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.

CHAPTER XIV

For many days, tied by the stick, Jerry remained Lamai’s prisoner.  It was not a happy time, for the house of Lumai was a house of perpetual bickering and quarrelling.  Lamai fought pitched battles with his brothers and sisters for teasing Jerry, and these battles invariably culminated in Lenerengo taking a hand and impartially punishing all her progeny.

After that, as a matter of course and on general principles, she would have it out with Lumai, whose soft voice always was for quiet and repose, and who always, at the end of a tongue-lashing, took himself off to the canoe house for a couple of days.  Here, Lenerengo was helpless.  Into the canoe house of the stags no Mary might venture.  Lenerengo had never forgotten the fate of the last Mary who had broken the taboo.  It had occurred many years before, when she was a girl, and the recollection was ever vivid of the unfortunate woman hanging up in the sun by one arm for all of a day, and for all of a second day by the other arm.  After that she had been feasted upon by the stags of the canoe house, and for long afterward all women had talked softly before their husbands.

Jerry did discover liking for Lamai, but it was not strong nor passionate.  Rather was it out of gratitude, for only Lamai saw to it that he received food and water.  Yet this boy was no Skipper, no Mister Haggin.  Nor was he even a Derby or a Bob.  He was that inferior man-creature, a nigger, and Jerry had been thoroughly trained all his brief days to the law that the white men were the superior two-legged gods.

He did not fail to recognize, however, the intelligence and power that resided in the niggers.  He did not reason it out.  He accepted it.  They had power of command over other objects, could propel sticks and stones through the air, could even tie him a prisoner to a stick that rendered him helpless.  Inferior as they might be to the white-gods, still they were gods of a sort.

It was the first time in his life that Jerry had been tied up, and he did not like it.  Vainly he hurt his teeth, some of which were loosening under the pressure of the second teeth rising underneath.  The stick was stronger than he.  Although he did not forget Skipper, the poignancy of his loss faded with the passage of time, until uppermost in his mind was the desire to be free.

But when the day came that he was freed, he failed to take advantage of it and scuttle away for the beach.  It chanced that Lenerengo released him.  She did it deliberately, desiring to be quit of him.  But when she untied Jerry, he stopped to thank her, wagging his tail and smiling up at her with his hazel-brown eyes.  She stamped her foot at him to be gone, and uttered a harsh and intimidating cry.  This Jerry did not understand, and so unused was he to fear that he could not be frightened into running away.  He ceased wagging his tail, and, though he continued to look up at her, his eyes no longer smiled.  Her action and noise he identified as unfriendly, and he became alert and watchful, prepared for whatever hostile act she might next commit.

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