The mystery of Easter island: the story of an expeditionRoutledge, Katherine
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The mystery of Easter island: the story of an expedition
Routledge, Katherine
Easter Island; Oceania -- Description and travel; Voyages and travels
The cruiser, it transpired, had also on board it the crew of an English
sailing ship, the _Kildalton_, which she had captured and sunk near the
Horn; but when an attempt was made to speak to the men, they were
ordered below. The German officers and crew then landed daily, rode over
the island, came up to the Manager’s house, and generally behaved as if
the whole place belonged to them. The officers were courteous and always
saluted when we met, an attention with which one would have preferred to
dispense; one of the crew penetrated to our kitchen, which he was at
once requested to leave, in spite of Bailey’s evident fear that he and I
would immediately be ordered out for execution; the man hesitated,
looked astonished, but obeyed. It must be remembered that there was no
reason to suppose that it was otherwise than civilised warfare, the idea
that anyone could or would injure non-combatants on neutral soil never
seriously occurred to me: the story of Belgium was unknown.
Indignation was, however, roused by the fact that the Germans were
remaining far beyond the twenty-four hours to which they were entitled
in a neutral port, and obviously again using the island as a base. It
grew to fever-heat when news came that a signal-station had been erected
on Rano Aroi, the high central point, with an officer and men in charge,
from which notice might be given to the cruiser below if an “enemy” ship
was sighted. I took Juan, the headman of the village who was our usual
escort, rode up to the point in question, and thus verified the fact of
the station and men on watch. I remained at a short distance, but Juan
went on and spoke to the Germans; he came back to me saying
impressively, “They do not like to see you here,” to which sentiment the
reply naturally was “I dislike still more to see them.” Never would the
white ensign have been more welcome! To relieve my feelings, although
with a sense of futility, I wrote a formal protest, under the
grandiloquent title of “Acting Head of the British Scientific
Expedition,” pointing out for the benefit of the Chilean Government
these abuses of neutrality. The schoolmaster had been, since his
arrival, the formal representative of his country, and I went down to
the village to give it to him; its presentation was delayed by his
having gone on board the cruiser, for the Christmas theatricals, where
he remained over the next day, but it was finally handed to him.
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