The war maker : $b Being the true story of Captain George B. BoyntonSmith, Horace Herbert
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The war maker : $b Being the true story of Captain George B. Boynton
Smith, Horace Herbert
Filibusters
I knew it would not do for us to run afoul of that gunboat, after that,
or any other, for the word would be passed quickly along, and they
would be on the lookout to pick us up. We became much more careful than
we had been before, but in spite of our precautions, or perhaps because
of them, things began to go against us. Not long afterward, while we
were waiting on the outer edge of a bay a short distance south of
Kitombo to pick up Norton and a party who had landed a cargo of slaves
from a captured dhow, we had to run for it from a cruiser that happened
along. Though she never got within range she gave us a long chase and
it was a week before we considered it safe to go back after Norton and
his men. The Arabs were increasing their crews and we had a succession
of hard fights with them, in which we lost a number of men. Norton was
half knocked out and, in addition to several minor injuries which I
had accumulated, I had a bullet hole through the fleshy part of the
arm that was giving me considerable trouble. And with it all we were
constantly offended by the stench which those slaves had left in the
hold, as though to haunt us.
I never have believed in overplaying my luck, and it required only a
few setbacks to convince me that fortune had turned against us, so I
decided to make another change. Preying on slavers was nasty business,
anyway, though rich in profits, and I had had enough of it. I had
become superstitious, too, about the sickening, odoriferous heritage
which the slaves had left with us. We were likely to be recognized
wherever we went, and that smell would convict us. Running slaves
ranked with piracy and conviction meant a two-step on air at the end of
a yardarm, which was not a pleasing prospect. Therefore I determined to
quit the business and bury all traces of it, including the “Leckwith.”
She had paid for herself many times over and I could afford to lose
her. Besides, if I kept her she would continually remind me of my
experiences in the China Sea, and those I was equally anxious to forget.
I paid off all of the extra men, giving them double wages and a
share of the profits, and told them of my plans, so far as they were
concerned. We had plenty of coal to take us as far as I intended to go
and I did not care to put into any port for fear of being recognized.
Therefore I told them we would take them to within twelve or fifteen
miles of Zanzibar, where they would take to the boats and sail ashore.
They could land quietly, and probably unnoticed, but if any questions
were asked them they were to report that the ship had foundered. This
plan was carried out and they were started landward with provisions and
water.
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