I RETURNED once more to the Organization rooms, so tired that I fell asleep without delay, and not until next morning was I introduced to several members whom I had not seen before. My toothless friend was mumbling4 away to an old “shellback,” who in turn was striving to outdo his comrade’s experiences on land and sea. “Glad to see yer,” said the old salt, as Bones introduced me. I returned the compliment and shook his extended hand warmly. He was the life of the place, and not pleasant life either, for he had an old cornet, and in the middle of the night would lift his face to the low roof and blow some wretched tune5 on it over and over again. One night there was a fight, for as he played and sang and rolled his eyes to the ceiling a boot struck him behind the ear; one of the members had lost his temper and thrown it. The incident caused a fearful hubbub7, the cornet got smashed to bits and one or two of the bunks8 broken down. Bones came in, pointed10 a revolver at the fighters and threatened to shoot, and I believe he would have done so if they had not quieted down. They were a rough crew, and I made up my mind to get away from the place at the first opportunity. Many strange things I heard, some of which I will tell you.
Next day as I sat alone reflecting in the Organization’s gloomy room I heard Mabau just outside wailing12 a native chant of love-sickness. She had peeled the “spuds” and finished the domestic duties, for which Bones gave her ample wages.
“What did the kind white missionary14 say, Mabau?” I whispered softly to her, as Bones and two scrubby-faced villains15 puffed16 their pipes and shuffled17 a pack of cards on the bench.
Looking up with affectionate eyes that gazed at me steadily18 for a little time and then dropped as she sighed, she answered: “He say pray to white God; go to your people, and if your Vituo no love you quickly find him who will love you.” And as she said this to me she gazed into my eyes in an appealing way that made me sorry for her.
“Come this way, Mabau,” I said, and she followed me like a little child, till out of earshot she sat under the coco-palms behind the Organization hut. I took her there because I wanted to be alone with her to advise her for her own sake. I liked Mabau exceedingly, for I saw in her something deeper than I had noticed in most native girls. Sitting by me in the jungle fern, with her chin on her knees, she lifted her eyes to me and sang a weird20 love chant. “Wail11 O—Wa—O, Mio” it sounded, as she sang tenderly her beseeching21 plaint.
“Why do you sing, Mabau?” I asked. “Is it the wicked Vituo that makes you so sad?”
“Vituo I hate,” she answered fiercely. “I will kill him, and the white man will be my friend.” But I shook my head and told her not to kill Vituo, but go to her own people, and as I spoke22 I pointed to the forest. Obediently as a child she rose, and before moving away gave me a shell comb from her hair. I accepted it and smiled kindly23 at her, for I felt sorry for the brown, forlorn girl. Then with pattering bare feet she went down the forest track, wailing. I went back to the Organization room and practised my violin, as I always did for several hours every day, both on land and sea.
I think it was that same night that a portly gentleman looking like a bank manager came down the river from Suva and hastily entered the door, talking hurriedly to Mr Bones. Opening a little bag he gave him a bundle of what appeared to be banknotes, and so placed himself under the protection of the Organization flag. He was fashionably dressed in a tall hat and frock-coat, the tail of which had a singed24 hole in it, as though he had been shot at at close quarters. Rubbing his hands genially25, as though with great relief, he looked round the secluded26 room and then asked me if I were English, and inquired if many of my countrymen resided in those parts. My reply allayed27 his anxiety on that point. He had a big, round, clean-shaven, red face; grey locks protruded28 from beneath the rim29 of his tall hat, and fitted his brow and neck so nicely that it was easy to see that he wore a wig30. His expression was like his hair, false; his was a face that could look jolly and lascivious31, or sedate32, at will, or even appear deeply thoughtful and religious should occasion require. Intensely preoccupied33, he sat looking at newspaper cuttings, and with a vacant stare said “Em—em,” as I spoke to him. The natives and the scenery round had no interest for him; some life-and-death business had hastened him our way. He stopped only two nights and then left by the next ’Frisco steamer, bound for some port outside the reach of the extradition34 treaty. I was glad to see him go. Every time anyone opened the door he started so that it got on my nerves. Once when Bones suddenly opened the door with a crash, on purpose, I believe, he gave a leap and lifted the lid of the emergency barrel, upsetting the mugs of rum and causing the whole Organization to swear as one man. As he jumped in I quickly put the lid on before he could lower his shoulders and head, and crash went his tall hat, while I heard a muffled35 oath beneath the lid. The emergency barrel was a huge ship’s beef-barrel, which stood behind the door, and in it new members of the Organization hid when the overseas police arrived. A cave beneath the floor was a secret known to old members only.
