HYPNOTISM ON SAVAGES
All those with the Chief's party, approached the table, upon which the
executioner mounted the rock, and stood there, as though inviting the
admiration of the crowd.
John spoke a few words to Uraso, and the latter addressed the Chief as
follows: "The White Chief says that to offer these men as a sacrifice
will be against the wishes of the Great Spirit, if they are destroyed by
the weapon which is now in the hands of the one on the rock."
The Chief quickly turned. "What would the White Chief have me do? I
cannot free these culprits, because it is the law that they shall die in
place of those who are appointed to be the victims."
"The White Chief does not ask for their lives, but only that the manner
of their death shall be changed."
"That shall be done. What is the White Chief's wish?"
"He will be the executioner."
The Chief threw his arms around Uraso's neck, in raptures of joy, and
turning to the man on the table, ordered him to descend. John quietly
conferred with Uraso, and the latter mounted the table, and the
prisoners were led up until they faced him.
Uraso, addressing them, said: "You have been condemned by your Chief to
die because you have deceived his people and brought sorrow on all. The
Great White Chief has seen the misery you have caused by allowing the
Korinos to escape, and you must now take their places as the victims to
appease the Great Spirit.
"The White Chief has asked to be permitted to offer you up as sacrifices
to his God, as well, and the White Man's death is a terrible one. When
you die it will not cause you to go out of the world forgetting all that
you may suffer, but you will always know and suffer through all time,
and you will never know a day that is free from misery.
"Your dying will be like a thousand deaths, and your living hours will
be like fire that always burns and never consumes."
Thus Uraso went on, and as he spoke the poor victims' eyes grew greater
and greater, and the terror more pronounced. He ceased for a moment and
John slowly walked to the table, and mounting it, said quietly to Uraso:
"Tell them that when I raise my hands over my head the ends of their
living death will begin."
When this was imparted, the agony on their faces was pitiful to see.
John advanced, and spread out his palms toward them, and quickly drew
his hands toward him, and this was repeated three times.
It is a curious thing that most savages believe in the mysticism of some
particular number. In Africa some tribes, if they hear an animal cry
four times, will brave any danger, as it is a sign that the bird has
knowledge of safety to his person.
Others watch with great care the repetition of an insect's call, and
particularly the number of times an unusual noise occurs, and the belief
is somewhat analogous to the views which white people have about the
cricket. Milton, Byron, Southey, and Dickens have written stories about
them, so it is not to be wondered at that the poor benighted savages
should have some belief about such things.
After the rites at the tree in the forest, it was evident that three was
the cryptic, or mysterious number, and John used it on this occasion,
for in all the peculiar signs that he had previously employed, three was
the number that impressed itself on the minds of the people, and it
doubtless had its effect on the condemned.
Slowly John moved from side to side, and he now saw the intense
expression, as their eyes followed his every motion. His motions grew
less and less rapid; he moved toward them, and then suddenly retreated,
and through all these evolutions the three men's faces became more and
more tense, and finally the muscles of their faces relaxed, their eyes
stared with a blank expression, and the motions of John almost ceased.
The boys looked about them. They, too, had a spell woven about them
which they could not understand. It was the most remarkable feeling they
had ever experienced. The multitude did not stir a limb. The Chief was
rigid, his face colorless, lips parted, and eyes fixed at what he saw
before him.
Suddenly, John sprang forward, and raised both arms high above his head,
and instantly the three men fell back and lay rigid, full length on the
rock. John turned, but while there were forms before him, there was no
sound. Hundreds of eyes gazed, but they stared mutely.
"I feel awfully funny," said Harry.
"Do you know what John has been doing?" asked George.
"I know; he has hypnotized the men!"
"Yes; and everybody else!"
When John turned, he waved his hand, the audience relaxed its tension,
and witnessed the death (?) of the three men, an act performed by the
White Chief without having touched them. The Chief slowly walked
forward, and Uraso led him to the platform, while John pointed to the
mute victims.
John motioned to Uraso to raise the first man by lifting his feet while
he grasped the shoulders, and when the body was lifted up it was
perfectly rigid. The same exhibition was performed with the two others.
That they were dead, was apparent to the Chief and the people.
The people surged to and fro. John was a Korino now, in the eyes of the
people. When the people pressed forward John spoke to Uraso, and he
turned to the people.
"The White Chief says that there will be no more sacrifices, because the
Great Spirit wills it otherwise. The Korinos must be brought from the
caves--"
Uraso could get no further. The people were aroused. Their voices could
be heard uttering threats against the witch doctors.
John saw that they were determined to wreak vengeance upon them, but he
counseled them to be wise and obey their Chief, and that the Korinos
would acknowledge their own error.
