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CHAPTER XVIIââYOURâ MISS LACKLAND
The next morning Sheldon came in from the plantation to breakfast, to find the mission ketch, Apostle, at anchor, her crew swimming two mares and a filly ashore. Sheldon recognized the animals as belonging to the Resident Commissioner, and he immediately wondered if Joan had bought them. She was certainly living up to her threat of rattling the dry bones of the Solomons, and he was prepared for anything.
âMiss Lackland sent them,â said Welshmere, the missionary doctor, stepping ashore and shaking hands with him. âThereâs also a box of saddles on board. And this letter from her. And the skipper of the Flibberty-Gibbet.â
The next moment, and before he could greet him, Oleson stepped from the boat and began.
âSheâs stolen the Flibberty, Mr. Sheldon. Run clean away with her. Sheâs a wild one. She gave me the fever. Brought it on by shock. And got me drunk, as wellârotten drunk.â
Dr. Welshmere laughed heartily.
âNevertheless, she is not an unmitigated evil, your Miss Lackland. Sheâs sworn three men off their drink, or, to the same purpose, shut off their whisky. You know themâBrahms, Curtis, and Fowler. She shipped them on the Flibberty-Gibbet along with her.â
âSheâs the skipper of the Flibberty now,â Oleson broke in. âAnd sheâll wreck her as sure as God didnât make the Solomons.â
Dr. Welshmere tried to look shocked, but laughed again.
âShe has quite a way with her,â he said. âI tried to back out of bringing the horses over. Said I couldnât charge freight, that the Apostle was under a yacht license, that I was going around by Savo and the upper end of Guadalcanar. But it was no use. âBother the charge,â said she. âYou take the horses like a good man, and when I float the Martha Iâll return the service some day.ââ
âAnd âbother your orders,â said she to me,â Oleson cried. ââIâm your boss now,â said she, âand you take your orders from me.â âLook at that load of ivory nuts,â I said. âBother them,â said she; âIâm playinâ for something bigger than ivory nuts. Weâll dump them overside as soon as we get under way.ââ
Sheldon put his hands to his ears.
âI donât know what has happened, and you are trying to tell me the tale backwards. Come up to the house and get in the shade and begin at the beginning.â
âWhat I want to know,â Oleson began, when they were seated, âis IS she your partner or ainât she? Thatâs what I want to know.â
âShe is,â Sheldon assured him.
âWell, whoâd have believed it!â Oleson glanced appealingly at Dr. Welshmere, and back again at Sheldon. âIâve seen a few unlikely things in these Solomonsârats two feet long, butterflies the Commissioner hunts with a shot-gun, ear-ornaments that would shame the devil, and head-hunting devils that make the devil look like an angel. Iâve seen them and got used to them, but this young woman of yoursââ
âMiss Lackland is my partner and part-owner of Berande,â Sheldon interrupted.
âSo she said,â the irate skipper dashed on. âBut she had no papers to show for it. How was I to know? And then there was that load of ivory nuts-eight tons of them.â
âFor heavenâs sake begin at theââ Sheldon tried to interrupt.
âAnd then sheâs hired them drunken loafers, three of the worst scoundrels that ever disgraced the Solomonsâfifteen quid a month eachâwhat dâye think of that? And sailed away with them, too! Phew!âYou might give me a drink. The missionary wonât mind. Iâve been on his teetotal hooker four days now, and Iâm perishing.â
Dr. Welshmere nodded in reply to Sheldonâs look of inquiry, and Viaburi was dispatched for the whisky and siphons.
âIt is evident, Captain Oleson,â Sheldon remarked to that refreshed mariner, âthat Miss Lackland has run away with your boat. Now please give a plain statement of what occurred.â
âRight O; here goes. Iâd just come in on the Flibberty. She was on board before I dropped the hookâin that whale-boat of hers with her gang of Tahiti heathensâthat big Adamu Adam and the rest. âDonât drop the anchor, Captain Oleson,â she sang out. âI want you to get under way for Poonga-Poonga.â I looked to see if sheâd been drinking. What was I to think? I was rounding up at the time, alongside the shoalâa ticklish placeâheadsails running down and losing way, so I says, âExcuse me, Miss Lackland,â and yells forâard, âLet go!â
ââYou might have listened to me and saved yourself trouble,â says she, climbing over the rail and squinting along forâard and seeing the first shackle flip out and stop. âThereâs fifteen fathom,â says she; âyou may as well turn your men to and heave up.â
âAnd then we had it out. I didnât believe her. I didnât think youâd take her on as a partner, and I told her as much and wanted proof. She got high and mighty, and I told her I was old enough to be her grandfather and that I wouldnât take gammon from a chit like her. And then I ordered her off the Flibberty. âCaptain Oleson,â she says, sweet as you please, âIâve a few minutes to spare on you, and Iâve got some good whisky over on the Emily. Come on along. Besides, I want your advice about this wrecking business. Everybody says youâre a crackerjack sailormanââthatâs what she said, âcrackerjack.â And I went, in her whale-boat, Adamu Adam steering and looking as solemn as a funeral.
