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wrong throat! - unless, indeed, you have all of a sudden become
inordinately selfish, and think that all the throats in the world
are wrong ones except your own. However, don’t talk so much, and
hand me the pork before Jack finishes it. I feel myself entitled
to at least one minute morsel.”
“Peterkin, you’re a villain. A paltry little villain,” said Jack,
quietly, as he tossed the hind legs (including the tail) of a cold
roast pig to his comrade; “and I must again express my regret that
unavoidable circumstances have thrust your society upon me, and
that necessity has compelled me to cultivate your acquaintance.
Were it not that you are incapable of walking upon the water, I
would order you, sir, out of the canoe.”
“There! you’ve wakened Avatea with your long tongue,” retorted
Peterkin, with a frown, as the girl gave vent to a deep sigh.
“No,” he continued, “it was only a snore. Perchance she dreameth
of her black Apollo. I say, Ralph, do leave just one little slice
of that yam. Between you and Jack I run a chance of being put on
short allowance, if not - yei - a - a - ow!”
Peterkin’s concluding remark was a yawn of so great energy that
Jack recommended him to postpone the conclusion of his meal till
next morning, - a piece of advice which he followed so quickly,
that I was forcibly reminded of his remark, a few minutes before,
in regard to the sharp practice of Avatea.
My readers will have observed, probably, by this time, that I am
much given to meditation; they will not, therefore, be surprised to
learn that I fell into a deep reverie on the subject of sleep,
which was continued without intermission into the night, and
prolonged without interruption into the following morning. But I
cannot feel assured that I actually slept during that time,
although I am tolerably certain that I was not awake.
Thus we lay like a shadow on the still bosom of the ocean, while
the night closed in, and all around was calm, dark, and silent.
A thrilling cry of alarm from Peterkin startled us in the morning,
just as the gray dawn began to glimmer in the east.
“What’s wrong?” cried Jack, starting up.
Peterkin replied by pointing with a look of anxious dread towards
the horizon; and a glance sufficed to show us that one of the
largest sized war-canoes was approaching us!
With a groan of mingled despair and anger Jack seized his paddle,
glanced at the compass, and, in a suppressed voice, commanded us to
“give way.”
But we did not require to be urged. Already our four paddles were
glancing in the water, and the canoe bounded over the glassy sea
like a dolphin, while a shout from our pursuers told that they had
observed our motions.
“I see something like land ahead,” said Jack, in a hopeful tone.
“It seems impossible that we could have made the island yet; still,
if it is so, we may reach it before these fellows can catch us, for
our canoe is light and our muscles are fresh.”
No one replied; for, to say truth, we felt that, in a long chase,
we had no chance whatever with a canoe which held nearly a hundred
warriors. Nevertheless, we resolved to do our utmost to escape,
and paddled with a degree of vigour that kept us well in advance of
our pursuers. The war-canoe was so far behind us that it seemed
but a little speck on the sea, and the shouts, to which the crew
occasionally gave vent, came faintly towards us on the morning
breeze. We therefore hoped that we should be able to keep in
advance for an hour or two, when we might, perhaps, reach the land
ahead. But this hope was suddenly crushed by the supposed land,
not long after, rising up into the sky; thus proving itself to be a
fog-bank!
A bitter feeling of disappointment filled each heart, and was
expressed on each countenance, as we beheld this termination to our
hopes. But we had little time to think of regret. Our danger was
too great and imminent to permit of a moment’s relaxation from our
exertions. No hope now animated our bosoms; but a feeling of
despair, strange to say, lent us power to work, and nerved our arms
with such energy, that it was several hours ere the savages
overtook us. When we saw that there was indeed no chance of
escape, and that paddling any longer would only serve to exhaust
our strength, without doing any good, we turned the side of our
canoe towards the approaching enemy, and laid down our paddles.
Silently, and with a look of bitter determination on his face, Jack
lifted one of the light boat-oars that we had brought with us, and,
resting it on his shoulder, stood up in an attitude of bold
defiance. Peterkin took the other oar and also stood up, but there
was no anger visible on his countenance. When not sparkling with
fun, it usually wore a mild, sad expression, which was deepened on
the present occasion, as he glanced at Avatea, who sat with her
face resting in her hands upon her knees. Without knowing very
well what I intended to do, I also arose and grasped my paddle with
both hands.
On came the large canoe like a war-horse of the deep, with the foam
curling from its sharp bow, and the spear-heads of the savages
glancing the beams of the rising sun. Perfect silence was
maintained on both sides, and we could hear the hissing water, and
see the frowning eyes of the warriors, as they came rushing on.
