There She Blows! Or, The Log of the ArethusaMacy, William Hussey
General
There She Blows! Or, The Log of the Arethusa
Macy, William Hussey
Sea stories; Whaling -- Fiction
I relied upon his judgment. Indeed this was the safer course for us,
for, as soon as we gained the summit of the rocky bluff, or spur, which
rose in our path, we should have the ship in sight, and could shape
our course with some certainty. We pushed on at a jog-trot now, not
daring yet to break into a run, and wishing to reserve our strength for
the time when we should be obliged to climb the rocks. We had nearly
reached the foot of the cliff when Peter suddenly said to me, "Look!
he come!" I turned my head, and saw that we had no time to lose. The
savages were starting in pursuit, and the party who were determined on
our captivity appeared to be now in the ascendancy, as we knew by the
proud bearing of their leader and chief-spokesman, a tall, athletic
chief, who, with his highly polished lance poised in air was striding
in advance of all the rest. Loud yells rose from the throats of the
party, as they beckoned for us to halt, and come back; but neither
I nor my Kanaka shipmate could see the propriety of again placing
ourselves voluntarily at their mercy, now that we had so much the start
in the race.
"Now," said Peter as we reached the end of the beach, "keep close
togedder. We go up rock--go alongside of it--keep near water."
We sprang up the hill, and followed round the face of the bluff, making
sometimes rapid progress for a minute or two and then obliged to ascend
and descend and pass places where there was but little foothold.
Our pursuers, seeing themselves cheated of their prey, redoubled
their efforts to overtake us; and I had the satisfaction of knowing
that they were especially anxious to capture _me_; as being a white
man, and withal a petty officer, they could demand a high ransom. I
was determined they should have no easy task of it, and I could see
that the Hawaian was equally resolved not to be taken without making
a desperate fight. Our zigzag route had carried us gradually upward
till we were now some three hundred feet above the sea, and had got
among bushes which grew thickly in some spots; while here and there a
stunted cocoanut-tree forced itself up, seeming to grow almost from
a foundation of rocks. I looked round to survey the situation. The
greater number of the yelling devils had halted at the base of the
cliff, and with loud cries were urging on a few of the fastest and
strongest, who still continued the chase. The tall chief was still
further in the lead than before, having distanced all others, and it
was plain that he was rapidly gaining. I could see his lance gleam
in the sunshine, and this was the weapon I most feared. The man next
in rear of him was armed with a musket, but I gave myself little
uneasiness about their fire-arms, as I held the quality of both guns
and marksmen in contempt.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account