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south sea tales(南海传说)-第24章

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warrior presents a white man's head; fresh and gory; and claims the pot。 

     All the foregoing is quite true; and yet there are white men who have 

lived in the Solomons a score of years and who feel homesick when they 

go away from them。 A man needs only to be careful and luckyto live a 

long time in the Solomons; but he must also be of the right sort。 He must 

have the hallmark of the inevitable white man stamped upon his soul。 He 

must be inevitable。 He must have a certain grand carelessness of odds; a 

certain colossal self…satisfaction; and a racial egotism that convinces him 

that one white is better than a thousand niggers every day in the week; and 

that on Sunday he is able to clean out two thousand niggers。 For such are 

the   things   that   have   made   the   white   man   inevitable。   Oh;   and   one   other 

thingthe white man who wishes to be inevitable; must not merely despise 

the lesser breeds and think a lot of himself; he must also fail to be too long 

on imagination。   He   must   not   understand   too   well   the   instincts;   customs; 

and mental processes of the blacks; the yellows; and the browns; for it is 



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not in such fashion that the white race has tramped its royal road around 

the world。 

     Bertie Arkwright was not inevitable。 He was too sensitive; too finely 

strung; and he possessed too much imagination。 The world was too much 

with    him。   He   projected     himself   too   quiveringly   into    his  environment。 

Therefore; the last place in the world for him to come was the Solomons。 

He   did   not   come;   expecting   to   stay。   A   five   weeks'   stop…over   between 

steamers;     he   decided;    would     satisfy  the   call  of   the  primitive    he   felt 

thrumming the strings of his being。 At least; so he told the lady tourists on 

the MAKEMBO; though in different terms; and they worshipped him as a 

hero; for they were lady tourists and they would know only the safety of 

the steamer's deck as she threaded her way through the Solomons。 

     There was another man on board; of whom the ladies took no notice。 

He was a little shriveled wisp of a man; with a withered skin the color of 

mahogany。 His name on the passenger list does not matter; but his other 

name; Captain Malu; was a name for niggers to conjure with; and to scare 

naughty   pickaninnies   to   righteousness   from   New   Hanover   to   the   New 

Hebrides。      He   had   farmed     savages    and   savagery;    and    from   fever   and 

hardship; the crack of Sniders and the lash of the overseers; had wrested 

five millions of money in the form of b 坈 he…de…mer; sandalwood; pearl… 

shell   and   turtle…shell;   ivory   nuts   and   copra;   grasslands;   trading   stations; 

and plantations。 Captain Malu's little finger; which was broken; had more 

inevitableness   in   it   than   Bertie Arkwright's   whole   carcass。   But   then;   the 

lady tourists had nothing by which to judge save appearances; and Bertie 

certainly was a fine…looking man。 

     Bertie   talked   with   Captain   Malu   in   the   smoking   room;   confiding   to 

him his intention of seeing life red and bleeding in the Solomons。 Captain 

Malu   agreed   that   the   intention   was   ambitious   and   honorable。   It   was   not 

until   several   days   later   that   he   became   interested   in   Bertie;   when   that 

young adventurer insisted on showing him an automatic 44…caliber pistol。 

Bertie   explained   the   mechanism   and   demonstrated   by   slipping   a   loaded 

magazine up the hollow butt。 

     〃It is so simple;〃 he said。 He shot the outer barrel back along the inner 

one。 〃That loads it and cocks it; you see。 And then all I have to do is pull 



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the trigger; eight times; as fast as I can quiver my finger。 See that safety 

clutch。 That's what I like about it。 It is safe。 It is positively fool…proof。〃 He 

slipped out the magazine。 〃You see how safe it is。〃 

     As he held it in his hand; the muzzle came in line with Captain Malu's 

stomach。 Captain Malu's blue eyes looked at it unswervingly。 

     〃Would you mind pointing it in some other direction?〃 he asked。 

     〃It's perfectly safe;〃 Bertie assured him。 〃I withdrew the magazine。 It's 

not loaded now; you know。〃 

     〃A gun is always loaded。〃 

     〃But this one isn't。〃 

     〃Turn it away just the same。〃 

     Captain Malu's voice was flat and metallic and low; but his eyes never 

left the muzzle until the line of it was drawn past him and away from him。 

     〃I'll bet a fiver it isn't loaded;〃 Bertie proposed warmly。 

     The other shook his head。 

     〃Then I'll show you。〃 

     Bertie   started   to   put   the   muzzle   to   his   own   temple   with   the   evident 

