then hove about and stood for the northern shore of the lagoon, by that
time some five miles distant, finally shooting in between the mainland
and an island nearly two miles long, upon which stood the slave factory
that our lads had captured earlier in the day. The whole surface of
this island, except a narrow belt along its southern shore, had been
completely cleared of vegetation; and upon the cleared space had been
erected two enormous barracoons and, as Purchase had said, a regular
village of well-constructed, stone-built houses raised on massive piers
of masonry, and with broad galleries and verandahs all round them,
evidently intended for the occupation of the slave-dealers and their
dependants. A fine timber wharf extended along the entire northern side
of the island, with massive bollards sunk into the soil at regular
intervals for ships to make fast to; half a dozen trunk buoys occupied
the middle of the fairway; and the whole settlement was completely
screened from prying eyes by the heavy belt of standing timber that had
been left undisturbed on the southern shore of the island. I had
thought that the factory on the Camma Lagoon represented the last word
in the construction of slave-dealing establishments; but this concern
was quite twice as extensive, and more elaborately complete in every
respect.
By the time that we invalids were landed it was close upon sunset, and
under Purchase's guidance we were all conducted up to the largest house
in the place, where, in one of the rooms, Murdoch was still hard at work
attending to the batch of patients that were the result of that day's
work. We, the new arrivals, however, were shepherded into another room,
where fairly comfortable beds were arranged along the two sides, and
into these beds the worst cases were at once put and turned over to
Murdoch's care, while Hutchinson promptly pulled off his coat and took
up Murdoch's work in what might be termed the operating-room. I,
however, was not considered a bad case, and was accordingly placed in
another smaller room, or ward, along with about half a dozen others in
like condition with myself.
While these arrangements were proceeding, a fatigue-party had been busy
at work in a secluded spot chosen by the skipper, at some distance from
the houses; and before we, the wounded, had all been comfortably
disposed of for the night, the dead Nugent included--were laid to rest
with such honourable observance as the exigencies of the moment would
permit.
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