. But he knows and everybody knows that the only place among the southern islands where a ship can put in and get what she wants in comfort is where the gospel has been sent to. There are hundreds of islands at this blessed moment where you might as well jump straight into a shark's maw as land without a band of 30 comrades armed to the teeth to back you. I, said a man with a deep scar over his right eye, Dick's new to the work, but if the captain takes us for a cargo with sandalwood to the Fijis he'll get a taste of those black gentry in their native condition. For my part I don't know and I don't care what the gospel does to them but I know that when any of the islands chance to get it trade goes all smooth and easy. But where they hadn't got it Beeslebub himself could hardly desire better company. Well, you ought to be a good judge cried another laughing for you've never kept any company but the worst all your life. Ralph Rover shouted a voice down the hatchway. Captain wants you aft. Springing up the ladder I hastened to the cabin pondering as I went the strange testimony born by these men to the effect of the gospel on savage natures testimony which as it was perfectly disinterested I had no doubt whatever was strictly true. On coming again on deck I found bloody Bill at the helm and as we were alone together I tried to draw him into conversation. After repeating to him the conversation in the forecastle about the missionaries I said tell me Bill is this schooner really a traitor in sandalwood? Yes Ralph she is but she's just this really a pirate the black flag you saw flying at the peak was no deception. Then how can you say she's a traitor as dying? Why as to that she trades when she can't take by force but she takes by force when she can in preference. Ralph he added lowering his voice if you had seen the bloody deeds that I have witnessed done on these decks you would not need to ask if we were pirates. But you'll find it out soon enough as for the missionaries the captain favors them because they aren't useful to him the South Sea Islanders are such incarnate friends that they are the better of being tamed and the missionaries are the only men who can do it. Our track after this lay through several clusters of small islets among which we were even once. During this part of our voyage the watch on deck and the lookout at the mast head were more than usually vigilant as we were not only in danger of being attacked by the natives who I learned from the captain's remarks were a bloody and deceitful tribe at this group but we were also exposed to much risk from the multitudes of coral reefs that rose up in the channels between the islands some of them just above the surface others a few feet below it our precautions against the savages I found were indeed necessary. One day we were recommed among a group of small islands most of which appeared to be uninhabited as we were in want of fresh water the captain sent the boat ashore to bring off a cask or two but we were mistaken in thinking there were no natives for scarcely had we drawn near to the shore when a band of naked blacks rushed out of the bush and assembled on the beach brandishing their clubs and spears in a threatening manner. Our men were well armed but refrained from showing any signs of hostility and rode nearer in order to converse with the natives and I now found that more than one of the crew could imperfectly speak dialects of the language peculiar to the South Sea islanders when within 40 yards of the shore we ceased rowing and the first mate stood up to address the multitude but instead of answering us they replied with a shower of stones some of which cut the men severely instantly our muskets were leveled and a volley was about to be fired when the captain hailed us in a loud voice from the schooner which lay not more than five or six hundred yards off the shore don't fire he shouted angrily pull off the mate ahead of you the men looked surprised at this order and uttered deep curses as they prepared to obey for their wrath was roused and they burned for revenge three or four of them hesitated and seemed disposed to mutiny don't distress yourselves lads said the mate while a bitter smile curled his lip obey orders the captains not demand to take an insult tamely if long Tom does not speak finally I'll give myself to the shards the men smiled significantly as they pulled from the shore which was now crowded with a dense mass of savages accounting probably to five or six hundred we had not rode off a couple of hundred yards when a loud roar thundered over the sea and the big brass gun send a withering shower of great point blank into the midst of the living mass through which was cut while I yell the like of which I could not have imagined burst from the miserable survivors as they fled into the woods amongst the heaps of dead that lay on the sand just where they had fallen I could distinguish mutilated forms writhing in agony while ever and anon one and another rose convulsively from out of the mass endeavored to stagger towards the wood and ere they had taken a few steps fell and wallowed on the bloody sand my blood curdled within me as I witnessed this frightful and wanton slaughter but I had little time to think for the captain's deep voice came again over the water towards us pull ashore lads and fill your water-casts the men obeyed in silence and it seemed to me as if even their hard hearts were shocked by the ruthless deed on gaining the mouth at which we intended to take in water we found it flowing with blood for the greater part of those who were slain had been standing on the banks of the stream a short way above its mouth many of the wretched creatures had fallen into it and we found one body which had been carried down jammed between two rocks with the staring eyeballs turned towards us no one dared to oppose our landing now so we carried our cast to a pool above the murder group and having filled them returned on board fortunately a breeze sprang up soon afterwards and carried us away from the dreadful spot but it could not whack me away from the memory of what I had seen and this thought I gazing in horror at the captain who with a quiet look of indifference leaned upon the trafail smoking a cigar and contemplating the fertile green eyelets as they passed him like a lovely picture before our eyes this is the man who favors the missionaries because they are useful to him and contain the savages better than anyone else can do it then I wondered in my mind whether it were possible for any missionary to tame him end of chapter 23 recording by Tom Weiss chapter 24 of the Coral Island this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by Tom Weiss the Coral Island by R. 