The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3 — John Shaqi
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
A scene of the most horrible butchery ensued. The bound seamen
were dragged to the gangway. Here the cook stood with an axe,
striking each victim on the head as he was forced over the side
of the vessel by the other mutineers. In this manner twenty-two
perished, and Augustus had given himself up for lost, expecting
every moment his own turn to come next. But it seemed that the
villains were now either weary, or in some measure disgusted with
their bloody labour; for the four remaining prisoners, together
with my friend, who had been thrown on the deck with the rest,
were respited while the mate sent below for rum, and the whole
murderous party held a drunken carouse, which lasted until
sunset. They now fell to disputing in regard to the fate of the
survivors, who lay not more than four paces off, and could
distinguish every word said. Upon some of the mutineers the
liquor appeared to have a softening effect, for several voices
were heard in favor of releasing the captives altogether, on
condition of joining the mutiny and sharing the profits. The
black cook, however (who in all respects was a perfect demon, and
who seemed to exert as much influence, if not more, than the mate
himself), would listen to no proposition of the kind, and rose
repeatedly for the purpose of resuming his work at the gangway.
Fortunately he was so far overcome by intoxication as to be
easily restrained by the less bloodthirsty of the party, among
whom was a line-manager, who went by the name of Dirk Peters.
This man was the son of an Indian squaw of the tribe of
Upsarokas, who live among the fastnesses of the Black Hills, near
the source of the Missouri. His father was a fur-trader, I
believe, or at least connected in some manner with the Indian
trading-posts on Lewis river. Peters himself was one of the most
ferocious-looking men I ever beheld. He was short in stature, not
more than four feet eight inches high, but his limbs were of
Herculean mould. His hands, especially, were so enormously thick
and broad as hardly to retain a human shape. His arms, as well as
legs, were bowed in the most singular manner, and appeared to
possess no flexibility whatever. His head was equally deformed,
being of immense size, with an indentation on the crown (like
that on the head of most negroes), and entirely bald. To conceal
this latter deficiency, which did not proceed from old age, he
usually wore a wig formed of any hair-like material which
presented itself—occasionally the skin of a Spanish dog or
American grizzly bear. At the time spoken of, he had on a portion
of one of these bearskins; and it added no little to the natural
ferocity of his countenance, which betook of the Upsaroka
character.
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