Jerry of the Islands eBook

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

And thereafter Jerry hated Bashti intensely, as a lord of life who possessed and laid on his knees the nothingness of Skipper.  Not that Jerry reasoned it out.  All dim and vague it was, a sensation, an emotion, a feeling, an instinct, an intuition, name it mistily as one will in the misty nomenclature of speech wherein words cheat with the impression of definiteness and lie to the brain an understanding which the brain does not possess.


Three months more passed; the north-west monsoon, after its half-year of breath, had given way to the south-east trade; and Jerry still continued to live in the house of Agno and to have the run of the village.  He had put on weight, increased in size, and, protected by the taboo, had become self-confident almost to lordliness.  But he had found no master.  Agno had never won a heart-throb from him.  For that matter, Agno had never tried to win him.  Nor, in his cold-blooded way, had he ever betrayed his hatred of Jerry.

Not even the several old women, the two acolytes, and the fly-flapping maid in Agno’s house dreamed that the devil devil doctor hated Jerry.  Nor did Jerry dream it.  To him Agno was a neutral sort of person, a person who did not count.  Those of the household Jerry recognized as slaves or servants to Agno, and he knew when they fed him that the food he ate proceeded from Agno and was Agno’s food.  Save himself, taboo protected, all of them feared Agno, and his house was truly a house of fear in which could bloom no love for a stray puppy dog.  The eleven-years’ maid might have placed a bid for Jerry’s affection, had she not been deterred at the start by Agno, who reprimanded her sternly for presuming to touch or fondle a dog of such high taboo.

What delayed Agno’s plot against Jerry for the half-year of the monsoon was the fact that the season of egg-laying for the megapodes in Bashti’s private laying-yard did not begin until the period of the south-east trades.  And Agno, having early conceived his plot, with the patience that was characteristic of him was content to wait the time.

Now the megapode of the Solomons is a distant cousin to the brush turkey of Australia.  No larger than a large pigeon, it lays an egg the size of a domestic duck’s.  The megapode, with no sense of fear, is so silly that it would have been annihilated hundreds of centuries before had it not been preserved by the taboos of the chiefs and priests.  As it was, the chiefs were compelled to keep cleared patches of sand for it, and to fence out the dogs.  It buried its eggs two feet deep, depending on the heat of the sun for the hatching.  And it would dig and lay, and continue to dig and lay, while a black dug out its eggs within two or three feet of it.

The laying-yard was Bashti’s.  During the season, he lived almost entirely on megapode eggs.  On rare occasion he even had megapodes that were near to finishing their laying killed for his kai-kai.  This was no more than a whim, however, prompted by pride in such exclusiveness of diet only possible to one in such high place.  In truth, he cared no more for megapode meat than for any other meat.  All meat tasted alike to him, for his taste for meat was one of the vanished pleasures in the limbo of memory.

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