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Valentine chapter 24 Bloody Bill is communicative and sagacious unpleasant prospects retrospective meditations interrupted by volcanic agency the pirates negotiate with the Fiji chief various etc. that are calculated to surprise and horrify it was many days after the events just narrated ere I recovered a little of my wanted spirits I could not shake off the feeling for a long time that I was in a frightful dream and the sight of our captain filled me with so much horror that I kept out of his way as much as my duties about the cabin would permit fortunately he took so little notice of me that he did not observe my change feelings towards him otherwise it might have been worse for me but I was now resolved that I would run away the very first island we should land at and commit myself to the hospitality of the natives and remain an hour longer than I could help in the pirate schooner I pondered this subject a good deal and at last made up my mind to communicate my intention to Bloody Bill for during several talks I had had with him of late I felt assured that he too would willingly escape if possible when I told him of my design he shook his head no no Ralph said he you must not think of running away here among some of the groups of islands you might do so with safety but if you tried it here you would find that you had jumped out of the frying pan into the fire how so Bill said I would the natives not receive me that they would lad but they would eat you too eat me said I in surprise I thought the South Sea islanders never ate anybody except their enemies ejaculated Bill I supposed was your tender hearted friends in England that put that notion into your head there's a set of soft hearted folk at home that I knows on who don't like to have their feelings ruffled and when you tell them anything they don't like that shocks them as they call it no matter how true it be they stop their ears and cry out oh that is too horrible we can't believe that and they say true they can't believe it because they won't believe it now I believe there's thousands of the people in England who are sick born driven won't believers that they think the black fellows here ways at the worst eat an enemy only now and then out of spite whereas I know for certain and many captains of the British and American navies know as well as me that the Fiji Islanders eat not only their enemies but one other and they do it not for spite but for pleasure it's a fact that they prefer human flesh to any other but they don't like white man's flesh so well as black they say it makes them sick why bill said I you told me just now that they would eat me if they caught me so I did and so I think they would I've only heard some of them say they don't like white men so well as black but if they was hungry they wouldn't be particular anyhow I'm sure they would kill you you see Ralph I've been a good while in them parts and I've visited the different groups of islands often times as a trader and thorough going black guard some of them traders are no better than pirates I can tell you one captain that I sailed with was not a chip better than the one we're with now he was trading with a friendly chief one day aboard his vessel the chief had swam off to us with the things portrayed tied atop his head for them chaps are like otters in the water well the chief was hard on the captain and would not part with some of his things when their bargaining was over they shook hands and the chief jumped overboard to swim ashore but before he got 40 yards from the ship the captain seized a musket and shot him he then hove up anchor and put to sea and as we sailed along the shore he dropped six black fellows with his rifle remarking that that would spoil the trade for the next comers but as I was saying I'm up to the ways of these fellows one of the laws of the country is that every shipwrecked person who happens to be cast ashore be he dead or alive is doomed to be roasted and eaten there was a small trading schooner wrecked off one of these islands where we were lying there in harbour during the storm the crew was lost all but three men who swam ashore the moment they landed they were seized by the natives and carried up into the woods we know pretty well what their fate would be but we could not help them for our crew was small and if we had gone ashore they would likely have killed us all we never saw the three men again but we heard frightful yelling and dancing and merrymaking that night and one of the natives who came aboard to trade with us next day told us that the long pigs as he called the men had been roasted and eaten and their bones were to be converted into sail needles he also said that white men were bad to eat and that most of the people on shore were sick I was very much shocked and cast down in my mind at this terrible account of the natives and asked Bill what he would advise me to do looking round the deck to make sure that we were not overheard he lowered his voice and said there are two or three ways that we might escape route but none of them is easy if the captain would only sail for some of the islands near Tahiti we might run away there well enough because the natives are all Christians and we find that wherever the savages take up with Christianity they always give over their bloody ways