intention of pulling the trigger。 

     〃Just a second;〃 Captain Malu said quietly; reaching out his hand。 〃Let 

me look at it。〃 

     He    pointed    it  seaward    and   pulled   the  trigger。   A   heavy   explosion 

followed; instantaneous with the sharp click of the mechanism that flipped 

a hot and smoking cartridge sidewise along the deck。 

     Bertie's jaw dropped in amazement。 

     〃I slipped the barrel back once; didn't I?〃 he explained。 It was silly of 

me; I must say。〃 

     He giggled flabbily; and sat down in a steamer chair。 The blood   had 

ebbed   from   his   face;   exposing   dark   circles   under   his   eyes。  His   hands 

were trembling and unable to guide the shaking cigarette to his lips。 The 

world was too much   with him; and he saw himself with dripping   brains 

prone upon the deck 

     〃Really;〃 he said; 〃。 。 。 really。〃 

     〃It's a pretty weapon;〃 said Captain Malu; returning the automatic to 

him。 



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     The     Commissioner        was    on   board    the   Makembo;       returning     from 

Sydney;      and   by   his   permission      a  stop   was    made    at  Ugi    to  land    a 

missionary。   And   at   Ugi   lay   the   ketch   ARLA;   Captain   Hansen;   skipper。 

Now the Arla was one of many vessels owned by Captain Malu; and it was 

at his suggestion and by his invitation that Bertie went aboard the Arla as 

guest for a four days' recruiting cruise on the coast of Malaita。 Thereafter 

the ARLA would drop him at Reminge Plantation (also owned by Captain 

Malu);   where   Bertie   could   remain   for   a   week;   and   then   be   sent   over   to 

Tulagi;      the    seat   of    government;       where      he    would     become       the 

Commissioner's         guest。    Captain    Malu     was    responsible     for   two   other 

suggestions;  which   given;  he disappears   from  this   narrative。  One  was   to 

Captain      Hansen;     the   other    to  Mr。    Harriwell;     manager      of   Reminge 

Plantation。   Both   suggestions   were   similar   in   tenor;   namely;   to   give   Mr。 

Bertram Arkwright an insight into the rawness and redness of life in the 

Solomons。 Also; it is whispered that Captain Malu mentioned that a case 

of Scotch would be coincidental with any particularly gorgeous insight Mr。 

Arkwright                                                                               might 

receive。          。    。     。    。    。     。    。     。    。     。    。     。 

     〃Yes; Swartz always was too pig…headed。 You see; he took four of his 

boat's   crew   to   Tulagi   to   be   floggedofficially;   you   knowthen   started 

back     with   them   in   the   whaleboat。   It   was   pretty   squally;   and   the  boat 

capsized just outside。 Swartz was the only one drowned。 Of course; it was 

an accident。〃 

     〃Was it? Really?〃 Bertie asked; only half…interested; staring hard at the 

black man at the wheel。 

     Ugi   had   dropped   astern;   and   the ARLA  was   sliding   along   through   a 

summer sea toward the wooded ranges of Malaita。 The helmsman who so 

attracted Bertie's eyes sported a ten penny nail; stuck skewerwise through 

his   nose。  About   his   neck   was   a   string   of   pants   buttons。   Thrust   through 

holes in his ears were a can opener; the broken handle of a toothbrush; a 

clay pipe; the brass wheel of an alarm clock; and several Winchester rifle 

cartridges。 

     On his chest; suspended from around his neck hung the half of a china 

plate。 Some forty similarly appareled blacks lay about the deck; fifteen of 



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which were boat's crew; the remainder being fresh labor recruits。 

     〃Of course it w
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