Twelve Stories and a DreamWells, H. G. (Herbert George)
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Twelve Stories and a Dream
Wells, H. G. (Herbert George)
Science fiction, English; Short stories
He was picked up in the course of three days by a negro fisherman
and taken to St. Vincent's, and from St. Vincent's he got, by the
expenditure of his last coins, to Kingston, in Jamaica. And there he
might have foundered. Even nowadays he is not a man of affairs, and then
he was a singularly helpless person. He had not the remotest idea what
he ought to do. The only thing he seems to have done was to visit all
the ministers of religion he could find in the place to borrow a passage
home. But he was much too dirty and incoherent--and his story far
too incredible for them. I met him quite by chance. It was close upon
sunset, and I was walking out after my siesta on the road to Dunn's
Battery, when I met him--I was rather bored, and with a whole evening
on my hands--luckily for him. He was trudging dismally towards the
town. His woebegone face and the quasi-clerical cut of his dust-stained,
filthy costume caught my humour. Our eyes met. He hesitated. “Sir,” he
said, with a catching of the breath, “could you spare a few minutes for
what I fear will seem an incredible story?”
“Incredible!” I said.
“Quite,” he answered eagerly. “No one will believe it, alter it though I
may. Yet I can assure you, sir--”
He stopped hopelessly. The man's tone tickled me. He seemed an odd
character. “I am,” he said, “one of the most unfortunate beings alive.”
“Among other things, you haven't dined?” I said, struck with an idea.
“I have not,” he said solemnly, “for many days.”
“You'll tell it better after that,” I said; and without more ado led the
way to a low place I knew, where such a costume as his was unlikely to
give offence. And there--with certain omissions which he subsequently
supplied--I got his story. At first I was incredulous, but as the wine
warmed him, and the faint suggestion of cringing which his misfortunes
had added to his manner disappeared, I began to believe. At last, I was
so far convinced of his sincerity that I got him a bed for the night,
and next day verified the banker's reference he gave me through my
Jamaica banker. And that done, I took him shopping for underwear
and such like equipments of a gentleman at large. Presently came the
verified reference. His astonishing story was true. I will not amplify
our subsequent proceedings. He started for England in three days' time.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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