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Adventure

Chapter 8 LOCAL COLOUR

Word Count: 1950    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

eldon told her that he ran the ketch all alone with a black crew from Malaita. And Romance lured and beckoned before Joan's eyes when she learned he was Christian Young, a Norfolk Islander, but a dir

bled him to run his ketch single-handed and to

omons. Fifteen boys had stolen rifles and run away into the bush from Lunga plantation, which was farther east on the Guadalcanal coast. And from the bush they had sent word that they were coming back to wipe out the three white men in charge, while

own from Port Adams. They landed in the night-time, and caught Oscar asleep. What they didn't steal they burn

e to abandon Ugi,

always raiding down that way, and you know what that Port Adams lot is. I've got a dog for you. Tommy Jones sent it up from Neal Island. He said he'd pro

times why you had no

them. They're always e

months ago," Young announced in his mild vo

rovo Lagoon?

les to the westward," Sheldon answer

Hanley's head back. He found it in one of the houses, where the niggers had it drying. And that's all the news I've got, except that there's a lot of new Lee-Enfields loose on the eastern end of Ysabel. Nobody knows how the natives got th

al, and just before Young lef

anage all alon

r for a moment before he replied, and then

e once in a while, but that must be expected. You must never let them think

had recruited on Lunga and died of dysentery. That meant that a white man's head was owing to Suu-any white man, it didn't matter who so long as they got the head. And Young was only a lad, and they made sure to get his easily. They decoyed his whale-boat ashore with a promise of recruits, and killed all hands. At the same instant, the Suu gang that was on board the Minerva jumped Young. He was just preparing a dynamite stick for f

down here," Joan said. "And it is colourful life, to say the least. The Solo

if ever there was a worse run of sickness than we were just getting over when you arrived. Just as luck would have it, the Jessie caught the contag

You'll pull through and come out the big end of the horn. The ill luck can't

the mountains, fever will be stamped out; everything will be far healthier. There wil

spite of all that," Joan reiterated. "The white man

is t

n slavery,"

he white men. The black labour is too wasteful, however, and in time Chinese or Indian coolies will be

blacks wil

d his shoulders

far nobler type than the Melanesian. The world i

unfit mus

o. The unfit

Satan at the moment when the bridge-building gang had started along the beach. Satan was big and black, short-haired and muscular, and weighed fully seventy pounds. He did not love the blacks. Tommy Jones had trained him well, tying him up daily for severa

from the veranda. "And what do

efore us to train him in to th

ans, too. Look out,

he tree-perches were unassailable, was

ely, and Satan, to every one's surprise, danced and

you, Mr. Sheldon. He didn't require any teaching to recognize the difference between a Tahitia

ok his head

explained. "He savvee me wear

or Resartus,'" Sheldon laughed, as he came

had been down to the Balesuna making an alligator trap, and, instead of trousers, were clad in lava-lavas that flapped grace

d with a grin that broadened

iron tanks which held the water collected from the roof

are! Run!"

s ground and w

at is what his name means,

n the lower jaw, and Satan described a half circle and was flung to the rear, turning over in the air and falling heavily on his back. Three times he leaped, a

right," Sheldon assured him. "T

is attention to the three house-boys, cornering Ornfiri in the kitchen and rushing him against the hot stove, stripping the lava-lava from Lalaperu

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