We, Niâbon, Tematau and myself, were undisturbed by any visitors
during the night, for the storm increased in violence, and, as daylight
approached, the clamour of the surf upon the reef was something
terrific. About four in the morning, however, there came such a
thunderous, sudden boom that the island seemed shaken to its coral
foundations, and Niâbon declared that the storm had broken.
“That is what the people of the Tokelau Islands call _O le fati le
galu_--the last great wave, that gathering itself together far out on
the ocean, rushes to the reef, and curling high up as the mast of a
ship, falls and shakes the land from one side to the other.”
The girl knew what she was talking about, for from that moment the fury
of the wind sensibly decreased, and half an hour later we were able
to open the door and gaze out upon the sea, still seething white with
broken, tumbling surf?
Walking down to my boat-house, I found that the boat herself was not
injured in any way, though most of the roof had been blown away. Then
feeling that my usual attack of ague was coming on, I returned to the
house, and found that Niâbon had made my coffee.
I drank it, and then wrapped myself up in a couple of blankets in
readiness for the first touch of that deadly, terrible chill which
seems to freeze the marrow in the bones of any one who is suffering
from malarial fever. Niâbon watched me gravely, and then came and stood
beside me.
“Mr. Sherry,” she said, this time speaking in English, “why don't you
let me give you some medicine to cure you of that fever? I _can_ cure
you.”
“I believe you can, Niâbon,” I replied; “you certainly mesmerised me
when I was at Krause's station that day, and I awakened feeling a lot
better.”
“What is 'mesmerise'?” she asked quickly.
“Sending any one to sleep, as you did me.”
“I can always do that,” she said simply, “and so could my mother.”
“Can you make me sleep now?”
“Not just now. Wait till the col' fit has gone. And then when you are
wake up I shall have some medicine ready for you, and then you shall
have no more fever.”
My attack of ague lasted about half an hour, and left me with the usual
splitting headache and aching bones. When I was able to turn myself, I
saw that Niâbon was seated beside Tematau dressing his lacerated back
with some preparation of crushed leaves. She heard me move, turned
her head, and smiled, and said she would be with me in a few moments.
Although my head was bursting with pain, I watched her with interest,
noting the tenderness with which her smooth, brown fingers touched her
companion's body. When she had finished she rose, carefully washed and
dried her shapely hands, and came over to me.
“Give me thy hand,” she said in the native dialect, as she knelt beside
my couch.
I gave her my left hand. She clasped it firmly but softly, and then the
fingers of her right hand gently pressed down my eyelids.
“Sleep, sleep long.”
As I felt the gentle pressure of her hand down my face, my throbbing
temples cooled, and in a minute, or even less, I sank into a dreamless
and profound slumber.
When I awakened it was past nine o'clock, and I found that my own two
native servants, who slept in the village, had prepared my breakfast,
and were seated beside Tematau, talking to him.
“Where is Niâbon?” I asked.
They told me that she had gone away in search of some plant, or plants,
with which to compound the medicine she was making for me. She returned
early in the forenoon, carrying a small basket in which I saw a coil of
the long creeping vine called '_At 'At_ by the natives, and which grows
only on the sandiest and most barren soil.
“Have you been sleep well, Mr. Sherry?” she inquired.
“Indeed I did sleep well,” I replied, “and, more than that, I have eaten
a better breakfast than I have for many weeks.”
She nodded and showed me the contents of her basket, and then seating
herself at the table, ate a small piece of ship biscuit and drank a cup
of coffee. It was then that I noticed for the first time that she was,
if not beautiful, a very handsome woman. Her face and hands were a
reddish brown, darkened the more by the sun, for I could see under the
thin muslin gown that she was wearing, that her arms and shoulders were
of a much lighter hue, and I felt sure that she had some white blood
in her veins. Her hair was, though somewhat coarse, yet long, wavy, and
luxuriant, and was coiled loosely about her shapely head, one thick fold
drooping over her left temple, and shading half of the smooth forehead
with its jet-black and gracefully arched eyebrows. This is as much as I
can say about her looks, and as regards her dress, that is easy
enough to describe. She invariably wore a loose muslin or print gown,
waistless, and fastened at the neck; underneath this was the ordinary
Samoan _lava lava_ or waist-cloth of navy blue calico. Her gown,
however, was better made, and of far better material than those worn
by the native women generally; in fact she and Mrs. Krause dressed much
alike, with the exception that the latter, of course, wore shoes,
and Niâbon's stockingless feet were protected only by rude sandals of
coco-nut fibre such as are still worn by the natives of the Tokelaus and
other isolated and low-lying islands of the Equatorial Pacific.
