The God of Civilization: A RomancePittock, M. A., Mrs.
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The God of Civilization: A Romance
Pittock, M. A., Mrs.
Dime novels; Love stories; Oceania -- Description and travel -- Fiction
They now lay as closely as possible to the protecting rocks and after
Mabel’s last words, a deathlike hush reigned. The moments seemed like
hours in the agonizing suspense, for they knew not how close the dreaded
savages might have come by now, as their footfalls, they were aware,
could not be heard and they expected any moment to see their malignant
faces stealthily peering around the corners of the rocks. They did not
dare to go to the edge of the rocky screen to see if their foes were in
sight, for fear of betraying their hiding place; they had resolved to
fight to the last and not be taken alive if possible.
Perhaps Etta and Mabel dreaded capture more than the three men; they
also resolved to fight for their lives, if necessary.
CHAPTER VII.
The moments had passed slowly until almost an hour had gone by. Captain
Gray was the first to break the long silence with: “I begin to think,
that for this time we are safe,” but hardly had the words left his lips
when the murmur of voices were heard. The hearts of every member of the
little party seemed to stop beating, so intense was their terrible
dread. In a moment more the form of a strongly built young savage
bounded over the lowest part of the rocky barrier and stood before the
horrified group. He was quickly followed by four other natives.
The captain and the rest of the little party sprang to their feet ready
to defend themselves, their backs against the rocks, their drawn knives
in their hands. But instead of rushing upon them, the young native
smiled and pointed to something he carried in his hand, which was a
large conch shell, having a curved piece of bright pearl shell attached
to it in a curious manner, the whole arrangement being fastened to a
long cord of braided grass, and said in a kind voice:
“Fish! Ahleka, Fish! Have no fear of Ahleka.”
The surprise of the little group can be better imagined than described,
at hearing very fair English spoken by this stalwart young native, whose
skin was a rich nut-brown, and whose only clothing consisted of a strip
of braided grass wound about his waist and hanging in a deep fringe half
way to the knees. The rest of his body was totally devoid of covering or
ornament, except a necklace of claws that encircled his throat. He was a
splendid specimen of manhood; tall and straight as a young tree, broad
shouldered, muscular and supple.
The strangeness of hearing words they could understand, flow from his
lips, in a full musical tone, when they had expected to hear only sounds
unintelligible to them, was so great as to make the little party stare
at the natives with open-eyed wonder, as Ahleka continued:
“My people will do you no harm. We war not with the children of the
lands beyond the seas. But, how came you here? We have found your large
waa (canoe) close under the rocks. Did you come from lands beyond the
rising of Ka La (pointing to the sun) and, how did so few warriors bring
so large a waa so far?”
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