When the World Shook: Being an Account of the Great Adventure of Bastin, Bickley and ArbuthnotHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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When the World Shook: Being an Account of the Great Adventure of Bastin, Bickley and Arbuthnot
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Adventure stories; Science fiction
“We knew that you were coming,” said Marama. “Our doctors told us all
about you a moon ago. But we wish that you would come more gently, as
you nearly washed away our country.”
After looking at me Bickley replied:
“How thankful should you be that in our kindness we have spared you.”
“What do you come to do?” inquired Marama again. After the usual
formula of consulting me Bickley answered:
“We come to take that mountain (he meant lump) off your neck and make
you beautiful; also to cure all the sickness among your people.”
“And I come,” broke in Bastin, “to give you new hearts.”
These announcements evidently caused great excitement. After
consultation Marama answered:
“We do not want new hearts as the old ones are good, but we wish to be
rid of lumps and sicknesses. If you can do this we will make you gods
and worship you and give you many wives.” (Here Bastin held up his
hands in horror.) “When will you begin to take away the lumps?”
“To-morrow,” said Bickley. “But learn that if you try to harm us we
will bring another wave which will drown all your country.”
Nobody seemed to doubt our capacities in this direction, but one
inquiring spirit in a wicker crate did ask how it came about that if we
controlled the ocean we had arrived in half a canoe instead of a whole
one.
Bickley replied to the effect that it was because the gods always
travelled in half-canoes to show their higher nature, which seemed to
satisfy everyone. Then we announced that we had seen enough of them for
that day and would retire to think. Meanwhile we should be obliged if
they would build us a house and keep us supplied with whatever food
they had.
“Do the gods eat?” asked the sceptic again.
“That fellow is a confounded radical,” I whispered to Bickley. “Tell
him that they do when they come to Orofena.”
He did so, whereon the chief said:
“Would the gods like a nice young girl cooked?”
At this point Bastin retired down the path, realising that he had to do
with cannibals. We said that we preferred to look at the girls alive
and would meet them again to-morrow morning, when we hoped that the
house would be ready.
So our first interview with the inhabitants of Orofena came to an end,
on which we congratulated ourselves.
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