CHAPTER V.

Honour to whom honour is due. In speaking of the Buccaneer and in

briefly sketching his early life, it would not be right to pass by,

without some slight comment, a people who occupied an island situated

not many miles from his shores. They were called the Ojabberaways. They

came of a spirited and highly sensitive race. They were imaginative in

the extreme, quick of temper, and very prone to insult. The smallest

slight they would look upon as a grave injury. They were also a

quick-witted, clever, and merry people, and fighting was the joy of

their life. They were not total abstainers.

Somehow the Ojabberaways and the Buccaneer, though near neighbours, did

not get on very well together. This often happens, more especially

amongst relations, but the Ojabberaways would not admit that they were

of the same blood as the Buccaneer. They maintained that they came from

a far nobler stock. In fact, it would appear from what the people

themselves said, though history is silent upon the subject, that the

island was at one time inhabited by one or two kings, who left a progeny

sufficient to people the whole place, and that consequently, every

Ojabberaway had royal blood in his veins. No wonder then that they were

high-spirited and proud. Now they looked upon the bold Buccaneer as a

tyrant, whose chief aim in life was to tread under foot, and otherwise

insult them. Nothing would induce them to believe the contrary. They

sucked it in at their mother's breasts. The origin of their name is

wrapped in mystery, but it is probable that it had, in some way, a

connection with the chief produce of their country.

The Ojabberaways were not a united people. Though for the most part they

were inimical to the rule of the Buccaneer, and groaned under what they

considered the chain cast upon them by an alien and an oppressor, there

were many who were comfortable and even happy and contented under his

rule. Between these two sections of the Ojabberaways there was no love

lost. The wild Ojabberaways as they were sometimes called--of course

behind their backs--looked with peculiar hatred upon what were called

the loyal Ojabberaways. Speaking of the people generally it may be said,

that when you came across one who was a thorough gentleman, no finer

specimen of the class could be found in the world; but nature is not at

all times prodigal. There are some flowers that only bloom once in a

hundred years.

For the ordinary occupation of life the people had little or no taste,

and in his own country, if you found one Ojabberaway working, you would

always find two at least indulging in the luxury of looking on. And at

all times an Ojabberaway would give over any labour in which he might be

occupied, to follow a fellow-countryman to his grave, to whom in life he

would not have lent a single sixpence. This respect for the dead is

touching; but the Ojabberaways were a sentimental nation.

They were also a peculiarly constituted people, generous to a fault as

long as they had anything to give; but they, for the most part, lived

beyond their means, for a man with a thousand a year would generally

spend two, and this in time brought them into the usurer's hands and

into difficulties. Then some one had to suffer, and it was generally the

tenant of the land and the peasant. The usurer at all times drives a

hard bargain, and what bowels he has are not those of compassion. What

is in his bond he takes care to have. This gave an opening to the

agitator, and he took advantage of the state of things to stir up

strife.

Then the Ojabberaways had peculiarly formed eyes. To the outward

appearance just like other peoples; but inwardly quite differently

constructed. An object that would appear to an ordinary individual in

one light would impinge upon the retina of an Ojabberaway's eye in such

a manner as to distort some things and magnify others; but most of all a

grievance. On the other hand an obligation would appear as small as if

it were looked at through the wrong end of a telescope. They were

extremely romantic and were given occasionally to romancing. In fact, it

has been said by those who like to summarise and put a whole history

almost into a nutshell, that the lower orders of the Ojabberaways were

liars by nature and beggars by trade. Allowing for that exaggeration

which is common to all such sayings there is still a residuum of truth

left. Though brave at all times when out of their own country, in it

their courage generally took refuge behind a bank or a stone wall. Their

food was simple and their favourite drink was strong; so much so, that

when taken in too great quantities, it made them perfectly irresponsible

beings and extremely dangerous and disagreeable neighbours. Their women

were the most virtuous in the world and amongst the most lively, and the

men, though in their revenge they would have recourse to the assassin's

dagger, would never assail the chastity of a woman, who might walk from

one end of their island to the other without the slightest fear of

molestation.

The lower orders of this devil-me-care people were joyful in their rags.

They preferred dirt to cleanliness, and as has been already said, truth

with them was not a highly prized virtue, though if they did lie, they

did it more to please than deceive. The Ojabberaways had taken up

patriotism, and made it into a regular trade, and they had cultivated it

until it had become a most lucrative employment. But with all their

faults, and Heaven only knows they had many, one could not help liking

them. They had worked for the Buccaneer; they had fought for him, and

had helped him in many of his predatory excursions, and they were

inclined, at the time of which we are speaking, like many another

people, to do a little robbing on their own account; but it must be

owned that they were a regular thorn in the Buccaneer's side, and the

thorn was working deeper, and deeper, into his flesh every day he lived.

It must also be owned that in time past he had not treated them

over-well, and retribution was galloping after him in hot haste.

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