When about twenty yards distant, five or six of the savages in the
bow rose, and, laying aside their paddles, took up their spears.
Jack and Peterkin raised their oars, while, with a feeling of
madness whirling in my brain, I grasped my paddle and prepared for
the onset. But, before any of us could strike a blow, the sharp
prow of the war-canoe struck us like a thunderbolt on the side, and
hurled us into the sea!
What occurred after this I cannot tell, for I was nearly drowned;
but when I recovered from the state of insensibility into which I
had been thrown, I found myself stretched on my back, bound hand
and foot between Jack and Peterkin, in the bottom of the large
canoe.
In this condition we lay the whole day, during which time the
savages only rested one hour. When night came, they rested again
for another hour, and appeared to sleep just as they sat. But we
were neither unbound nor allowed to speak to each other during the
voyage, nor was a morsel of food or a draught of water given to us.
For food, however, we cared little; but we would have given much
for a drop of water to cool our parched lips, and we would have
been glad, too, had they loosened the cords that bound us, for they
were tightly fastened and occasioned us much pain. The air, also,
was unusually hot, so much so that I felt convinced that a storm
was brewing. This also added to our sufferings. However, these
were at length relieved by our arrival at the island from which we
had fled.
While we were being led ashore, we caught a glimpse of Avatea, who
was seated in the hinder part of the canoe. She was not fettered
in any way. Our captors now drove us before them towards the hut
of Tararo, at which we speedily arrived, and found the chief seated
with an expression on his face that boded us no good. Our friend
the teacher stood beside him, with a look of anxiety on his mild
features.
“How comes it,” said Tararo, turning to the teacher, “that these
youths have abused our hospitality?”
“Tell him,” replied Jack, “that we have not abused his hospitality,
for his hospitality has not been extended to us. I came to the
island to deliver Avatea, and my only regret is that I have failed
to do so. If I get another chance, I will try to save her yet.”
The teacher shook his head. “Nay, my young friend, I had better
not tell him that. It will only incense him.”
“Fear not,” replied Jack. “If you don’t tell him that, you’ll tell
him nothing, for I won’t say anything softer.”
On hearing Jack’s speech, Tararo frowned and his eye flashed with
anger.
“Go,” he said, “presumptuous boy. My debt to you is cancelled.
You and your companions shall die.”
As he spoke he rose and signed to several of his attendants, who
seized Jack, and Peterkin, and me, violently by the collars, and,
dragging us from the hut of the chief, led us through the wood to
the outskirts of the village. Here they thrust us into a species
of natural cave in a cliff, and, having barricaded the entrance,
left us in total darkness.
After feeling about for some time - for our legs were unshackled,
although our wrists were still bound with thongs - we found a low
ledge of rock running along one side of the cavern. On this we
seated ourselves, and for a long time maintained unbroken silence.
At last I could restrain my feelings no longer. “Alas! dear Jack
and Peterkin,” said I, “what is to become of us? I fear that we
are doomed to die.”
“I know not,” replied Jack, in a tremulous voice, “I know not;
Ralph, I regret deeply the hastiness of my violent temper, which, I
must confess, has been the chief cause of our being brought to this
sad condition. Perhaps the teacher may do something for us. But I
have little hope.”
“Ah! no,” said Peterkin, with a heavy sigh; “I am sure he can’t
help us. Tararo doesn’t care more for him than for one of his
dogs.”
“Truly,” said I, “there seems no chance of deliverance, unless the
Almighty puts forth his arm to save us. Yet I must say that I have
great hope, my comrades, for we have come to this dark place by no
fault of ours - unless it be a fault to try to succour a woman in
distress.”
I was interrupted in my remarks by a noise at the entrance to the
cavern, which was caused by the removal of the barricade.
Immediately after, three men entered, and, taking us by the collars
of our coats, led us away through the forest. As we advanced, we
heard much shouting and beating of native drums in the village, and
at first we thought that our guards were conducting us to the hut
of Tararo again. But in this we were mistaken. The beating of
drums gradually increased, and soon after we observed a procession
of the natives coming towards us. At the head of this procession
we were placed, and then we all advanced together towards the
temple where human victims were wont to be sacrificed!
A thrill of horror ran through my heart as I recalled to mind the
awful scenes that I had before witnessed at that dreadful spot.
But deliverance came suddenly from a quarter whence we little
expected it. During the whole of that day there had been an
unusual degree of heat in the atmosphere, and the sky assumed that
lurid aspect which portends a thunder-storm. Just as we were
approaching the horrid temple, a growl of thunder burst overhead
and heavy drops of rain began to fall
Those who have not witnessed gales and storms in tropical regions
can form but
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