The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3Poe, Edgar Allan
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3
Poe, Edgar Allan
American fiction -- 19th century; Fantasy fiction; Horror tales, American
By the last of the month we had everything in readiness for
departure. We had agreed, however, to pay a formal visit of
leave-taking to the village, and Too-wit insisted so
pertinaciously upon our keeping the promise that we did not think
it advisable to run the risk of offending him by a final refusal.
I believe that not one of us had at this time the slightest
suspicion of the good faith of the savages. They had uniformly
behaved with the greatest decorum, aiding us with alacrity in our
work, offering us their commodities, frequently without price,
and never, in any instance, pilfering a single article, although
the high value they set upon the goods we had with us was evident
by the extravagant demonstrations of joy always manifested upon
our making them a present. The women especially were most
obliging in every respect, and, upon the whole, we should have
been the most suspicious of human beings had we entertained a
single thought of perfidy on the part of a people who treated us
so well. A very short while sufficed to prove that this apparent
kindness of disposition was only the result of a deeply laid plan
for our destruction, and that the islanders for whom we
entertained such inordinate feelings of esteem, were among the
most barbarous, subtle, and bloodthirsty wretches that ever
contaminated the face of the globe.
It was on the first of February that we went on shore for the
purpose of visiting the village. Although, as said before, we
entertained not the slightest suspicion, still no proper
precaution was neglected. Six men were left in the schooner, with
instructions to permit none of the savages to approach the vessel
during our absence, under any pretence whatever, and to remain
constantly on deck. The boarding-nettings were up, the guns
double-shotted with grape and canister, and the swivels loaded
with canisters of musket-balls. She lay, with her anchor apeak,
about a mile from the shore, and no canoe could approach her in
any direction without being distinctly seen and exposed to the
full fire of our swivels immediately.
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