the red one(红色的那人)-第26部分
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blackbird labour from the west South Pacific and the Coral Sea to the
plantations of Hawaii and the nitrate mines of Chili … 〃
〃It was you who cleaned out the entire population of … 〃 Fatty exploded；
ere he could check his speech。
The one hand of Bruce Cadogan Cavendish flashed pocketward and
flashed back with the quoit balanced ripe for business。
〃Proceed；〃 Fatty sighed。 〃I 。 。 。 I have quite forgotten what I was
going to say。〃
〃Beastly funny country over that way；〃 the narrator drawled with
perfect casualness。 〃You've read this Sea Wolf stuff … 〃
〃You weren't the Sea Wolf；〃 Whiskers broke in with involuntary
positiveness。
〃No； sir；〃 was the snarling answer。 〃The Sea Wolf's dead； isn't he？
And I'm still alive； aren't I？〃
〃Of course； of course；〃 Whiskers conceded。 〃He suffocated head…
first in the mud off a wharf in Victoria a couple of years back。〃
〃As I was saying … and I don't like interruptions；〃 Bruce Cadogan
Cavendish proceeded； 〃it's a beastly funny country over that way。 I was at
Taki…Tiki； a low island that politically belongs to the Solomons； but that
geologically doesn't at all； for the Solomons are high islands。
Ethnographically it belongs to Polynesia； Melanesia； and Micronesia；
because all the breeds of the South Pacific have gravitated to it by canoe…
drift and intricately； degeneratively； and amazingly interbred。 The scum
of the scrapings of the bottom of the human pit； biologically speaking；
resides in Taka…Tiki。 And I know the bottom and whereof I speak。
〃It was a beastly funny time of it I had； diving out shell； fishing beche…
de…mer； trading hoop…iron and hatchets for copra and ivory… nuts； running
niggers and all the rest of it。 Why； even in Fiji the Lotu was having a
hard time of it and the chiefs still eating long…pig。 To the westward it
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was fierce … funny little black kinky…heads； man…eaters the last Jack of
them； and the jackpot fat and spilling over with wealth … 〃
〃Jack…pots？〃 Fatty queried。 At sight of an irritable movement； he
added： 〃You see； I never got over to the West like Delarouse and you。〃
〃They're all head…hunters。 Heads are valuable； especially a white
man's head。 They decorate the canoe…houses and devil…devil houses with
them。 Each village runs a jack…pot； and everybody antes。 Whoever
brings in a white man's head takes the pot。 If there aren't openers for a
long time； the pot grows to tremendous proportions。 Beastly funny； isn't
it？
〃I know。 Didn't a Holland mate die on me of blackwater？ And
didn't I win a pot myself？ It was this way。 We were lying at Lango…lui
at the time。 I never let on； and arranged the affair with Johnny； my boat…
steerer。 He was a kinky…head himself from Port Moresby。 He cut the
dead mate's head off and sneaked ashore in the might； while I whanged
away with my rifle as if I were trying to get him。 He opened the pot with
the mate's head； and got it； too。 Of course； next day I sent in a landing
boat； with two covering boats； and fetched him off with the loot。〃
〃How big was the pot？〃 Whiskers asked。 〃I heard of a pot at Orla
worth eighty quid。〃
〃To commence with；〃 Slim answered； 〃there were forty fat pigs； each
worth a fathom of prime shell…money； and shell…money worth a quid a
fathom。 That was two hundred dollars right there。 There were ninety…
eight fathoms of shell…money； which is pretty close to five hundred in
itself。 And there were twenty…two gold sovereigns。 I split it four ways：
one…fourth to Johnny； one…fourth to the ship； one…fourth to me as owner；
and one…fourth to me as skipper。 Johnny never complained。 He'd never
had so much wealth all at one time in his life。 Besides； I gave him a
couple of the mate's old shirts。 And I fancy the mate's head is still there
decorating the canoe… house。〃
〃Not exactly Christian burial of a Christian；〃 Whiskers observed。
〃But a lucrative burial；〃 Slim retorted。 〃I had to feed the rest of the
mate over…side to the sharks for nothing。 Think of feeding an eight…
