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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 208 pages of information about Jerry of the Islands.

CHAPTER XVIII

Meanwhile the months slipped by, the south-east trade blew itself out, the monsoon had begun to breathe, and Jerry added to himself six months of time, weight, stature, and thickness of bone.  An easy time his half-year with the blind man had been, despite the fact that Nalasu was a rigid disciplinarian who insisted on training Jerry for longer hours, day in and day out, than falls to the lot of most dogs.  Never did Jerry receive from him a blow, never a harsh word.  This man, who had slain four of the Annos, three of them after he had gone blind, who had slain still more men in his savage youth, never raised his voice in anger to Jerry and ruled him by nothing severer than the gentlest of chidings.

Mentally, the persistent education Jerry received, in this period of late puppyhood, fixed in him increased brain power for all his life.  Possibly no dog in all the world had ever been so vocal as he, and for three reasons:  his own intelligence, the genius for teaching that was Nalasu’s, and the long hours devoted to the teaching.

His shorthand vocabulary, for a dog, was prodigious.  Almost might it be said that he and the man could talk by the hour, although few and simple were the abstractions they could talk; very little of the immediate concrete past, and scarcely anything of the immediate concrete future, entered into their conversations.  Jerry could no more tell him of Meringe, nor of the Arangi, than could he tell him of the great love he had borne Skipper, or of his reason for hating Bashti.  By the same token, Nalasu could not tell Jerry of the blood-feud with the Annos, nor of how he had lost his eyesight.

Practically all their conversation was confined to the instant present, although they could compass a little of the very immediate past.  Nalasu would give Jerry a series of instructions, such as, going on a scout by himself, to go to the nest, then circle about it widely, to continue to the other clearing where were the fruit trees, to cross the jungle to the main path, to proceed down the main path toward the village till he came to the great banyan tree, and then to return along the small path to Nalasu and Nalasu’s house.  All of which Jerry would carry out to the letter, and, arrived back, would make report.  As, thus:  at the nest nothing unusual save that a buzzard was near it; in the other clearing three coconuts had fallen to the ground—­for Jerry could count unerringly up to five; between the other clearing and the main path were four pigs; along the main path he had passed a dog, more than five women, and two children; and on the small path home he had noted a cockatoo and two boys.

But he could not tell Nalasu his states of mind and heart that prevented him from being fully contented in his present situation.  For Nalasu was not a white-god, but only a mere nigger god.  And Jerry hated and despised all niggers save for the two exceptions of Lamai and Nalasu.  He tolerated them, and, for Nalasu, had even developed a placid and sweet affection.  Love him he did not and could not.

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