It was a mystery to me how these preoccupied fugitives37 from justice got to know of Bones’s establishment. My mystification was dispelled38 by one of the old officials, who let me into the secret, telling me more than he should have done, as he swallowed rum and became loquacious39. It appeared that Bones boarded the boats as they arrived at Suva, Vanu Levu or Lakemba, interviewed passengers and spotted40 likely customers. With years of research and experience he had developed a bloodhound’s instinct for twigging uneasy fugitives, and by devious41 artifices42 managed to give them the hint and let them know that he was the man who understood difficult positions, and was willing to be a faithful friend to all those who yearned44 to remain unknown.
I also learnt that Bones was not above the ruse45 of getting a confederate on board the boat, who would pose as a detective and suddenly turn round and scrutinise any suspicious passenger, and so deliberately46 frighten him into hurriedly leaving the ship. By a prearranged signal, when the native canoes brought the flying fugitive ashore47, the Organization officials arrested him! Those who confessed offhand48 were given the straight hint that their captors were not beyond accepting a bribe49 and letting the prisoner escape. If they had no money Bones behaved well to them, put them up for a time, then shipped them off at the first chance.
Those who had managed to bring wealth with them gave Bones a liberal bribe, and you can imagine it was no hard job to get it out of them. Men from all parts of the world sought the South Seas as a hiding-place; some came to save their necks, many to escape penal50 servitude. The Charity Organization of the South Seas was not far behind its namesakes in Europe. It was a paying concern, and though the method on which it was conducted was risky51 and strange, it was run on lines of truth and charity; stolen money only was accepted, the guilty were punished by being robbed, and help was given to the fallen, who were taken in, fed, and finally guided on the road to seclusion52 and security. Assuredly it did not reverse its creed53, as the organizations of Western seas do, where bent54 old men on tottering55 feet tap at the door of charity and, apologising for being old, start to earn the crust of charity by lifting the pick-axe and breaking stones—stones as hard as the hearts of the British officials who waddle56 with fatness and the wealth screwed out of insane charity-givers.
I could tell many distressing57 details of that South Sea hospitality; fiction pales into insignificance58 beside the realities, the tragic59 dramas of life that came to that old shanty60. I could tell you how men fell through the lure61 of gold, and the temptation to appear wealthy and respectable, in the cities of a civilisation62 that so often defeats its own purpose; for how often men fall in their ambition to gain the good opinion of those who only appear better than themselves.
The unpractical passion of love also brought much wealth to the South Sea Organization’s exchequer63. I remember one middle-aged43 gentleman whose manner brought to that degraded forest homestead a flavour of English society. With him, in the tastefully laid-out little room, wept a girl, obviously brought up in English respectability. She was a pretty, blue-eyed girl, but her face had aged with grief and remorse65 and the thought of motherhood. Mabau was her ever-tender maid and companion. The bond of sympathy that linked the brown and the white woman together expressed something that had an intense note of poetry in it. Mabau’s wild intuition read the girl’s sorrow and remorse. The two women, so far removed from each other by blood and education, through mutual66 grief and instinct became equal. Softly Mabau stroked her white sister’s face, and she in turn caressed67 the brown girl, who also was fast approaching motherhood.
I asked no questions of her male companion as he and I together strolled across the landscape. I led him to the native villages, and did my best to interest him and take him out of himself during the three days that he stayed with Bones. We conceived a mutual liking68 for each other, and he took me sufficiently69 into his confidence to let me know that they were on the way to South America.