and are safe to be trusted I never cared for Christianity myself he continued in a soliloquizing voice and I don't well know what it means but a man with half an eye can see what it does for these black critters however the captain always keeps a sharp look out after us when we get the blacks that one or two of us are tired of this company then we might manage to cut the boat adrift some fine night when it's our watch on deck and clear off before they discovered that we were gone but we would run the risk of being caught by the blacks I wouldn't like to try that plan but you and I will think over it Ralph and see what's to be done in the meantime it's our watch below so I'll go and turn in so Ralph made me good night and went below While a comrade took his place at the helm but feeling no desire to enter into conversation with him I walked half and leaning over the stern looked down into the phosphorescent waves that girdled around the rudder and streamed out like a flame of blue light in the vessel's weight my thoughts were very sad and I could With the happy, peaceful time I had spent on the coral island with my dear companions. As I thought upon Jack and Peterkin, anxious for boatings crossed my mind, and I pictured to myself the grief and dismay with which they would search every nook and corner of the island in a vain attempt to discover my dead body, for I felt assured that if they did not see any sign of the pirate schooner or boat when they came out of the cave to look for me, they would never imagine that I had been carried away. I wondered too how Jack would succeed in getting Peterkin out of the cave without my assistance, and I trembled when I thought that he might lose presence of mind and begin to kick when he was in the tunnel. These thoughts were suddenly interrupted and put to flight by a bright red blaze which lighted up the horizon to the southward and cast a crimson glow far over the sea. This appearance was accompanied by a low growling sound, as of distant thunder, and at the same time the sky above us became black while a hot, stifling wind blew around us in fitful gusts. The crew assembled hastily on deck, and most of them were under the belief that a frightful hurricane was pending, but the captain coming on deck soon explained the phenomena. It's only a volcano, said he. I knew there was one hereabouts, but thought it was extinct, up, there, and furl top-gallant sails will likely have a breeze and its well to be ready. As he spoke, a shower began to fall which we quickly observed was not rain, but fine ashes. As we were many miles distant from the volcano, these must have been carried to us from it by the wind. As the captain had predicted, a stiff breeze soon afterwards sprang up, under the influence of which we speedily left the volcano far behind us, but during the greater part of the night we could see its lurid glare and hear its distant thunder. The shower did not cease to fall for several hours, and we must have sailed under it for nearly forty miles, perhaps farther. When we emerged from the cloud, our decks in every part of the rigging were completely covered with a thick coat of ashes. I was very much interested in this, and recollected that Jack had often spoken of many of the islands of the Pacific as being volcanoes, either active or extinct, and had said that the whole region was more or less volcanic, and that some scientific men were of the opinion that the islands of the Pacific were nothing more or less than the mountain tops of a huge continent which had sunk under the influence of volcanic agency. Three days after passing the volcano, we found ourselves a few miles to windward of an island of considerable size and luxuriant aspect. It consisted of two mountains which seemed to be nearly four thousand feet high. They were separated from each other by a broad valley whose thick growing trees ascended a considerable distance up the mountain sides, and rich level plains or meadowlands spread round the base of the mountains, except at the point immediately opposite the large valley where a river seemed to carry the trees, as it were, along with it down to the white sandy shore. The mountain tops, unlike those of our coral island, were sharp, needle shaped and bare, while their sides were more rugged and grand and outlined than anything I had yet seen in those seas. Bloody bill was beside me when the island first hoeved in sight. Ah, he exclaimed, I know that island well. They call it Emo. Have you been there before, then? I inquired. I that I have, often and so has the schooner. Is a famous island for sandalwood. We have taken many cargos of it already, and have paid for them, too, for the savages are so numerous that we dared not try to take it by force. But our captain has tried to cheat them so often that they're beginning not to like us over much now. Besides the men behaved ill the last time we were here, and I wonder the captain is not afraid to venture. But he's afraid of nothing earthly, I believe. We soon ran inside the barrier coral reef, and let go our anchor in six fathoms water, just opposite the mouth of a small creek whose shores were densely covered with mangroves and tall, lembracious trees. The principal village of the natives lay about half a mile from this point. Ordering the boat out, the captain jumped into it and ordered me to follow him. The men, fifteen in number, were well armed, and the mate was directed to have long tom ready for emergencies. Have weighed lads, cried the captain. The oars fell into the water at the word, the boat shot from the schooner's side, and in a few minutes reached the shore. Here contrary to our expectation, we were met with the utmost cordiality by Romada, the principal chief of the island, who conducted us to his house and gave us mats to sit upon. I observed in passing that the natives, of whom there were two or three thousand, were totally unarmed. After a short preliminary platter, a feast of baked pigs and various roots were spread before us, of which we partook sparingly, and