The house of pride, and other tales of HawaiiLondon, Jack
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The house of pride, and other tales of Hawaii
London, Jack
Hawaii -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories, American
In the drowsy afternoon, most of the lepers lay in their rock dens
asleep. Koolau, his rifle on his knees, fresh-cleaned and ready, dozed
in the entrance to his own den. The maid with the twisted arms lay below
in the thicket and kept watch on the knife-edge passage. Suddenly Koolau
was startled wide awake by the sound of an explosion on the beach. The
next instant the atmosphere was incredibly rent asunder. The terrible
sound frightened him. It was as if all the gods had caught the envelope
of the sky in their hands and were ripping it apart as a woman rips apart
a sheet of cotton cloth. But it was such an immense ripping, growing
swiftly nearer. Koolau glanced up apprehensively, as if expecting to see
the thing. Then high up on the cliff overhead the shell burst in a
fountain of black smoke. The rock was shattered, the fragments falling
to the foot of the cliff.
Koolau passed his hand across his sweaty brow. He was terribly shaken.
He had had no experience with shell-fire, and this was more dreadful than
anything he had imagined.
"One," said Kapahei, suddenly bethinking himself to keep count.
A second and a third shell flew screaming over the top of the wall,
bursting beyond view. Kapahei methodically kept the count. The lepers
crowded into the open space before the caves. At first they were
frightened, but as the shells continued their flight overhead the leper
folk became reassured and began to admire the spectacle.
The two idiots shrieked with delight, prancing wild antics as each air-
tormenting shell went by. Koolau began to recover his confidence. No
damage was being done. Evidently they could not aim such large missiles
at such long range with the precision of a rifle.
But a change came over the situation. The shells began to fall short.
One burst below in the thicket by the knife-edge. Koolau remembered the
maid who lay there on watch, and ran down to see. The smoke was still
rising from the bushes when he crawled in. He was astounded. The
branches were splintered and broken. Where the girl had lain was a hole
in the ground. The girl herself was in shattered fragments. The shell
had burst right on her.
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