James Braithwaite, the Supercargo: The Story of his Adventures Ashore and AfloatKingston, William Henry Giles
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James Braithwaite, the Supercargo: The Story of his Adventures Ashore and Afloat
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction
As I have said, we talked continually, for silence was painful, as I
could not tell when my companion's voice was silent whether he had been
drawn down suddenly by a shark, or had sunk overcome by fatigue. Even
with conversation kept up in this way the time passed very slowly by.
How much worse off I should have been alone! At length Van Deck
exclaimed that he saw the dawn breaking in the sky. Rapidly after this
objects became more and more distinct; the tall bamboo buoys, with their
tufts of dry grass at the top, floating on the glassy water; then I
could distinguish my companion's head and shoulders just above the
surface; and the land about two miles off, on which, however, a surf
broke which would have made landing difficult, if not dangerous. The
tall trees and the mountains, range above range, seemed to rise directly
out of it.
Soon the fishermen's voices, as they pulled out, singing in chorus,
towards their buoys, greeted our ears. Two boats came close to us. The
fishermen exhibited much surprise at finding us, but instead of at once
coming up and taking us on board, they lay on their oars, and appeared
to be consulting what they should do with the strangers. How the
discussion might have terminated seemed doubtful, had not Van Deck told
them that I was an Englishman, whose countrymen had just conquered the
island; that he was my friend; and that if any harm happened to us my
people would come and cut off all the people in the district, whereas if
we were well treated they would be munificently rewarded. This address,
which, taken in its oriental meaning, was literally true, had the
desired effect; one of the boats approached me. Immediately that I was
in the boat I fainted, and I believe that my friend was much in the same
condition. He, however, quickly recovered, and by the promise of an
increased reward induced the fishermen to return at once to the shore.
I did not return to consciousness till I found myself being lifted out
of the boat and placed on a litter of wicker-work. Van Deck was carried
in the same way, as he was too weak to walk. We were thus conveyed to
the house of a chief, who resided not far from the shore, built on the
summit of a rising ground overlooking the sea.
The chief, who was every inch a gentleman, received us with the greatest
hospitality, and, seeing what we most required, had us both put into
clean, comfortable beds in a large airy room, where, after we had taken
a few cups of hot coffee, we fell asleep, and did not awake again till
the evening. Our host had then a sumptuous repast ready for us, of
which by that time we were pretty well capable of partaking. Poor Van
Deck was naturally very much out of spirits at the loss of his brother,
but the necessity of interpreting for me kept him from dwelling on his
own grief.
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