then proceeded to business. The captain, stated his objective in visiting the island, regretted that there had been a slight misunderstanding during the last visit, and hoped that no ill will was borne by either party, and that a satisfactory trade would be accomplished. Romada answered that he had forgotten there had been any difference between them, protested that he was delighted to see his friends again, and assured them they should have every assistance in cutting and embarking the wood. The terms were afterwards agreed on, and we rose to depart. All this conversation was afterwards explained to me by Bill, who understood the language pretty well. Romada accompanied us on board, and explained that a great chief from another island was then on a visit to him, and that he was to be ceremoniously entertained on the following day. After begging to be allowed to introduce him to us, and receiving permission, he sent his canoe ashore to bring him off. At the same time, he gave orders to bring on board his two favorites, a cock and a parakeet. While the canoe was gone on this errand, I had time to regard the savage chief attentively. He was a man of immense size, with massive but beautifully molded limbs and figure, only parts of which the broad chest and muscular arms were uncovered. For although the lower quarters generally wore no other clothing than a strip of cloth called marrow round their loins, the chief, on particular occasions, wrapped his person in voluminous fold of a species of native cloth made from the bark of the Chinese paper mulberry. Romada wore a magnificent black beard and mustache, and his hair was frizzed out to such an extent that it resembled a large turban in which was stuck a long wooden pin. I afterwards found that this pin served for scratching the head, for which purpose the fingers were too short without disarranging the hair. But Romada put himself to much greater inconvenience on account of his hair, for we found that he slept with his head resting on a wooden pillow in which was cut a hollow for the neck so that the hair of the sleeper might not be disarranged. In ten minutes the canoe returned, bringing the other chief, who certainly presented a most extraordinary appearance, having painted one half of his face red and the other half yellow, besides ornamenting it with various designs in black. Otherwise he was much the same in appearance as Romada, though not so powerfully built. As this chief had never seen a ship before, except for chance some of the petty traders that had long intervals visit these remote islands, he was much taken up with the neatness and beauty of all the fittings of the schooner. He was particularly struck with the musket which was shown to him, and asked where the white men got hatchets hard enough to cut the tree of which the barrel was made. While he was thus engaged, his brother chief stood aloof, talking with the captain, and fondling a superb cock and a little blue-headed parakeet, the favorites of which I have before spoken. I observed that all the other natives walked in a crouching posture while in the presence of Romada. Before our guests left us, the captain ordered the brass gun to be uncovered and fired for their gratification, and I have every reason to believe he did so for the purpose of showing our superior power, in case the natives should harbor any evil designs against us. Romada had never seen this done before, as it had not been uncovered on previous visits, an astonishment with which he viewed it was very amusing. Being desirous of knowing its power, he begged that the captain would fire it, so a shot was put into it. The chiefs were then directed to look at a rock about two miles out at sea, and the gun was fired. In a second, the top of the rock was seen to burst the sunder and to fall in fragments into the sea. Romada was so delighted with the success of this shot that he pointed to a man who was walking on the shore, and begged the captain to fire at him, evidently supposing that his permission was quite sufficient to justify the captain in such an act. He was therefore surprised, and not a little annoyed, when the captain refused to fire at the native and ordered the gun to be housed. Of all the things, however, that afforded matter of amusement these savages, that which pleased Romada's visitor most, was the ship's pump. He never tired of examining it and pumping up the water. Indeed, so much was he taken with this pump that he could not be prevailed on to return on shore, and sent a canoe to fetch his favorite stool, on which he seated himself and spent the remainder of the day in pumping the bilge water out of the ship. Next day the crew went ashore to cut sandalwood, while the captain with one or two men remained on board, in order to be ready, if need be, with the brass gun, which was unhoused and conspicuously elevated with its capacious muzzle directed point-blank at the chief's house. The men were fully armed, as usual, and the captain ordered me to go with them to assist in the work. I was much pleased with this order, for it freed me from the captain's company, which I could not now endure, and it gave me an opportunity of seeing the natives. As we wound along in single file through the rich fragrant groves of banana, coconut, breadfruit, and other trees, I observed that there were many of the plum and banyan trees, with which I had become familiar on the coral island. I noticed also large quantity of taro, roots, yams, and sweet potatoes growing in enclosures. From turning into an open glade of the woods, we came abruptly upon a cluster of native houses. They were built chiefly of bamboo's, and were thatched with the large thick leaves of the pandanus, but many of them had little more than a sloping roof and three sides with an open front, being the most simple shelter from the weather that could well be imagined. Within these and around them were groups of natives, men, women, children, who all stood up to gaze at us as we marched along, followed by the party of men whom the chief had