Jerry of the Islands eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 252 pages of information about Jerry of the Islands.

Jerry of the Islands eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 252 pages of information about Jerry of the Islands.

The first watch, from eight to twelve, was the mate’s; and Captain Van Horn, forced below by the driving wet of a heavy rain squall, took Jerry with him to sleep in the tiny stateroom.  Jerry was weary from the manifold excitements of the most exciting day in his life; and he was asleep and kicking and growling in his sleep, ere Skipper, with a last look at him and a grin as he turned the lamp low, muttered aloud:  “It’s that wild-dog, Jerry.  Get him.  Shake him.  Shake him hard.”

So soundly did Jerry sleep, that when the rain, having robbed the atmosphere of its last breath of wind, ceased and left the stateroom a steaming, suffocating furnace, he did not know when Skipper, panting for air, his loin cloth and undershirt soaked with sweat, arose, tucked blanket and pillow under his arm, and went on deck.

Jerry only awakened when a huge three-inch cockroach nibbled at the sensitive and hairless skin between his toes.  He awoke kicking the offended foot, and gazed at the cockroach that did not scuttle, but that walked dignifiedly away.  He watched it join other cockroaches that paraded the floor.  Never had he seen so many gathered together at one time, and never had he seen such large ones.  They were all of a size, and they were everywhere.  Long lines of them poured out of cracks in the walls and descended to join their fellows on the floor.

The thing was indecent—­at least, in Jerry’s mind, it was not to be tolerated. Mister Haggin, Derby, and Bob had never tolerated cockroaches, and their rules were his rules.  The cockroach was the eternal tropic enemy.  He sprang at the nearest, pouncing to crush it to the floor under his paws.  But the thing did what he had never known a cockroach to do.  It arose in the air strong-flighted as a bird.  And as if at a signal, all the multitude of cockroaches took wings of flight and filled the room with their flutterings and circlings.

He attacked the winged host, leaping into the air, snapping at the flying vermin, trying to knock them down with his paws.  Occasionally he succeeded and destroyed one; nor did the combat cease until all the cockroaches, as if at another signal, disappeared into the many cracks, leaving the room to him.

Quickly, his next thought was:  Where is Skipper?  He knew he was not in the room, though he stood up on his hind-legs and investigated the low bunk, his keen little nose quivering delightedly while he made little sniffs of delight as he smelled the recent presence of Skipper.  And what made his nose quiver and sniff, likewise made his stump of a tail bob back and forth.

But where was Skipper?  It was a thought in his brain that was as sharp and definite as a similar thought would be in a human brain.  And it similarly preceded action.  The door had been left hooked open, and Jerry trotted out into the cabin where half a hundred blacks made queer sleep-moanings, and sighings, and snorings.  They were packed closely together, covering the floor as well as the long sweep of bunks, so that he was compelled to crawl over their naked legs.  And there was no white god about to protect him.  He knew it, but was unafraid.

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