I saw them both off by the s.s. —— from Suva. Mabau carried the white girl’s things to the boat. As they stood on the ship’s deck they waved their hands to us, and we stood watching the frail70 girl, clinging to the man’s arm, as the vessel71 moved away and the tropical sunset flooded the seas. We stared till the ship was a speck72 on the waste of waters. So disappeared those outcasts on the horizon, together with their passion and its fruits, bound for another land, fading from our sight for ever. Mabau cried bitterly. I felt very sad also as we went down the river, and the hut looked more lonely than ever to me after they left.
I only stayed with Bones as a visitor, and several times went off to Lakemba and the various isles73 of the group, visiting Thombo and the Eastern Isles, also Yasawa, Kandavu and the native villages inland from Vana Levu, in the Bua district. Some of the natives owned profitable plantations74, planted chiefly with coco-palms for the produce of copra and food for domestic use.
I often roamed those barbaric lands quite alone, and used to stand and reflect as I gazed through the wooded landscape; the solitude75 seemed so peaceful, but my dreams would conjure76 up pictures of the hot-footed, bloodthirsty tribes on the warpath long ago. Swarthy bodies and mop-heads moving through those glooms to charge the ambushed77 rival tribe, finally bringing their victims to the ovens that fizzled the “long pig.”
Where now the cattle roam at leisure, nibbling78 the covatu grass and milk-fern of the cleared pastures, once towered thickly wooded forest slopes of tropic fern and coco-palms. Patches of those forests still remain. In those old glooms I roamed and spent many happy and exciting times, for among them still stood native villages of semi-savage peoples; many of them clung to old heathen beliefs and sneered79 as they passed the den6 wherein moaned the wailing harmonium. Fierce fights often raged among the population, for they were a mixed party, many of them being emigrant80 islanders from the Gilbert, Ellice and Samoan Groups.
I used to wander about those old native villages, undecided whether to go to Australia or to get a berth81 on one of the trading-boats bound for Honolulu, and so make my way to San Francisco. The weather was very hot, the thermometer reaching 95°. As I sat in the shade beneath the trees, above my head chuckled82 peculiar83, migratory84 birds, pruning85 their wings and whistling to the infinite blue above their topmost bough86, which swayed gently to the welcome sea breeze that blew inland. It was there that I saw a native funeral; a Fijian girl had died. I watched the thatched den’s door open, as swarthy men, with bowed, lamenting87 heads, bore on their shoulders the square-shaped coffin89. It was sunset and the burying-hour. The whole village started wailing, beating their breasts and naked thighs90 as they moved on in the grotesque91 but sad procession. One old woman, the great-grandmother, I think, led the way to the native cemetery92. It was a mournful sight, and a novel one for Western eyes, for their grief seemed real! By a lonely forest track the procession stopped, and there, in the shade of a mighty93 group of banyan-trees, was the grave. Loudly the mourners started to wail, and the old woman and the girls fell flat on their faces and grovelled94 on the forest turf, wailing a Fijian lament88, while the male mourners drank kava from little pots to keep their spirits up. To my astonishment95 the old woman was lowered into the grave first. She stretched her body out, feigning96 death so well that her naked limbs and corpulent, brown frame looked stiff with rigor97 mortis. Four powerful chiefs, two at her head and two at the middle, slowly lowered her into the tomb.
Then came forward one who I presumed was the high priest and, standing98 on the brink99 of the grave, he lifted his hands towards the skies and called on the gods to take the living spirit of the old woman into the land of death to look after the soul of the dead girl. As the high priest yawned and finished his speech he walked away, and maidens100 cast flowers on to the living body below. For a moment I thought that the old woman was to be buried alive, but to my relief I saw her dark, skinny fingers hastily emerge and cling to the grave’s brink, as up came her head and she leapt out on all-fours.
Then the lid of the coffin, wherein lay the dead girl, was lifted, and the mourners each in turn gazed upon the face and wailed101. I did not look, for the sight depressed102 me, and I hurried away. This method of burial, and the ceremony which I have described, was an old custom modified, a method employed by a new sect, a creed which was based half on heathenism and half on Christianity, similar to the many crank offspring creeds103 of Europe to-day.