sent to escort us. About half a mile inland we arrived at the spot where the sand wood grew, and while the men set to work, I clambered up an adjoining hill to observe the country. About midday the chief arrived with several followers, one of whom carried a baked pig on a wooden platter, with yams and potatoes on several plantain leaves, which he presented to the men who sat down under the shade of a tree to dine. The chief sat down to dine also, but to my surprise, instead of feeding himself, one of his wives performed that office for him. I was seated beside Bill, and asked him the reason of this. It is beneath his dignity, I believe, to feed himself, answered Bill. But I dare say he's not particular, except on great occasions. They've a strange custom among them, Ralph, which is called taboo, and they carry it to great lengths. If a man chooses a particular tree for his god, the fruit of that tree is taboo to him, and if he eats it he is sure to be killed by his people, and eaten, of course, for killing means eating here away. Can you see that great mop of hair on the chief's head? Well, he has a lot of barbers to keep it in order, and it's a law that whoever touches the head of a living chief, or the body of a dead one, his hands are tabooed. So in that way the barbers' hands are always tabooed, and they dare not use them for their lives, but have to be fed like big babies, as they are, sure enough. But look there, said I, pointing to a man whose skin was of a much lighter color than the generality of the natives. I've seen a few of these light-skinned fellows among the Fijians. They seem to me to be of quite a different race. So they are, answered Bill. These fellows come from the Tongan Islands, which lie a long way to the eastward. They come here to build their big war canoes, and as these take two and sometimes four years to build, there's always some of the brownskins among the black serpents of these islands. By the way, Bill, said I, your mentioning serpents reminds me that I have not seen a reptile of any kind since I came to this part of the world. No more there are any, said Bill, if you accept the niggers themselves. There's none on the islands but a lizard or two, and some sick harmless things, but I never seed any myself. If there's none on the land, however, there's more than enough in the water. And that reminds me of a wonderful brook they have here. But come, I'll show it to you. So saying, Bill arose and leaving the men still busy with the big pig led me into the forest. After proceeding a short distance, we came upon a small pond of stagnant water. A native lad had followed us, to whom we called and beckoned him to come to us. On Bill saying a few words to him, which I did not understand, the boy advanced to the edge of the pond and gave a low peculiar whistle. Immediately the water became agitated, and an enormous eel thrust its head above the surface and allowed the youth to touch it. It was about twelve feet long and as thick round the body as a man's thigh. Lair, said Bill, his lip curling with contempt. What do you think of that for a god, Ralph? This is one of their gods, and it has been fed with dozens of living babies already. How many more it'll get before it dies is hard to say. Babies, said I with an incredulous look, I, babies, return Bill. You're a soft hearted folks at home would say, oh, horrible, impossible to that. And then go away as comfortable and unconcerned as if they're saying horrible, impossible, had made it alive. But I tell you, Ralph, it's a fact. I've seen it with my own eyes the last time I was here, and may have you'll see it too. They don't feed it regularly with living babies, but they give it one now and then as a treat. Back, you brute, cried Bill and disgust, giving the reptile a kick on the snout with his heavy boot that set it sweltering back in agony into its loathsome pool. I thought it lucky for Bill, indeed for all of us, that the native use-back happened to be turned at the time, for I am certain that if the poor savages had come to know that we had so rudely handled their god, we should have had to fight our way back to the ship. As we retraced our steps, I questioned my companion further on this subject. How comes it, Bill, that the mothers allow such a dreadful thing to be done? Allow it. The mothers do it. It seems to me that there's nothing too fiendish or diabolical for these people to do why. In some of the islands they have an institution called the Aroi, and the persons connected with that body are ready for any wickedness that mortal men can devise. In fact, they stick at nothing, and one of their customs is to murder their infants the moment they are born. The mothers agree to it, and the fathers do it. And the mildest ways they have of murdering them is by sticking them through the body with sharp splinters of bamboo, strangling them with their thumbs, or burying them alive and stamping them to death while under the side. I felt sick at heart while my companion recited these horrors. But it's a curious fact, he continued after a pause, during which we walked in silence towards the spot where we had left our comrades. It's a curious fact that whenever the missionaries get a foot in, all these things come to an end at once, and the savages take to do on each other good, and sing in psalms just like Methodists. God bless the missionaries, said I, while a feeling of enthusiasm filled my heart so that I could speak with difficulty. God bless and prosper the missionaries till they get a footing in every island of the sea. I would say I'll mend that prayer, Ralph, if I could, said Bill in a deep, sad voice. But it would be a mere mockery for a man to ask a blessing for others who dare not ask one for himself. But Ralph, he continued, I've not told you half of the abominations I have seen during my life in these seas. If we pull long together, lad, I'll tell you more. And if times have not changed very much since I was here last, it's like that you'll have a chance to see in a little for yourself before long.