Sailors -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
"I don't believe in a word he says," observed Jack to the lieutenant;
"but as we can't stay here for ever, I'll just teach him to have a
little respect for us at all events."
Saying this, Jack sprung on the chief, and clasping him round the body
almost squeezed the breath out of him; then lifting him up sat him
astride on the back of the idol. The proceeding very much astonished
all present, but it had the effect of making the savages respect the
bold seaman. His companion, the lieutenant, was, however, dragged away;
while the chief, getting down from his unusual seat and taking Jack by
the hand, made a long speech to the bystanders, clearly to the effect
that he intended to be his friend and protector. Very different was the
treatment the unfortunate officer received. No sooner was the speech
over than the savages, without warning, set on him with their clubs, and
before Jack could go to his assistance clubbed him to death. Poor Jack
fully expected to share the same fate, but the savages seemed to have no
intention of injuring him. The chief, on the contrary, led him away to
a hut, and in a little time several natives appeared bringing a variety
of dishes, nicely cooked, on clean plantain leaves, and some liquor in
cocoa-nut cups, which was far from unpalatable. Had Jack not witnessed
the sad fate of his companions he would not have considered himself
badly off. He was, however, a prisoner; for after what had occurred he
was very certain that the savages would not let him return to the
frigate. All night he lay awake on his bed of leaves thinking how he
should escape. Twice he got up, resolved to run off to the shore and to
endeavour to swim on board, but each time he found a savage with a long
spear sitting at the door of the hut, and a significant gesture made him
retreat.
Next day, as he was wandering about attended closely by two or three
guards, the sound of music and shouting attracted him to the
neighbourhood of the temple. A number of persons, evidently chiefs,
were assembled in a shaded dell, while a mob of the common people stood
around at a distance. There were large ovens near, from whence a thick
vapour ascended into the blue sky. A feast was going forward. Jack
stood riveted to the spot with horror as he beheld the scene, and
discovered the dreadful fare on which the savages were feasting. He now
knew too well why his companions had been so mercilessly slaughtered.
His captors were the most cruel of cannibals. He could gaze no longer
on the dreadful scene, but ran shrieking from the spot. He was followed
closely by his guards, who seemed highly amused at the delicacy of his
nerves. For many a day, notwithstanding all the care bestowed on him,
he could not banish the idea that he was reserved for the same fate
which had befallen his companions. His chief occupation was climbing
every height he could reach to look for the frigate.
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