England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Mr. Duncalf had the first watch after the _Fortuna_ had been made snug.
He took the boatswain aside (an ancient sea-dog like himself), and he
said in a gruff whisper: "My lad, this here ain't the island laid down
in our sailing orders. See if mischief don't come of disobeying orders
before we are many days older."
Nothing in the shape of mischief happened that night. But at sunrise
the next morning a suspicious circumstance occurred; and Mr. Duncalf
whispered to the boatswain: "What did I tell you?" The Captain and the
chief of the islanders held a private conference in the cabin, and the
Captain, after first forbidding any communication with the shore until
his return, suddenly left the ship, alone with the chief, in the chief's
own canoe.
What did this strange disappearance mean? The Captain himself, when
he took his seat in the canoe, would have been puzzled to answer that
question. He asked, in the nearest approach that his knowledge could
make to the language used in the island, whether he would be a long time
or a short time absent from his ship.
The chief answered mysteriously (as the Captain understood him) in these
words: "Long time or short time, your life depends on it, and the lives
of your men."
Paddling his light little boat in silence over the smooth water inside
the reef, the chief took his visitor ashore at a part of the island
which was quite new to the Captain. The two crossed a ravine, and
ascended an eminence beyond. There the chief stopped, and silently
pointed out to sea.
The Captain looked in the direction indicated to him, and discovered a
second and a smaller island, lying away to the southwest. Taking out his
telescope from the case by which it was slung at his back, he narrowly
examined the place. Two of the native canoes were lying off the shore
of the new island; and the men in them appeared to be all kneeling
or crouching in curiously chosen attitudes. Shifting the range of his
glass, he next beheld a white-robed figure, tall and solitary--the one
inhabitant of the island whom he could discover. The man was standing on
the highest point of a rocky cape. A fire was burning at his feet. Now
he lifted his arms solemnly to the sky; now he dropped some invisible
fuel into the fire, which made a blue smoke; and now he cast other
invisible objects into the canoes floating beneath him, which the
islanders reverently received with bodies that crouched in abject
submission. Lowering his telescope, the Captain looked round at the
chief for an explanation. The chief gave the explanation readily. His
language was interpreted by the English stranger in these terms:
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