hundred…dollar head along with it。 It would have been criminal waste
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and stark lunacy。
〃Well； anyway； it was all beastly funny； over there to the westward。
And； without telling you the scrape I got into at Taki… Tiki； except that I
sailed away with two hundred kinky…heads for Queensland labour； and for
my manner of collecting them had two British ships of war combing the
Pacific for me； I changed my course and ran to the westward thinking to
dispose of the lot to the Spanish plantations on Bangar。
〃Typhoon season。 We caught it。 The MERRY MIST was my
schooner's name； and I had thought she was stoutly built until she hit that
typhoon。 I never saw such seas。 They pounded that stout craft to pieces；
literally so。 The sticks were jerked out of her； deckhouses splintered to
match…wood； rails ripped off； and； after the worst had passed； the covering
boards began to go。 We just managed to repair what was left of one boat
and keep the schooner afloat only till the sea went down barely enough to
get away。 And we outfitted that boat in a hurry。 The carpenter and I
were the last； and we had to jump for it as he went down。 There were
only four of us … 〃
〃Lost all the niggers？〃 Whiskers inquired。
〃Some of them swam for some time；〃 Slim replied。 〃But I don't
fancy they made the land。 We were ten days' in doing it。 And we had a
spanking breeze most of the way。 And what do you think we had in the
boat with us？ Cases of square…face gin and cases of dynamite。 Funny；
wasn't it？ Well； it got funnier later on。 Oh； there was a small beaker of
water； a little salt horse； and some salt…water…soaked sea biscuit … enough
to keep us alive to Tagalag。
〃Now Tagalag is the disappointingest island I've ever beheld。 It
shows up out of the sea so as you can make its fall twenty miles off。 It is
a volcano cone thrust up out of deep sea； with a segment of the crater wall
broken out。 This gives sea entrance to the crater itself； and makes a fine
sheltered harbour。 And that's all。 Nothing lives there。 The outside and
the inside of the crater are too steep。 At one place； inside； is a patch of
about a thousand coconut palms。 And that's all； as I said； saving a few
insects。 No four…legged thing； even a rat； inhabits the place。 And it's
funny； most awful funny； with all those coconuts； not even a coconut crab。
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The only meat…food living was schools of mullet in the harbour … fattest；
finest； biggest mullet I ever laid eyes on。
〃And the four of us landed on the little beach and set up housekeeping
among the coconuts with a larder full of dynamite and square…face。 Why
don't you laugh？ It's funny； I tell you。 Try it some time。 … Holland gin
and straight coconut diet。 I've never been able to look a confectioner's
window in the face since。 Now I'm not strong on religion like Chauncey
Delarouse there； but I have some primitive ideas； and my concept of hell is
an illimitable coconut plantation； stocked with cases of square…face and
populated by ship…wrecked mariners。 Funny？ It must make the devil
scream。
〃You know； straight coconut is what the agriculturists call an
unbalanced ration。 It certainly unbalanced our digestions。 We got so
that whenever hunger took an extra bite at us； we took another drink of gin。
After a couple of weeks of it； Olaf； a squarehead sailor； got an idea。 It
came when he was full of gin； and we； being in the same fix； just watched
him shove a cap and short fuse into a stick of dynamite and stroll down
toward the boat。
〃It dawned on me that he was going to shoot fish if there were any
about； but the sun was beastly hot； and I just reclined there and hoped he'd
have luck。
〃About half an hour after he disappeared we heard the explosion。 But
he didn't come back。 We waited till the cool of sunset； and down on the
beach found what had become of him。 The boat was there all right；
grounded by the prevailing breeze； but there was no Olaf。 He would
never have to eat coconut again。 We went back； shakier than ever； and
cracked another square…face。
〃The
