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south sea tales-第31章

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thinking of the one inevitable white man we had on board when we visited them

in the DUCHESS;〃 he explained。



Roberts mixed three more Abu Hameds。



〃That was twenty years ago。 Saxtorph was his name。 He was certainly the most

stupid man I ever saw; but he was as inevitable as death。 There was only one

thing that chap could do; and that was shoot。 I remember the first time I ran

into himright here in Apia; twenty years ago。 That was before your time;

Roberts。 I was sleeping at Dutch Henry's hotel; down where the market is now。

Ever heard of him? He made a tidy stake smuggling arms in to the rebels; sold

out his hotel; and was killed in Sydney just six weeks afterward in a saloon

row。



〃But Saxtorph。 One night I'd just got to sleep; when a couple of cats began to

sing in the courtyard。 It was out of bed and up window; water jug in hand。 But

just then I heard the window of the next room go up。 Two shots were fired; and

the window was closed。 I fail to impress you with the celerity of the

transaction。 Ten seconds at the outside。 Up went the window; bang bang went

the revolver; and down went the window。 Whoever it was; he had never stopped

to see the effect of his shots。 He knew。 Do you follow me?he KNEW。 There was

no more cat concert; and in the morning there lay the two offenders; stone

dead。 It was marvelous to me。 It still is marvelous。 First; it was starlight;

and Saxtorph shot without drawing a bead; next; he shot so rapidly that the

two reports were like a double report; and finally; he knew he had hit his

marks without looking to see。





〃Two days afterward he came on board to see me。 I was mate; then; on the

Duchess; a whacking big one…hundred…and fifty…ton schooner; a blackbirder。 And

let me tell you that blackbirders were blackbirders in those days。 There

weren't any government protection for US; either。 It was rough work; give and

take; if we were finished; and nothing said; and we ran niggers from every

south sea island they didn't kick us off from。 Well; Saxtorph came on board;

John Saxtorph was the name he gave。 He was a sandy little man; hair sandy;

complexion sandy; and eyes sandy; too。 Nothing striking about him。 His soul

was as neutral as his color scheme。 He said he was strapped and wanted to ship

on board。 Would go cabin boy; cook; supercargo; or common sailor。 Didn't know

anything about any of the billets; but said that he was willing to learn。 I

didn't want him; but his shooting had so impressed me that I took him as

common sailor; wages three pounds per month。



〃He was willing to learn all right; I'll say that much。 But he was

constitutionally unable to learn anything。 He could no more box the compass

than I could mix drinks like Roberts here。 And as for steering; he gave me my

first gray hairs。 I never dared risk him at the wheel when we were running in

a big sea; while full…and…by and close…and…by were insoluble mysteries。

Couldn't ever tell the difference between a sheet and a tackle; simply

couldn't。 The fore…throat…jig and the jib…jig were all one to him。 Tell him to

slack off the mainsheet; and before you know it; he'd drop the peak。 He fell

overboard three times; and he couldn't swim。 But he was always cheerful; never

seasick; and he was the most willing man I ever knew。 He was an

uncommunicative soul。 Never talked about himself。 His history; so far as we

were concerned; began the day he signed on the DUCHESS。 Where he learned to

shoot; the stars alone can tell。 He was a Yankeethat much we knew from the

twang in his speech。 And that was all we ever did know。



〃And now we begin to get to the point。 We had bad luck in the New Hebrides;

only fourteen boys for five weeks; and we ran up before the southeast for the

Solomons。 'malaita; then as now; was good recruiting ground; and we ran into

Malu; on the northwestern corner。 There's a shore reef and an outer reef; and

a mighty nervous anchorage; but we made it all right and fired off our

dynamite as a signal to the niggers to come down and be recruited。 In three

days we got not a boy。 The niggers came off to us in their canoes by hundreds;

but they only laughed when we showed them beads and calico and hatchets and

talked of the delights of plantation work in Samoa。



〃On the fourth day there came a change。 Fifty…odd boys signed on and were

billeted in the main…hold; with the freedom of the deck; of course。 And of

course; looking back; this wholesale signing on was suspicious; but at the

time we thought some powerful chief had removed the ban against recruiting。

The morning of the fifth day our two boats went ashore as usualone to cover

the other; you know; in case of trouble。 And; as usual; the fifty niggers on

board were on deck; loafing; talking; smoking; and sleeping。  Saxtorph and

myself; along with four other sailors; were all that were left on board。 The

two boats were manned with Gilbert Islanders。 In the one were the captain; the

supercargo; and the recruiter。 In the other; which was the covering boat and

which lay off shore a hundred yards; was the second mate。 Both boats were

well…armed; though trouble was little expected。



〃Four of the sailors; including Saxtorph; were scraping the poop rail。 The

fifth sailor; rifle in hand; was standing guard by the water…tank just for'ard

of the mainmast。 I was for'ard; putting in the finishing licks on a new jaw

for the fore…gaff。 I was just reaching for my pipe where I had laid it down;

when I heard a shot from shore。 I straightened up to look。 Something struck me

on the back of the head; partially stunning me and knocking me to the deck。

'my first thought was that something had carried away aloft; but even as I

went down; and before I struck the deck; I heard the devil's own tattoo of

rifles from the boats; and twisting sidewise; I caught a glimpse of the sailor

who was standing guard。 Two big niggers were holding his arms; and a third

nigger from behind was braining him with a tomahawk。



〃I can see it now; the water…tank; the mainmast; the gang hanging on to him;

the hatchet descending on the back of his head; and all under the blazing

sunlight。 I was fascinated by that growing vision of death。 The tomahawk

seemed to take a horribly long time to come down。 I saw it land; and the man's

legs give under him as he crumpled。 The niggers held him up by sheer strength

while he was hacked a couple of times more。 Then I got two more hacks on the

head and decided that I was dead。 So did the brute that was hacking me。 I was

too helpless to move; and I lay there and watched them removing the sentry's

head。 I must say they did it slick enough。 They were old hands at the

business。



〃The rifle firing from the boats had ceased; and I made no doubt that they

were finished off and that the end had come to everything。 It was only a

matter of moments when they would return for my head。 They were evidently

taking the heads from the sailors aft。 Heads are valuable on Malaita;

especially white heads。 They have the place
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