an extent, that at one time I intended to abide there.
I was at the one called in the chart ‘Saddle
Hill,’ the smallest of them, I think: and
seldom have I had such sensations of peace as I lay
a whole burning day in a rising vale, deeply-shaded
in palm and tropical ranknesses, watching thence the
Speranza at anchor: for there was a little
offing here at the shore whence the valley arose, and
I could see one of its long peaks lined with cocoanut-trees,
and all cloud burned out of the sky except the flimsiest
lawn-figments, and the sea as absolutely calm as a
lake roughened with breezes, yet making a considerable
noise in its breaking on the shore, as I have noticed
in these sorts of places: I do not know why.
These poor Andaman people seem to have been quite
savage, for I met a number of them in roaming the
island, nearly skeletons, yet with limbs and vertebrae
still, in general, cohering, and in some cases dry-skinned
and mummified relics of flesh, and never anywhere
a sign of clothes: a very singular thing, considering
their nearness to high old civilisations all about
them. They looked small and black, or almost;
and I never found a man without finding on or near
him a spear and other weapons: so that they were
eager folk, and the wayward dark earth was in them,
too, as she should be in her children. They had
in many cases some reddish discoloration, which may
have been the traces of betel-nut stains: for
betel-nuts abound there. And I was so pleased
with these people, that I took on board with the gig
one of their little tree-canoes: which was my
foolishness: for gig and canoe were only three
nights later washed from the decks into the middle
of the sea.
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*
I passed down the Straits of Malacca, and in that
short distance between the Andaman Islands, and the
S.W. corner of Borneo I was thrice so mauled, that
at times it seemed quite out of the question that anything
built by man could escape such unfettered cataclysms,
and I resigned myself, but with bitter reproaches,
to perish darkly. The effect of the third upon
me, when it was over, was the unloosening afresh of
all my evil passion: for I said: ’Since
they mean to slay me, death shall find me rebellious’;
and for weeks I could not sight some specially happy
village, or umbrageous spread of woodland, that I did
not stop the ship, and land the materials for their
destruction; so that nearly all those spicy lands
about the north of Australia will bear the traces of
my hand for many a year: for more and more my
voyage became dawdling and zigzaged, as the merest
whim directed it, or the movement of the pointer on
the chart; and I thought of eating the lotus of surcease
and nepenthe in some enchanted nook of this bowering
summer, where from my hut-door I could see through
the pearl-hues of opium the sea-lagoon slaver lazily
upon the old coral atol, and the cocoanut-tree would
droop like slumber, and the bread-fruit tree would