第18章 MAUKI(5)
- South Sea Tales
- Jack London
- 3571字
- 2016-03-04 16:58:14
Mauki had never met a white man like this, and he resolved to walk small and never offend.He saw the boat boys knocked about, and one of them put in irons for three days with nothing to eat for the crime of breaking a rowlock while pulling.Then, too, he heard the gossip of the village and learned why Bunster had taken a third wife--by force, as was well known.The first and second wives lay in the graveyard, under the white coral sand, with slabs of coral rock at head and feet.They had died, it was said, from beatings he had given them.The third wife was certainly ill-used, as Mauki could see for himself.
But there was no way by which to avoid offending the white man who seemed offended with life.When Mauki kept silent, he was struck and called a sullen brute.When he spoke, he was struck for giving back talk.When he was grave, Bunster accused him of plotting and gave him a thrashing in advance; and when he strove to be cheerful and to smile, he was charged with sneering at his lord and master and given a taste of stick.Bunster was a devil.
The village would have done for him, had it not remembered the lesson of the three schooners.It might have done for him anyway, if there had been a bush to which to flee.As it was, the murder of the white men, of any white man, would bring a man-of-war that would kill the offenders and chop down the precious cocoanut trees.Then there were the boat boys, with minds fully made up to drown him by accident at the first opportunity to capsize the cutter.Only Bunster saw to it that the boat did not capsize.
Mauki was of a different breed, and escape being impossible while Bunster lived, he was resolved to get the white man.The trouble was that he could never find a chance.Bunster was always on guard.Day and night his revolvers were ready to hand.He permitted nobody to pass behind hisback, as Mauki learned after having been knocked down several times.Bunster knew that he had more to fear from the good-natured, even sweet- faced, Malaita boy than from the entire population of Lord Howe; and it gave added zest to the programme of torment he was carrying out.And Mauki walked small, accepted his punishments, and waited.
All other white men had respected his tambos, but not so Bunster.
Mauki's weekly allowance of tobacco was two sticks.Bunster passed them to his woman and ordered Mauki to receive them from her hand.But this could not be, and Mauki went without his tobacco.In the same way he was made to miss many a meal, and to go hungry many a day.He was ordered to make chowder out of the big clams that grew in the lagoon.This he could not do, for clams were tambo.Six times in succession he refused to touch the clams, and six times he was knocked senseless.Bunster knew that the boy would die first, but called his refusal mutiny, and would have killed him had there been another cook to take his place.
One of the trader's favorite tricks was to catch Mauki's kinky locks and bat his head against the wall.Another trick was to catch Mauki unawares and thrust the live end of a cigar against his flesh.This Bunster called vaccination, and Mauki was vaccinated a number of times a week.Once, in a rage, Bunster ripped the cup handle from Mauki's nose, tearing the hole clear out of the cartilage.
"Oh, what a mug!" was his comment, when he surveyed the damage he had wrought.
The skin of a shark is like sandpaper, but the skin of a ray fish is like a rasp.In the South Seas the natives use it as a wood file in smoothing down canoes and paddles.Bunster had a mitten made of ray fish skin.The first time he tried it on Mauki, with one sweep of the hand it fetched the skin off his back from neck to armpit.Bunster was delighted.He gave his wife a taste of the mitten, and tried it out thoroughly on the boat boys.The prime ministers came in for a stroke each, and they had to grin and take it for a joke.
"Laugh, damn you, laugh!" was the cue he gave.
Mauki came in for the largest share of the mitten.Never a day passed without a caress from it.There were times when the loss of so muchcuticle kept him awake at night, and often the half-healed surface was raked raw afresh by the facetious Mr.Bunster.Mauki continued his patient wait, secure in the knowledge that sooner or later his time would come.And he knew just what he was going to do, down to the smallest detail, when the time did come.