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
The canoe was modelled with the bow and stern alike, and, in
place of turning it around, we merely changed our position in
paddling. As soon as the savages perceived this they redoubled
their yells, as well as their speed, and approached with
inconceivable rapidity. We pulled, however, with all the energy
of desperation, and arrived at the contested point before more
than one of the natives had attained it. This man paid dearly for
his superior agility, Peters shooting him through the head with a
pistol as he approached the shore. The foremost among the rest of
his party were probably some twenty or thirty paces distant as we
seized upon the canoe. We at first endeavored to pull her into
the deep water, beyond the reach of the savages, but, finding her
too firmly aground, and there being no time to spare, Peters,
with one or two heavy strokes from the butt of the musket,
succeeded in dashing out a large portion of the bow and of one
side. We then pushed off. Two of the natives by this time had got
hold of our boat, obstinately refusing to let go, until we were
forced to despatch them with our knives. We were now clear off,
and making great way out to sea. The main body of the savages,
upon reaching the broken canoe, set up the most tremendous yell
of rage and disappointment conceivable. In truth, from everything
I could see of these wretches, they appeared to be the most
wicked, hypocritical, vindictive, bloodthirsty, and altogether
fiendish race of men upon the face of the globe. It is clear we
should have had no mercy had we fallen into their hands. They
made a mad attempt at following us in the fractured canoe, but,
finding it useless, again vented their rage in a series of
hideous vociferations, and rushed up into the hills.
We were thus relieved from immediate danger, but our situation
was still sufficiently gloomy. We knew that four canoes of the
kind we had were at one time in the possession of the savages,
and were not aware of the fact (afterward ascertained from our
captive) that two of these had been blown to pieces in the
explosion of the _Jane Guy._We calculated, therefore, upon being
yet pursued, as soon as our enemies could get round to the bay
(distant about three miles) where the boats were usually laid up.
Fearing this, we made every exertion to leave the island behind
us, and went rapidly through the water, forcing the prisoner to
take a paddle. In about half an hour, when we had gained probably
five or six miles to the southward, a large fleet of the
flat-bottomed canoes or rafts were seen to emerge from the bay
evidently with the design of pursuit. Presently they put back,
despairing to overtake us.
CHAPTER 25
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