The wives and children of the three guards were present, as they were
compelled to be, and, as may well be imagined, their grief was terrible
to behold.
Uraso again spoke to the people, and said: "The White Chief intends to
show that the Great Spirit does not wish sacrifices, and will give back
the guards to their families."
When he ceased speaking John stooped forward, and waved his hands three
times, the motion being formed by throwing his hands forward, palms
downward, and then slowly raising them up, and with an upward and an
outward swing, bringing them down again.
Then he advanced forward a few feet and held out his arms horizontally,
with the palms uppermost, and speaking a few words, the arms were
impressively raised. As he did so the three men slightly turned, and
then almost simultaneously raised themselves to a sitting posture, and
glanced about wildly.
The consternation on the part of the natives at this sight was beyond
all description. They were awe stricken, and dumbfounded. Not the
slightest sound could be heard, as the men arose to their feet.
The only ones who were joyously affected were the wives of the men who,
at the words of Uraso, sprang forward and were about to ascend the rock,
but at the command of John they leaped from the table, and the children
gathered about them.
The Chief did not utter a word of protest. He remained there utterly
speechless. When John asked him what was the next thing to be done to
carry out the rites, he remained standing for some time without
answering.
When he had gathered together his faculties he turned to the people and
said: "The Great White Chief has shown his power, and proven to us that
our Korinos have lied to us. They must be destroyed. Let the people
return to the village, and proceed with the feast. We shall be guided by
the White Chief."
This was, indeed, the effect that John wished to produce, but he did not
also anticipate that the Chief would insist upon the destruction of the
Korinos.
The feast that afternoon was a repetition on a larger scale, of the
feast of the day before. Indeed, this was now the third day of feasting.
"I don't know whether I can eat any more for a few days," said Harry, as
they neared the village, and saw the preparations going on.
George laughed, as he responded: "We shall have to go through with this
thing, whatever the cost. Have you forgotten that they believe in
_three_ for everything? Didn't John make three passes to kill them; and
three more to bring them to life again? We have had two feasts, and must
now have one more. I don't know what the result will be if I eat half as
much even, as I did yesterday."
John laughed heartily, as he added: "That is correct, too, about the
feasts. Notice from this time on that about everything they do will be
measured by threes."
As the boys afterwards remarked, they never knew how they got through
the feast that day, but they tried to imitate John in partaking of the
good things in moderation.
It was late in the night when the natives ceased the dancing, which was
the signal for the end of the festival, although in many respects it was
entirely different from the previous ceremonies, as Uraso and Muro
learned in talking with the natives.
The next day was ushered in with a rainstorm, the first that was
experienced on the island, and there was no opportunity to make any
excursions. It had been John's intention to settle the fate of the
Korinos, as he felt that this was a matter that should have his
attention before they left on the further explorations of the island.
Since it was impossible to venture out far from the village, John spent
the most of the day attending to the wounded and the sick, although they
had not been neglected in the meantime, not even during the ceremonies
of the past three days.
The first visit was made to the quarters of the white man who was found
in the stockade when they took possession of the village. It was evident
from the greeting that he and John had had several conversations
previous to this visit, but of this the latter did not advise the boys.
When they came into the room he was sitting up, and he greeted John and
the boys. He could speak, but it was with a weak voice, and the boys
ranged themselves on one side while John seated himself on the other.
"You told me yesterday," began John, "that when you were shipwrecked you
were cast ashore on another island. How many companions had you?"
"Three," he answered. "One of them was a large man, with brown hair and
piercing eyes, who was formerly an officer in the navy, and was at that
time engaged in an exploring capacity, and on his way to Australia."
"Did he walk with a limp?" asked John.
The old man, as well as the boys, looked at John in surprise. He quickly
answered: "Yes; did you know him?"
"No," he replied; "but we found him less than a month ago."
The old man leaned forward in his eagerness. "Where is he?" he asked.
"He is dead," answered John, gravely.
"Dead!" he exclaimed. "Dead! and do you know his name?"
"No, but we found his remains, together with the boat to which he had
been tied, on the shore of an island south of this."
"Then it is true, after all!" he muttered.
"Did you know about it?" asked John, who was the interested one now.
"No, this is sad news to me. His name was Clifford,--Ralph S. Clifford,
and when he and Walter undertook,--"
The boys were all impatience now, as George cried out: "Walter! did you
know Walter?"
"Yes; he was my companion for a time. He and I were making explorations
on the island on which we were wrecked, and when the two undertook to go
on a search, to ascertain what the island was like, I was too ill to go
with them. Walter returned, and told me of meeting with a band of
savages on the western side of the mountain, and of the capture of
Clifford by the natives."
"Did you know a man by the name of Wright?"
"No, I never heard of any one by that name in this section of the
globe."