After staying in Suva for two or three days, idling and boarding the few trading schooners105 in the harbour, I went back to the Den of Mystery presided over by Mr Bones. As I entered the Organization door I saw, through the wreaths of tobacco smoke, the villainous, unshaved profiles of the gay officials, as bending over the long bench they shuffled cards, swore and drank rum. As they welcomed me their fierce, suspicious, wrinkled brows smoothed out again. I had left my violin with them and, though I had been absent several days, it stood on the shelf over their heads as I had left it. They called on me for a solo as I sat down and smoked, but when I responded to their wish a terrible discord106 began, for the player of the smashed cornet joined in and put my ear out; his time and tune faculties107 were nil108. When I stopped he still blew on, puffing109 out tunelessness. As the night advanced yarns110 began, and I heard experiences of those rough men, and truly truth is stranger than fiction. Much that I heard is unprintable, not so much because of its subject and expressive111 thought as from the fact that in Bones’s hospitable112 establishment I received trust that once betrayed would bring dire113 disaster on fugitives who are still hiding, or have relatives of high standing in England and elsewhere.
Among others there was one weird-faced fellow there at that time. He looked thin and ill, but had been handsome in his day, and often through his rough accent came a different utterance114, that of an educated man. Over his bunk9 were the photographs of a girl and of two old people. Something in his life had played havoc115 with him, for secret grief had prematurely116 wrinkled his brow and face. His eyes were clear, blue and earnest-looking. All the men took to him, for he was willing enough, and when they chaffed him he smiled good-naturedly and revealed the expression that had lit his face up as a boy.
Bones had picked him up adrift at sea whilst he was on a trip to Tonga in a schooner104. The man had stowed away on a boat at Sydney that was bound for South America. The detectives had got wind of his being aboard; he had hidden himself between decks among the massed cargo117, bales of wool. After the second day at sea the detectives, who were aboard, came down into the hold to see if they could discover his whereabouts. Without water, and with only a few biscuits to nibble118 at in his huddled119 confinement120, he suffered agonies. It was almost stifling121 up on deck under the tropical sun, but down deep in the ship’s hold he was almost suffocated122, and the droves of hungry ship rats smelt123 his sweating body and viciously attacked him in the inky darkness.
“Often I had half a mind to give myself up,” said he, “for the cursed vermin bit at my legs as I beat with my hands to keep them from eating at my face. I dared not sleep; indeed, as I dozed125 off once or twice I felt them pushing along under the legs of my trousers, and their rough tongues, like tiny saws, licked at the beads126 of cold sweat that broke out all over me.” As he continued, the game of cards along the bench ceased; all hands became still with interest. Mabau, who crouched127 near my feet, gave a deepening blush as I gazed at her squatting128 on the floor beside me. She was gazing at Vituo’s photograph, which he had had taken in Suva.
Proceeding129 with his story, as we puffed our pipes silently he continued: “Suddenly I heard a creaking noise forward; the bulk-head doors were opening! Peeping between the bales of cargo, I saw the flash of a bull’s-eye lantern; they were crawling over the cargo searching for me! The human bloodhounds nearly trod on my body as they flashed their lanterns over the gloom and crept past me in the dark. In a second I saw my chance. I noiselessly worked my body backwards130, as they were searching the cargo right ahead. Half dead I got through the bulkhead door and stood on deck.
“It was night; the stars lit the skies overhead and the funnel131 belched132 out reddened smoke that rolled astern. She was cutting across the Pacific at fourteen knots. How I drank in the fresh air as I crept up by the stokehold grating. Hiding myself by the funnel, I gazed up; there was the bridge, and to and fro walked the captain and chief mate. Presently I heard voices on deck; they were back from their search. “He’s not down there,” one of them shouted. The skipper leaned over the bridge rails. “You are on the wrong tack124, I guess,” he shouted back. “I wish they were,” thought I, and at that moment I heard their footsteps coming up the gangway towards me.