After making and smoking a cigarette she set about compounding my fever
mixture by first crushing up the coil of '_At 'At_ and then expressing
the thick colourless jelly it contained into the half of a coco-nut
shell, which she placed on some glowing embers, and fanned gently till
it began to give off steam. Then taking half a dozen ripe Chili berries,
she pounded them into a pulp between two stones, added them to the '_At
'At_, and stirred the mixture till it boiled.
“That is all, Simi,” she said, as she removed the shell from the fire,
and set it aside; “when it is cool enough to drink, you must take
one-fourth part; another when the sun is _tu'u tonu iluga_ (right
overhead), and the rest to-night.”
I thanked her, and promised to carry out her instructions, and then
said--
“Why do you talk to me in three different languages, Niâbon? I like to
hear you speak English best, you speak it so prettily.”
Not the ghost of a smile crossed her face, and she replied in Samoan
that she did not care to speak English to any one who understood Samoan,
or indeed any other native language. “I am a native woman,” she added
somewhat abruptly, “and English cometh hard to my tongue.”
I said nothing further on the subject, fearing I might vex her, although
I felt pretty sure that she was _not_ a full-blooded native. However,
I had no right to worry her with questions, and if she preferred to be
thought a native it was no business of mine.
As soon as my medicine had cooled a little, I took my first dose. It
tasted like Hades boiled down, and made me gasp for breath. Then Niàbon
bade me wrap myself up in all the rugs and blankets I could procure,
and undergo a good perspiration, assuring me that I should have no more
attacks of the dreaded ague after the second dose. Calling one of my
native servants, a big hulking native named Tepi, to come and roll me up
presently, I first went over to Tematau, and asked him how he was doing,
and as I stooped down to examine his head, and see if the dressing was
all right, a heavy booted footstep sounded outside, and Krause walked
in.
One look at his face showed me that he was labouring with suppressed
passion, though trying hard to conceal it.
“Good morning,” I said without advancing to him; “take that chair over
there, please. I just want to look at this fellow's head for a moment.”
He stalked over to the chair I indicated and sat down, and a sudden
spasm of rage distorted his face when he saw Niâbon. She was seated at
the further end of the room, her chin resting on her hand, and looking
at him so steadily and fixedly that he could not but have resented her
gaze, even if his mind were undisturbed by passion. Tematau, too,
turned his head, and shot his master a glance of such deadly fury that I
murmured to him to keep quiet. I rapidly revolved in my mind what course
to pursue with our visitor, who, though I could not see his face, was, I
felt, watching my every movement.
“That will do,” I said to my patient in the island dialect, which Krause
understood and spoke thoroughly; “lie down again. In a few days thou
wilt be able to walk.”
“By God, he's going to walk _now_,” said Krause, rising suddenly, and
speaking in a low, trembling tone. I motioned to him to sit down again.
He shook his head and remained standing, his brawny hand grasping the
back of the chair to steady himself, for every nerve in his body was
quivering with excitement.
“What is the matter, Mr. Krause?” I said coldly, though I was hot enough
against him, for he was armed with a brace of navy revolvers, belted
around his waist. “Won't you sit down?”
“No, I won't sit down,” he answered rudely.
“Very well, then, stand,” I said, seating myself near him.
Then I pointed to the pistols in his belt. “Mr. Krause, before you tell
me the business which has brought you here, I should like to know why
you enter my house carrying arms? It is a most extraordinary thing that
one white man should call on another armed with a brace of pistols,
especially when the island is quiet, and white men's lives are as safe
here as they would be in London or Berlin.”
“I brought my pistols with me because I thought I might have trouble
with the natives over that fellow there,” he said sullenly, pointing to
Tematau.
“Then you might have left them outside; I object most strongly to any
one marching into my house in the manner you have done.”
He unbuckled his belt, and with a contemptuous gesture threw the whole
lot outside the door.
“Thank you, Mr. Krause,” I said, “I feel more at ease now, so will you
kindly tell me the object of your visit?”
“I've come to get that swine Tematau. I pay him. He is my man. I shall
tolerate no interference. I shall take him back to Taritai” (the name
of the village where he lived) “if I have to fight my way out of this
village of yours and kill fifty of your niggers.”
“Steady yourself, Mr. Krause, and don't say 'your niggers' so
emphatically. In the first place I have but two native servants, not
fifty, but either of those two would very much resent your calling him a
'nigger.' You know as well as I do that to call a native of this island,
or of any other island of the group, a nigger, is so grossly insulting
that his knife would be out in an instant.”
