Adventure eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 210 pages of information about Adventure.

He returned to the house disappointed.  No opportunity had presented itself of making an example of insolence or insubordination—­such as had occurred on every other day since the sickness smote Berande.  The fact that none had offended was in itself suspicious.  They were growing crafty.  He regretted that he had not waited the night before until the prowlers had entered.  Then he might have shot one or two and given the rest a new lesson, writ in red, for them to con.  It was one man against two hundred, and he was horribly afraid of his sickness overpowering him and leaving him at their mercy.  He saw visions of the blacks taking charge of the plantation, looting the store, burning the buildings, and escaping to Malaita.  Also, one gruesome vision he caught of his own head, sun-dried and smoke-cured, ornamenting the canoe house of a cannibal village.  Either the Jessie would have to arrive, or he would have to do something.

The bell had hardly rung, sending the labourers into the fields, when Sheldon had a visitor.  He had had the couch taken out on the veranda, and he was lying on it when the canoes paddled in and hauled out on the beach.  Forty men, armed with spears, bows and arrows, and war-clubs, gathered outside the gate of the compound, but only one entered.  They knew the law of Berande, as every native knew the law of every white man’s compound in all the thousand miles of the far-flung Solomons.  The one man who came up the path, Sheldon recognized as Seelee, the chief of Balesuna village.  The savage did not mount the steps, but stood beneath and talked to the white lord above.

Seelee was more intelligent than the average of his kind, but his intelligence only emphasized the lowness of that kind.  His eyes, close together and small, advertised cruelty and craftiness.  A gee-string and a cartridge-belt were all the clothes he wore.  The carved pearl-shell ornament that hung from nose to chin and impeded speech was purely ornamental, as were the holes in his ears mere utilities for carrying pipe and tobacco.  His broken-fanged teeth were stained black by betel-nut, the juice of which he spat upon the ground.

As he talked or listened, he made grimaces like a monkey.  He said yes by dropping his eyelids and thrusting his chin forward.  He spoke with childish arrogance strangely at variance with the subservient position he occupied beneath the veranda.  He, with his many followers, was lord and master of Balesuna village.  But the white man, without followers, was lord and master of Berande—­ay, and on occasion, single-handed, had made himself lord and master of Balesuna village as well.  Seelee did not like to remember that episode.  It had occurred in the course of learning the nature of white men and of learning to abominate them.  He had once been guilty of sheltering three runaways from Berande.  They had given him all they possessed in return for the shelter and for promised aid in getting away to Malaita.  This had given him a glimpse of a profitable future, in which his village would serve as the one depot on the underground railway between Berande and Malaita.

Copyrights
Project Gutenberg
Adventure from Project Gutenberg. Public domain.
Follow Us on Facebook