âOn the way she told me about the Martha, and how sheâd bought her, and was going to float her. She said sheâd chartered the Emily, and was sailing as soon as I could get the Flibberty underway. It struck me that her gammon was reasonable enough, and I agreed to pull out for Berande right O, and get your orders to go along to Poonga-Poonga. But she said there wasnât a second to be lost by any such foolishness, and that I was to sail direct for Poonga-Poonga, and that if I couldnât take her word that she was your partner, sheâd get along without me and the Flibberty. And right thereâs where she fooled me.
âDown in the Emilyâs cabin was them three soaksâyou know themâ Fowler and Curtis and that Brahms chap. âHave a drink,â says she. I thought they looked surprised when she unlocked the whisky locker and sent a nigger for the glasses and water-monkey. But she must have tipped them off unbeknownst to me, and they knew just what to do. âExcuse me,â she says, âIâm going on deck a minute.â Now that minute was half an hour. I hadnât had a drink in ten days. Iâm an old man and the fever has weakened me. Then I took it on an empty stomach, too, and there was them three soaks setting me an example, they arguing for me to take the Flibberty to Poonga-Poonga, anâ me pointing out my duty to the contrary. The trouble was, all the arguments were pointed with drinks, and me not being a drinking man, so to say, and weak from fever âŠ
âWell, anyway, at the end of the half-hour down she came again and took a good squint at me. âThatâll do nicely,â I remember her saying; and with that she took the whisky bottles and hove them overside through the companionway. âThatâs the last, she said to the three soaks, âtill the Martha floats and youâre back in Guvutu. Itâll be a long time between drinks.â And then she laughed.
âShe looked at me and saidânot to me, mind you, but to the soaks: âItâs time this worthy man went ashoreââme! worthy man! âFowler,â she saidâyou know, just like a straight order, and she didnât MISTER himâit was plain FowlerââFowler,â she said, âjust tell Adamu Adam to man the whale-boat, and while heâs taking Captain Oleson ashore have your boat put me on the Flibberty. The three of you sail with me, so pack your dunnage. And the one of you that shows up best will take the mateâs billet. Captain Oleson doesnât carry a mate, you know.â
âI donât remember much after that. All hands got me over the side, and it seems to me I went to sleep, sitting in the stern-sheets and watching that Adamu steer. Then I saw the Flibbertyâs mainsail hoisting, and heard the clank of her chain coming in, and I woke up. âHere, put me on the Flibberty,â I said to Adamu. âI put you on the beach,â said he. âMissie Lackalanna say beach plenty good for you.â Well, I let out a yell and reached for the steering-sweep. I was doing my best by my owners, you see. Only that Adamu gives me a shove down on the bottom-boards, puts one foot on me to hold me down, and goes on steering. And thatâs all. The shock of the whole thing brought on fever. And now Iâve come to find out whether Iâm skipper of the Flibberty, or that chit of yours with her pirating, heathen boatâs-crew.â
âNever mind, skipper. You can take a vacation on pay.â Sheldon spoke with more assurance than he felt. âIf Miss Lackland, who is my partner, has seen fit to take charge of the Flibberty-Gibbet, why, it is all right. As you will agree, there was no time to be lost if the Martha was to be got off. It is a bad reef, and any considerable sea would knock her bottom out. You settle down here, skipper, and rest up and get the fever out of your bones. When the Flibberty-Gibbet comes back, youâll take charge again, of course.â
After Dr. Welshmere and the Apostle departed and Captain Oleson had turned in for a sleep in a veranda hammock, Sheldon opened Joanâs letter.
DEAR MR. SHELDON,âPlease forgive me for stealing the Flibberty-Gibbet. I simply had to. The Martha means everything to us. Think of it, only fifty-five pounds for her, two hundred and seventy-five dollars. If I donât save her, I know I shall be able to pay all expenses out of her gear, which the natives will not have carried off. And if I do save her, it is the haul of a life-time. And if I donât save her, Iâll fill the Emily and the Flibberty-Gibbet with recruits. Recruits are needed right now on Berande more than anything else.
And please, please donât be angry with me. You said I shouldnât go recruiting on the Flibberty, and I wonât. Iâll go on the Emily.
I bought two cows this afternoon. That trader at Nogi died of fever, and I bought them from his partner, Sam Willis his name is, who agrees to deliver themâmost likely by the Minerva next time she is down that way. Berande has been long enough on tinned milk.
And Dr. Welshmere has agreed to get me some orange and lime trees from the mission station at Ulava. He will deliver them the next trip of the Apostle. If the Sydney steamer arrives before I get back, plant the sweet corn she will bring between the young trees on the high bank of the Balesuna. The current is eating in against that bank, and you should do something to save it.
I have ordered some fig-trees and loquats, too, from Sydney. Dr. Welshmere will bring some mango-seeds. They are big trees and require plenty of room.
The Martha is registered 110 tons. She is the biggest schooner in the Solomons, and the best. I saw a little of her lines and guess the rest. She will sail like a witch. If she hasnât filled with water, her engine will be all right. The reason she went ashore was because it was not working. The engineer had disconnected the
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