The island of anarchy: A fragment of history in the 20th centuryWaterhouse, Elizabeth
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The island of anarchy: A fragment of history in the 20th century
Waterhouse, Elizabeth
Science fiction; Twentieth century -- Forecasts -- Fiction
There was no government or settled order to which anyone could
appeal—“each man for himself” was the only rule. The number of the early
settlers was much diminished by the years of strife and violence, and
though some of those who came as children to the Island were now growing
to man’s and woman’s estate, these were not many, and the fact that
among the older settlers there were some who had families was a great
source of weakness to them as against the new-comers, for even the most
lawless of the old Southern men dreaded the attacks of these wild
marauders upon their feeble women and children.
Thus the presence of the Dacoits wrought a change at once on the island.
The common trouble to which they were now exposed inclined the earlier
settlers to look upon one another with more friendly eyes, and indeed I
think by this time they were all beginning a little to weary of
conflict, and so they drew together and determined on measures in which
they should all unite for driving the Dacoits back to the North, or at
any rate reducing them to some sort of subjection.
But this was by no means easy. Men who had no scruple at midnight
murder, and delighted in the torture of little children in the sight of
their mothers, could not be met by any force but that of perfectly
organized and strong repression, and the leaders of the party who now
represented the order of the Island began to dread whether they would
not indeed all perish at the hands of these savage invaders. It might be
so, but all that was best in these men rose up to meet the danger and to
defend their homes. They were beginning to understand the meaning of
union, of some sort of law, of the sacrifice of the will of each one to
the good of the whole, when a new thing happened.
Some Dacoits who had just been driven back from a plundering expedition
were men who had learnt a few words of English, and as they sullenly
retired they uttered terrible threats against their opponents, which
they said they would perform when the next moon was round, for then
ships would come bringing their friends, and they made signs to show
that these would come in great numbers.
Here were indeed tidings of despair for the settlers. They met once
again in the green amphitheatre in which they had been convened before,
and many of them remembered sadly how things had changed for the worse
since that day. The presence of this terror made them all of one accord,
though there seemed nothing to be done. The shipbuilding projects had
been long abandoned among the pre-occupations of their internal
conflicts, and the little boats in which they crossed the Lagoon were
perfectly useless for long voyages at this time of year; but indeed,
since all could not leave the Island, none of them would dream of
deserting their companions in misery.
Further, if other reason were needed for their remaining, all but the
children and quite young men and, women bore the brand which made life
impossible for them elsewhere.
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