“I held my breath; they flashed their lanterns about; one of them nearly brushed against me as I watched. A pain shot through my head; my God, I was done for! I clapped my hand to my mouth to save myself and muffle36 the sound. With a smothering133 throb134 it came; I gave forth135 a tremendous sneeze! It betrayed me. In an instant I seized the wooden grating by the bridge gangway and leapt to the lower deck. I heard the crashing and throbbing136 of the engines, as for a moment I stood by the galley137 port-hole and resolved on the next step. Gripping the grating tightly, I clambered on to the bulwark138 and dived into the Pacific! I felt the thunder and swirl139 of the screw as the revolving140 blades just missed me, and I was sucked down by the churning waters. Still clutching the grating I came up to the surface and, resting my arms on it, gazed at the ship. She was still thundering on, fading under the stars; I saw her go, racing141 away. Evidently they had not dreamed that I had jumped overboard.
“The cool waters refreshed me considerably142. For a long while I could see the mast-head light of the ship, and then I was alone at sea. Daybreak crept over the world of waters and like a flood of fire the sunrise burst up through the sky; like a speck I bobbed about. Flocks of sea-birds sighted me and hovered143 overhead, then came down, their legs hanging loosely, as they tried to peek144 my eyes out! I beat about with my hands. As I got on to the grating, seeing that I was alive, they shrieked145 and wheeled away.
“The hot sun rose; I became delirious146 with thirst and, unable to help myself, drank sea-water. At sunset I half fell asleep as I lay on the grating, my legs in the water. I cursed that sneeze that had placed me in such a plight147. In the night the moon rose. I was raving148 with delirium149; somehow that sneeze became embodied150 in human shape; my delirious imagination saw it! There in the shivering moonlit water it swam round me! Nearer and nearer its grinning, demon151 face came; it seemed frog-like and half human. Dressed in a small red plush coat it hissed152 at the grating and peeped at me with blue, human eyes! I watched; the Universe crashed overhead. I waited my opportunity. It came. I seized that sneeze by the throat, tripped and squeezed the life out of its vile153 body, then flung it back into the moonlit waters. Once again it turned and came swimming back towards me, climbed up and grinned at me! Once more I gripped it and threw it over the side. It disappeared, and the dark fin13 of a grey-nosed shark slowly rose. Reality crept into my brain. I pulled my legs up on to the grating, which was awash with my weight. I waited for death and shouted. I knew that fin was real enough and only a miracle could save me; and it did, for my cry was heard. A passing schooner spotted me across the night, and Bones there threw the rope that saved me.”
“Right enough,” said Bones, as he knocked the ash from his pipe. Then all the hands filled their mugs with rum and clinked them together, and the contents, with one swallow, disappeared.
Such were some of the various experiences I heard from the lips of those men. Almost everything connected with the Organization had an exciting history attached to it; aye, from pretty Mabau to the tall hat that hung on a peg154 by the emergency barrel. I think I will tell you the history of that hat just as I heard it from Bones.
It appeared that in earlier days, before Bones had made the hiding profession into a fine art, and one which easily amassed155 wealth, his means of running the show and replenishing the food and rum casks were not as kindly and humane156 as the arresting scheme, with the final relief of the victim on getting his bribe accepted—a bribe that often astonished Bones by its generosity157, for the shabbiest fugitives were generally the richest and the guiltiest.
Well, to proceed. That immaculate tall hat had brought the Organization in much money. When trading-ships called in at Suva and the surrounding isles Bones would go aboard and negotiate for the part purchase of the general cargo; and he did well; for, though he or his representative had no ready money, they would manage to dupe the skipper or supercargo by giving them a false bill or an I.O.U. from some firm of repute, who knew nothing whatever of Bones and his clever crew. Attired158 in a frock-coat and that tall hat, they commanded the necessary trust and respect.
