Jerry of the Islands eBook

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

“Long time you fella Tiha no sit ’m along canoe,” Aora bawled to the victim and set Bashti cackling again.

At an unusually urgent prod, Tiha dropped a stone and was duly goaded while she sank to her knees and with one arm scooped it in against her side, regained her feet, and waddled on.

Once, in stark mutiny at so much pain, she deliberately stopped and addressed her tormentor.

“Me cross along you too much,” she told Wiwau.  “Bime by, close—­”

But she never completed the threat.  A warmly administered prod broke through her stoicism and started her tottering along.

The shouting of the rabble ebbed away as the queer race ran on toward the beach.  But in a few minutes it could be heard flooding back, this time Wiwau panting with the weight of coral stone and Tiha, a-smart with what she had endured, trying more than to even the score.

Opposite Bashti, Wiwau lost one of the stones, and, in the effort to recover it, lost the other, which rolled a dozen feet away from the first.  Tiha became a whirlwind of avenging fury.  And all Somo went wild.  Bashti held his lean sides with merriment while tears of purest joy ran down his prodigiously wrinkled cheeks.

And when all was over, quoth Bashti to his people:  “Thus shall all women fight when they desire over much to fight.”

Only he did not say it in this way.  Nor did he say it in the Somo tongue.  What he did say was in beche-de-mer, and his words were: 

“Any fella Mary he like ’m fight, all fella Mary along Somo fight ’m this fella way.”


For some time after the conclusion of the race, Bashti stood talking with his head men, Agno among them.  Lenerengo was similarly engaged with several old cronies.  As Jerry lay off to one side where she had forgotten him, the wild-dog he had bullied on the Arangi came up and sniffed at him.  At first he sniffed at a distance, ready for instant flight.  Then he drew cautiously closer.  Jerry watched him with smouldering eyes.  At the moment wild-dog’s nose touched him, he uttered a warning growl.  Wild-dog sprang back and whirled away in headlong flight for a score of yards before he learned that he was not pursued.

Again he came back cautiously, as it was the instinct in him to stalk wild game, crouching so close to the ground that almost his belly touched.  He lifted and dropped his feet with the lithe softness of a cat, and from time to time glanced to right and to left as if in apprehension of some flank attack.  A noisy outburst of boys’ laughter in the distance caused him to crouch suddenly down, his claws thrust into the ground for purchase, his muscles tense springs for the leap he knew not in what direction, from the danger he knew not what that might threaten him.  Then he identified the noise, know that no harm impended, and resumed his stealthy advance on the Irish terrier.

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