However, I clearly saw that no good could attend my telling
Vanderdecken of his mate's hunger for my life. If Van Vogelaar had
walked in his sleep he would not know what he had done; he would
call me a liar for charging him with it, and I might count upon
Vanderdecken siding with him in any case. The Dutch are a less savage
people than they were, but in the age to which this ship's company
belonged they were the most inhuman people in Europe, perhaps in the
world, and such were the barbarities they were guilty of, that the
passage of two centuries--and it would be the same if it were the
passage of two hundred centuries--leaves their crimes as fresh and
smoking to God as the blood of their victims at the time of their being
done to death. Consider their treatment of sailors: how for a petty
theft they would proclaim a man infamous at the fore-mast; torture him
into confession by attaching heavy weights to his feet, running him
aloft, and then letting him fall; keel-haul him, that is, draw him
several times under the ship's keel; affix him to the mast by nailing
him to it by a knife passed through his hand; flog him to the extent
of three hundred to five hundred strokes, then pickle his bleeding
mangled back; fling him ironed into the hold: there half-starve him
till they met with a bare, barren, lonely rock upon which they would
set and leave him. Read how they treated the English at Amboyna! No!
I had the Dutch of the seventeenth century to deal with in these men,
not the Hollanders of my day, borrowing fine airs from the Germans and
sweetening their throats with French _à la mode_ phrases. But how to
escape them? There were moments when I paced my cabin like a madman and
with a madman's thoughts in me too.
I brought a haggard face with me to the breakfast table, and Imogene
surveyed me with an eye full of inquiry and anxiety. My thoughts,
acting with my wakefulness, had told, and I fancied that even
Vanderdecken suffered his gaze to rest upon me as though he marked a
change. Van Vogelaar's manner satisfied me that he had acted in his
sleep or under some spell that stupefied the understanding whilst it
gave the spirit full play, for he discovered nothing of that wonder and
terror which had been visible in him when I entered the cabin after his
former attempt to destroy me, which certainly had not been the case had
he quitted my bedside in the belief that I was dead of my wounds.
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