“Ah, you and I have different ideas on the subject,” he said sneeringly;
“but that does not matter to me at the moment. My paid servant has
absconded from my service, and I have come to get him. That is plain
enough, isn't it?”
“Quite. But I am an Englishman, Mr. Krause, and not to be easily bluffed
because a man comes stamping into my house with a brace of pistols in
his belt.”
“I did not come here to argue. I came here for that nigger--my
property.”
“Your _property!_ Is the man a slave? Now, look here, Mr. Krause; you
have used the man so brutally that he is unable to stand on his feet. He
and the girl----”
“I don't want the girl, and I daresay you do,” he said, with a sneering
laugh that made me long to haul off and hit the fellow between the eyes;
“she's a nuisance, and if I ever again see her prowling about my house
and practising her infernal fooleries on my wife, I'll put a bullet
through her. But the man I _will_ have.”
“Stop!” I cried warningly, as he took a step toward the sick man, “stop,
before you run yourself into mischief. Listen to me. I have but to raise
my hand and call, and you will find yourself trussed up fore and aft to
a pole like a pig, and carried back to your village.”
“Out of my way,” he shouted hoarsely, as with blazing eyes he tried to
thrust me aside.
“Back, man, back!” I cried. “Are you mad? The natives here will kill you
if you attempt to force----”
“And I'll kill you, you meddlesome English hog,” he said through his set
teeth, and, before I could guard, his right hand shot out and grasped
me by the throat, and he literally swung me off my feet and dashed me
against the centre posts of the house with such violence that I went
down in a heap.
[Illustration: Hand shot out and grasped me by the throat 054]
When I came to a few minutes afterwards, Tepi was supporting me on his
knees, and Niâbon was putting some brandy to my lips. The house was
full of natives, who were speaking in suppressed but excited tones. I
swallowed the brandy, and then, as Tepi helped me to rise, the natives
silently parted to right and left, and I saw something that, half-dazed
as I was, filled me with horror.
Krause lay on his back in the centre of the room, his white duck clothes
saturated with blood, which was still welling from three or four wounds
in his deep, broad chest. I went over to him. He was dead.
[Illustration: Krause lay on his back in the centre of the room 058]
“Who hath done this?” I asked.
“I, master,” and Tematau placed an ensanguined hand on mine.
“And I,” said a softer voice, and Niâbon's eyes met mine calmly.
“Tematau and I together each stabbed him twice.”
As soon as I was able to pull myself together, I desired all the natives
but three of the head men to leave, and then, after the unfortunate
German's body was covered from view by a large mat, I asked the
principal man of the village to tell me what he knew of the tragedy.
“I know nothing,” was his reply. “Niâbon can tell thee.”
Niâbon, in response to my inquiring glance--I was shaking from head to
foot as I looked at her, but her calm, quiet eyes as she looked into
mine restored my nerve--spoke clearly.
“The German dashed thee against the centre posts of the house, Simi.
Then he drew a little pistol from his breast and shot at me, and the
bullet struck me on the neck. See,” and she showed us a still bleeding
score on the right side of her neck, where a Derringer bullet had cut
through the flesh. “And then he sprang at Tematau, but Tematau was
on his feet and met him and stabbed him twice; and, as he fell I too
stabbed him in the breast.”
“This is an evil day for me,” I said to the three head men, “and I fear
it will prove an evil day to the people of this village, for the wife
of the man who lies there told me that a ship of war of his country was
soon to be here at this island. And how shall we account for his death?”
Niâbon bent forward and spoke--
“Have no fear, Simi. Neither thou, nor Tematau, nor the people of this
village, nor I, shall come to any harm from the German fighting-ship.
For when it comes thou and I, and Tematau, and Tepi, who know of the
blood let out this day upon the floor of thy house, will be far away.
And when the captain of the fighting-ship questioneth, and sayeth to the
people, 'Where is my countryman?' the people will shake their heads and
say, 'We know not. He and his wife, and the Englishman, and Tepi, and
Tematau, and the witch woman Niâbon have gone. They have sailed away to
beyond the rim of the sea and the sky--we know not whither.”
I listened with all my faculties wide awake, and yet with a strange
sense of helplessness overpowering me. Then Niâbon made a swift gesture
to the head men. They rose, and lifting the huge body of Krause, carried
it away.
She came to me and pressed her hand on my forehead.
“You are tired,” she said in English. “Lie down.”
She took my hand and led me to my couch beside the window and then bent
over me.
“Sleep, sleep long. For now the time is near and thou must have
strength.”