Galloway, the Yankee who worked the business personally, managed to get a surprising amount of credit. Scores of harmoniums, musical-boxes and miscellaneous clothes were got hold of through the Yankee’s smartness. The whole business was run on fine, strategic lines. After a good deal Galloway would lie low and lend the hat and frock-coat to a confederate. Soon, however, in spite of their care, a breath of suspicion blew across the South Seas. Skippers told each other to look out.
“You see that hole in the rim of the hat,” said Bones, pointing his thumb to what looked like a bullet hole; “that d——d place cost me a cool thousand pounds.” Then: “You see that ’ole, don’t you? Well, when Galloway’s pal19 went aboard a schooner in Lakemba he stands on deck and makes a deal for five hundred clocks—natives would give their souls for a clock—and a thousand tins of meat stuff; in fact almost everything that we wanted. Well, he gives the skipper his I.O.U., seemingly made out and signed by a settler who was well known for his wealth and integrity in Fiji; but, as he stood on deck and signalled to the natives overside to bring the boats alongside to take the first load of stuff away, the skipper, who had previously159 been done, spied the same hole in that tall hat which he had noticed when Galloway duped him. So he says: ‘Before you take the stuff away have a whisky?’ and then says, sudden-like: ‘You’ve got your pal’s old hat on; what’s become of him? I’ve still got his I.O.U.’ Galloway’s pal at this looked uncomfortable, and the skipper kept the ball rolling, for he whips a revolver out of his pocket, and as H—— bolts over the side the old curse fires, bang! H——'s ear was blown off. So ended the I.O.U. trade, and H—— left those parts with his ear missing. Then he made a fortune through kidnapping native girls in the Solomon and Marquesan Groups, and got on so well that he purchased a schooner, and ten years ago called this way and invited us on board. As we drank in the saloon aft we heard the general cargo of naked native girls and youths wailing under the floor decks as they called for grub! I took mercy on half-a-dozen girls next morning as H—— got them on deck and paraded them for my inspection160. I bought them and sold three to the sailors of a German man-o’-war, and their missionary gave me a good price for the other three.”
So Bones rambled161 on, telling me much which I have left out as being unprintable and, worse—too true to enlarge upon! The traffic in native girls for immoral162 purposes was common in the early days, and still is to-day, but it is carried on now by more disguised methods; indeed, most of the crimes that were rampant163 in the old days are worse than ever, for they are carried on with deeper guile164, as missionaries165, earnest men enough, leave the sorrow and sin of their own lands to spread hypocrisy166 over the South Seas. For the natives are clever, and with education simply learn the duplicity of the white race; loudly they sing the lotu hymns167 as they grin in their hearts over the change in things for the better!
Now I am approaching the end of my stay in Fiji. I had my few belongings168 packed, for I had been promised a berth aboard the Frigate169 Bird, that lay in Suva harbour and was due to leave in a few days. It had been a swelteringly hot day. I had told Mabau that I was going away, and from her learnt that Vituo had completely thrown her over and was much in love with the white woman who had stayed at Suva. Tears gleamed in her eyes as she realised that I should soon be going, and as I sat and played the violin to the men who had befriended me while I was hard up she looked up at me like a whipped dog, with beseeching eyes, and I felt very sorry for her.
At sunset I walked with Bones under the coco-palms down by the river. It was to be my last night. The smell of the decaying ferns and rotting oranges in the jungle grass came in sweet, damp drifts as the cool evening breeze sprang up. In the trees a few birds sang, and from far-off came the sound of the tribal170 drums beating the sunset out, and the stars to the skies, over the native village a mile away. I had the night before been to Naraundrau to bid farewell to the old missionary. He had crossed his hands on his breast and blessed me, then laid his hands on my shoulders, gazed into my face and said: “Farewell, my son; the blessing171 of God be with you.” I left him as a son would a father, with sadness in my soul for his age, and in my sorrow I seemed to hear a noise beating in my heart—like toiling172 shovels173 that day by day deepened his grave.