"Do you know what became of Walter?"
"I was about to say, that we went north along the shore, and camped near
the beach, and there found a boat, rather crudely made, with which we
proposed sailing around the island. Before we could complete our
arrangements, Walter disappeared."
"Did he take the boat with him?"
"No; the boat and all his effects were still with me. I was still very
ill, and I concluded to remain there until my strength returned, but
four days afterwards, when I was able to move about, I found that the
boat had disappeared."
The strain of the conversation appeared to affect him, and the three
visitors stated they would call on him later for further information.
When the boys returned to their huts, with John, the latter was quiet
and very much reserved. The boys were so much interested in the story of
the old man, that they could not wait until they were seated before they
began to question him.
"What do you think of his story?" asked Harry.
John did not answer promptly, as was his habit. Instead, he reflected
for some time, and at last said slowly: "The story may be true. Clifford
was, in my opinion, tied to the boat and set adrift, and his death was
due to that, unquestionably."
"Do you think this man had anything to do with it?" asked George.
"So far, I have no direct reason for thinking so, but there are several
very curious things about the story."
"What in particular do you have in mind?"
"He said the boat was found on the seashore, and that Walter left
without taking it with him, but that when he recovered the boat was
gone."
"Is it an unreasonable story?"
"That is not at all improbable. The tide might have washed it away, but,
if it was our boat, and it was provided with the peculiar rope and the
strange oars, that were found in it when it was recovered by you, it
would be interesting to know whether he or Walter put them there."
"Why is that so interesting to know?"
"Because the rope found in that boat, is the same as the rope we took
from Clifford's body, which you discovered on Venture Island."
"If we could only find Walter now it would solve that mystery," said
Harry. "I don't like to think that this man was instrumental in the
Clifford tragedy."
"Nor do I," responded John. "It is evident there is some connection
between that boat and the skeleton, and that our boat played a part in
it." This ended the conversation on this point.
It will be remembered that two of the men rescued from the prison
stockade, were natives of another tribe, who had been captured some
weeks before. Upon inquiry John found that they had disappeared the day
before.
The two others, in a very emaciated condition, were still under John's
care, and rapidly improving. No attempts had been made to question
them, and as it was the intention of the boys to commence the trip to
the north, as soon as John had settled the matter with the Korinos, they
were anxious to get some information from them concerning their tribe.
Accompanying Uraso, and through him, they first learned that the people
they were now living with were called Malosos, and that the Chief was
named Ta Babeda, which meant the _strong man_. He was not so large as
Beralsea, the Chief of Venture Island, but his muscles were more active,
thus the boys could see that he rightly acquired the sceptre of chief
ruler, as did Beralsea, because of the strength he possessed, and there
was no one on the island to question his king-ship.
While rambling about the boys and Uraso were informed that John wished
to see them at the Chief's house, and they went over without delay.
Entering the house, they were surprised to see that the different
packages containing the presents had been opened, and were about to be
distributed.
The Chief and his household were first provided for. The articles
consisted of coats, and different articles of wear for the Chief,
together with a watch, a revolver, and a camera.
"This will give both of you boys an opportunity to give the Chief some
lessons in these instruments," said John.
The articles for the women were received with screams of delight that
pleased the Chief beyond measure. Bits of lace, the like of which had
never been seen on the island, cotton fabric, beads, articles of
ornamentation, and finally full-fledged dresses, were only parts of the
gifts which went to the women and children.
"With your permission," said John, to the Chief, "I will offer gifts to
your people, and you may state that during the afternoon the articles
will be arranged in packages so that all will receive presents of like
value."
The boys, as well as Uraso and Muro, were busy making up the gifts for
distribution. During the remaining portion of the day they were busily
engaged in this work, which brought the greatest joy and happiness to
the natives.
It may well be imagined that Uraso and Muro were not slow in imparting
the news of Wonder Island to the natives. John had a long conference
with the Chief on the same subject.
"But how can we get these articles?" he asked, as John told him how they
made the wonderful things.
"You can make them here," he answered.
"But we cannot make them if we do not have the tools."
"Then you can buy them," responded John.
"But what have we that you want?" he asked, as he eagerly scanned John's
face.
"Your land is full of things that the people in Wonder Island want, and
the whole world will buy them of you."
"Will you tell me what they want and how we shall get them ready for
you?"
"It will give us pleasure to send our people over who can tell you what
spices, and nuts, and coffee, and other things which you have in
abundance, can be prepared, and what they are worth, and it will be the
means of giving the people work, and peace and contentment."
"But if we do not have any more fighting with our enemy there will be no
need of a strong Chief," he remarked, thinking of his new relation to
the scheme as outlined.
"There will be a much greater need of a strong man like you, who can
mete out equal justice to the people," remarked John.