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from the davits, and covered them up with canvas, as we did not want to
provoke a conflict if we could possibly avoid it, though we were all
quite prepared to fight hard for our lives.
[Illustration: "AN ECSTASY OF DELIGHT."]
We were followed to the shore by dozens of canoes, and on reaching the
land the natives swarmed round us in hundreds. But presently there was
a great shouting. The people parted, forming a lane down which marched
as superb a specimen of a man it has ever been my lot to see. His
physique was simply magnificent, and his broad chest and massive limbs
gave evidence of immense strength. His teeth were stained red with
betel-nut, and round his neck, arms, and ankles he wore ornaments made
of shells, but with these exceptions his costume was that of our first
parents before the fall. His movements were the perfection of grace,
and his bearing wonderfully dignified.
It soon became apparent that this man was a petty king or chief, from
the deference that was paid to him. Hoping to secure his good offices,
I moved towards him and made a sort of salaam, which seemed to please
him mightily. Round my neck I wore a lanyard, to which was attached
a large, brand-new jack-knife, and, as this seemed to attract his
attention, I took the lanyard and knife off my neck and put it round
his. Whereupon he was seized with an ecstasy of delight, and executed
a wild sort of dance, shouting, and halloing, and patting the knife as
though it had been a sentient thing.
Having thus expressed his delight and thankfulness, he made certain
signs which I interpreted as a desire on his part that I and my
comrades should follow him. This they resolutely declined to do, but
the spirit of adventure had too strong a hold on me for me to say
no; and so, against the protests and persuasions of my companions,
I signified to him that I would follow. I had two revolvers at my
belt, and I also carried a long, lithe Malacca cane, armed at one end
with a formidable knob of lead worked over with string. I considered,
therefore, that in a fair stand-up fight I should be able to give a
good account of myself. However, there was no hostile appearance on the
part of the natives and the chief placed me on his left-hand side, and
thus, followed by a yelling rabble, we struck inland. For about four
miles we marched through a forest, till we suddenly came to a clearing
where there was a village screened by tall palms from the fierce rays
of the sun.
[Illustration: "WE STRUCK INLAND."]
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