As I stood by the river slope with Bones we heard the paddling of a canoe, and round the bend came Mabau to wish me farewell. She appeared very excited as she jumped ashore. Early moonrise bathed the pool waters as she stood beneath the palms and to our surprise said: “Vituo is dead; I kill him.” As she told us this she lifted her hands to the sky and wailed. We tried to calm her, but it was no use; we only gathered that Vituo, her faithless lover, had died by her hand. Still I can see her figure, mirrored in the water of the moonlit pool, as she wailed, swaying her blood-stained hands and singing a death chant that sounded like this when translated:
“O winds of night I call, I call,
Across the hills of sleep;
Let Mabau to silence fall
For ever into sleep.”
Then gazing over her shoulder she rushed off into the jungle, and Bones and I hurried after her. Through the trees we saw her running. Then she reached the sea. “What’s she up to?” said Bones, as we sighted the shore. Out on the edge of the promontory174, like some carved goddess, she stood, appealing to the skies with lifted arms as she wailed a primitive175 note of sorrow. Moonlight revealed her stricken, dusky face. Up went her arms for a moment in perfect stillness, then she dived! Bones and I rushed over the reefs; neither of us had time to think that she might take her own life. Stumbling into the shallow water by the rocks, we reached the promontory and the spot where she went in. I dived and Bones followed me. Round and round we swam, moving the liquid depths, as the imaged stars twinkled and faded. “Mabau! Mabau!” we called, then we each dived, scrambled176 and felt for her. No sight or sign of life appeared; the dark waters had taken her young life away.
An hour later Bones and I crept back to the den, wretched and sad. We did not speak; we still had a faint hope that she might have swum round the promontory point, eluded177 us and be still alive. I could not sleep, and at daybreak we started off together. As we reached the fatal spot sunrise was creeping over the Pacific. Out on the extreme edge of the promontory we stood side by side and looked down into the clear depths, searching; for on the water floated her ridi, made from a pretty piece of coloured silk, a present to her from the white girl who had stayed at the Organization room. I knew it had been worn to please Vituo, whose despicable conduct had caused his own death and that of Mabau.
Suddenly Bones said: “Look!” and pointed for a moment. I hardly dared to gaze at the spot where he pointed, and then in perfect silence we looked. On the sandy bottom, deep down in the water, by a boulder178 of red and white coral, was Mabau, her eyelids179 apart as she stared fixedly180 up through the clear, crystal depth. The first sunbeams stained the water by her brown figure. The South Seas wild blackbird sang joyously181 in the coco-palms, and the sails of the outbound schooner that caught the tide faded on the horizon.
At sunset next day I bade Bones good-bye and sailed on the Frigate Bird.
For three months I sailed among the islands in a trading schooner and then left it at Hiva-oa, where I stayed for three weeks. I was a bit downcast, and employed my time by hard study on the violin. There was an old wrecked182 schooner on the reefs, and at night I used to creep down into her hold and practise. I was ambitious to be a great violinist. For a while I was in my element in that ship’s hold, and then the natives heard my fiddle183 wailing and were frightened out of their lives, thinking that the wreck was haunted by evil spirits. I was innocent enough of it all as I played away night after night, until, looking through the port-hole in the bright moonlight, I heard a jabbering184 noise and saw hordes185 of natives on the beach, watching and creeping about as I played!
Then a man came aboard the wreck and shouted down the hold: “Halloa there!” and told me that all his hired natives were packing up and leaving for other islands, as they all thought when my violin wailed that the old wreck was haunted by spirits of heathen gods. So I lost my chance of being alone with my aspirations186 in the South Seas and once more got a schooner and went off to Honolulu and other islands.
I managed, by being careful, to save some money from my ship and musical engagements, for I was abstemious187, and devoted188 my spare time to music and reading. I made several acquaintances among the crews of the ships that traded among the islands, many of whom were young Englishmen who had left the mail-boats and the deep-sea liners to earn more money on trading-boats and see the islands and the Australian cities. I also got to know many German and Colonial sailors. The North German Lloyd mail-ships arrived in Sydney weekly, and the hands would leave and get jobs on the small boats running to Samoa and elsewhere in the Pacific Isles.
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generosity
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inspection
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hymns
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fiddle
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hordes
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