Mischief brewing - My blood is made to run cold - Evil consultations and wicked resolves - Bloody Bill attempts to do good and fails - The attack - Wholesale murder - The flight - The escape.
NEXT morning I awoke with a feverish brow and a feeling of deep depression at my heart; and the more I thought on my unhappy fate, the more wretched and miserable did I feel.
I was surrounded on all sides by human beings of the most dreadful character, to whom the shedding of blood was mere pastime.On shore were the natives, whose practices were so horrible that Icould not think of them without shuddering.On board were none but pirates of the blackest dye, who, although not cannibals, were foul murderers, and more blameworthy even than the savages, inasmuch as they knew better.Even Bill, with whom I had, under the strange circumstances of my lot, formed a kind of intimacy, was so fierce in his nature as to have acquired the title of "Bloody" from his vile companions.I felt very much cast down the more I considered the subject and the impossibility of delivery, as it seemed to me, at least for a long time to come.At last, in my feeling of utter helplessness, I prayed fervently to the Almighty that he would deliver me out of my miserable condition; and when I had done so Ifelt some degree of comfort.
When the captain came on deck, before the hour at which the men usually started for the woods, I begged of him to permit me to remain aboard that day, as I did not feel well; but he looked at me angrily, and ordered me, in a surly tone, to get ready to go on shore as usual.The fact was that the captain had been out of humour for some time past.Romata and he had had some differences, and high words had passed between them, during which the chief had threatened to send a fleet of his war-canoes, with a thousand men, to break up and burn the schooner; whereupon the captain smiled sarcastically, and going up to the chief gazed sternly in his face, while he said, "I have only to raise my little finger just now, and my big gun will blow your whole village to atoms in five minutes!"Although the chief was a bold man, he quailed before the pirate's glance and threat, and made no reply; but a bad feeling had been raised and old sores had been opened.
I had, therefore, to go with the wood-cutters that day.Before starting, however, the captain called me into the cabin, and said, -"Here, Ralph, I've got a mission for you, lad.That blackguard Romata is in the dumps, and nothing will mollify him but a gift; so do you go up to his house and give him these whales' teeth, with my compliments.Take with you one of the men who can speak the language."I looked at the gift in some surprise, for it consisted of six white whales' teeth, and two of the same dyed bright red, which seemed to me very paltry things.However, I did not dare to hesitate or ask any questions; so, gathering them up, I left the cabin and was soon on my way to the chief's house, accompanied by Bill.On expressing my surprise at the gift, he said, -"They're paltry enough to you or me, Ralph, but they're considered of great value by them chaps.They're a sort o' cash among them.
The red ones are the most prized, one of them bein' equal to twenty o' the white ones.I suppose the only reason for their bein'
valuable is that there ain't many of them, and they're hard to be got."On arriving at the house we found Romata sitting on a mat, in the midst of a number of large bales of native cloth and other articles, which had been brought to him as presents from time to time by inferior chiefs.He received us rather haughtily, but on Bill explaining the nature of our errand he became very condescending, and his eyes glistened with satisfaction when he received the whales' teeth, although he laid them aside with an assumption of kingly indifference.
"Go," said he, with a wave of the hand, - "go, tell your captain that he may cut wood to-day, but not to-morrow.He must come ashore, - I want to have a palaver with him."As we left the house to return to the woods, Bill shook his head:
"There's mischief brewin' in that black rascal's head.I know him of old.But what comes here?"As he spoke, we heard the sound of laughter and shouting in the wood, and presently there issued from it a band of savages, in the midst of whom were a number of men bearing burdens on their shoulders.At first I thought that these burdens were poles with something rolled round them, the end of each pole resting on a man's shoulder.But on a nearer approach I saw that they were human beings, tied hand and foot, and so lashed to the poles that they could not move.I counted twenty of them as they passed.
"More murder!" said Bill, in a voice that sounded between a hoarse laugh and a groan.
"Surely they are not going to murder them?" said I, looking anxiously into Bill's face.
"I don't know, Ralph," replied Bill, "what they're goin' to do with them; but I fear they mean no good when they tie fellows up in that way."As we continued our way towards the wood-cutters, I observed that Bill looked anxiously over his shoulder, in the direction where the procession had disappeared.At last he stopped, and turning abruptly on his heel, said, -"I tell ye what it is, Ralph, I must be at the bottom o' that affair.Let us follow these black scoundrels and see what they're goin' to do."I must say I had no wish to pry further into their bloody practices; but Bill seemed bent on it, so I turned and went.We passed rapidly through the bush, being guided in the right direction by the shouts of the savages.Suddenly there was a dead silence, which continued for some time, while Bill and Iinvoluntarily quickened our pace until we were running at the top of our speed across the narrow neck of land previously mentioned.
