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
Seeing this, the savages on the rafts got the better of their
fears, and came up in shoals to the plunder. In five minutes the
Jane was a pitiable scene indeed of havoc and tumultuous outrage.
The decks were split open and ripped up; the cordage, sails, and
everything movable on deck demolished as if by magic, while, by
dint of pushing at the stern, towing with the canoes, and hauling
at the sides, as they swam in thousands around the vessel, the
wretches finally forced her on shore (the cable having been
slipped), and delivered her over to the good offices of Too-wit,
who, during the whole of the engagement, had maintained, like a
skilful general, his post of security and reconnaissance among
the hills, but, now that the victory was completed to his
satisfaction, condescended to scamper down with his warriors of
the black skin, and become a partaker in the spoils.
Too-wit’s descent left us at liberty to quit our hiding place and
reconnoitre the hill in the vicinity of the chasm. At about fifty
yards from the mouth of it we saw a small spring of water, at
which we slaked the burning thirst that now consumed us. Not far
from the spring we discovered several of the filbert-bushes which
I mentioned before. Upon tasting the nuts we found them
palatable, and very nearly resembling in flavour the common
English filbert. We collected our hats full immediately,
deposited them within the ravine, and returned for more. While we
were busily employed in gathering these, a rustling in the bushes
alarmed us, and we were upon the point of stealing back to our
covert, when a large black bird of the bittern species
strugglingly and slowly arose above the shrubs. I was so much
startled that I could do nothing, but Peters had sufficient
presence of mind to run up to it before it could make its escape,
and seize it by the neck. Its struggles and screams were
tremendous, and we had thoughts of letting it go, lest the noise
should alarm some of the savages who might be still lurking in
the neighbourhood. A stab with a bowie knife, however, at length
brought it to the ground, and we dragged it into the ravine,
congratulating ourselves that, at all events, we had thus
obtained a supply of food enough to last us for a week.
We now went out again to look about us, and ventured a
considerable distance down the southern declivity of the hill,
but met with nothing else which could serve us for food. We
therefore collected a quantity of dry wood and returned, seeing
one or two large parties of the natives on their way to the
village, laden with the plunder of the vessel, and who, we were
apprehensive, might discover us in passing beneath the hill.
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