Island Nights' EntertainmentsStevenson, Robert Louis
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Island Nights' Entertainments
Stevenson, Robert Louis
Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Short stories
They say it scares a man to be alone. No such thing. What scares him in
the dark or the high bush is that he can’t make sure, and there might
be an army at his elbow. What scares him worst is to be right in the
midst of a crowd, and have no guess of what they’re driving at. When
that laugh stopped, I stopped too. The boys had not yet made their
offing, they were still on the full stretch going the one way, when I
had already gone about ship and was sheering off the other. Like a fool
I had come out, doing my five knots; like a fool I went back again. It
must have been the funniest thing to see, and what knocked me silly,
this time no one laughed; only one old woman gave a kind of pious moan,
the way you have heard Dissenters in their chapels at the sermon.
“I never saw such fools of Kanakas as your people here,” I said once to
Uma, glancing out of the window at the starers.
“Savvy nothing,” says Uma, with a kind of disgusted air that she was
good at.
And that was all the talk we had upon the matter, for I was put out,
and Uma took the thing so much as a matter of course that I was fairly
ashamed.
All day, off and on, now fewer and now more, the fools sat about the
west end of my house and across the river, waiting for the show,
whatever that was—fire to come down from heaven, I suppose, and consume
me, bones and baggage. But by evening, like real islanders, they had
wearied of the business, and got away, and had a dance instead in the
big house of the village, where I heard them singing and clapping hands
till, maybe, ten at night, and the next day it seemed they had
forgotten I existed. If fire had come down from heaven or the earth
opened and swallowed me, there would have been nobody to see the sport
or take the lesson, or whatever you like to call it. But I was to find
they hadn’t forgot either, and kept an eye lifting for phenomena over
my way.
I was hard at it both these days getting my trade in order and taking
stock of what Vigours had left. This was a job that made me pretty
sick, and kept me from thinking on much else. Ben had taken stock the
trip before—I knew I could trust Ben—but it was plain somebody had been
making free in the meantime. I found I was out by what might easily
cover six months’ salary and profit, and I could have kicked myself all
round the village to have been such a blamed ass, sitting boozing with
that Case instead of attending to my own affairs and taking stock.
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