第4章 THE HOUSE OF MAPUHI(4)

"There are twelve hundred men, women, and children here," said Captain Lynch."I wonder how many will be here tomorrow morning.""But why don't it blow?--that's what I want to know," Raoul demanded.

"Don't worry, young man, don't worry; you'll get your troubles fast enough."Even as Captain Lynch spoke, a great watery mass smote the atoll.

The sea water churned about them three inches deep under the chairs.A low wail of fear went up from the many women.The children, with clasped hands, stared at the immense rollers and cried piteously.Chickens and cats, wading perturbedly in the water, as by common consent, with flight and scramble took refuge on the roof of the captain's house.A Paumotan, with a litter of new-born puppies in a basket, climbed into a cocoanut tree and twenty feet above the ground made the basket fast.The mother floundered about in the water beneath, whining and yelping.

And still the sun shone brightly and the dead calm continued.They sat and watched the seas and the insane pitching of the Aorai.CaptainLynch gazed at the huge mountains of water sweeping in until he could gaze no more.He covered his face with his hands to shut out the sight; then went into the house.

"Twenty-eight-sixty," he said quietly when he returned.

In his arm was a coil of small rope.He cut it into two-fathom lengths, giving one to Raoul and, retaining one for himself, distributed the remainder among the women with the advice to pick out a tree and climb.

A light air began to blow out of the northeast, and the fan of it on his cheek seemed to cheer Raoul up.He could see the Aorai trimming her sheets and heading off shore, and he regretted that he was not on her.She would get away at any rate, but as for the atoll--A sea breached across, almost sweeping him off his feet, and he selected a tree.Then he remembered the barometer and ran back to the house.He encountered Captain Lynch on the same errand and together they went in.

"Twenty-eight-twenty," said the old mariner."It's going to be fair hell around here--what was that?"The air seemed filled with the rush of something.The house quivered and vibrated, and they heard the thrumming of a mighty note of sound.The windows rattled.Two panes crashed; a draught of wind tore in, striking them and making them stagger.The door opposite banged shut, shattering the latch.The white door knob crumbled in fragments to the floor.The room's walls bulged like a gas balloon in the process of sudden inflation.Then came a new sound like the rattle of musketry, as the spray from a sea struck the wall of the house.Captain Lyncyh looked at his watch.It was four o'clock.He put on a coat of pilot cloth, unhooked the barometer, and stowed it away in a capacious pocket.Again a sea struck the house, with a heavy thud, and the light building tilted, twisted, quarter around on its foundation, and sank down, its floor at an angle of ten degrees.

Raoul went out first.The wind caught him and whirled him away.He noted that it had hauled around to the east.With a great effort he threw himself on the sand, crouching and holding his own.Captain Lynch, driven like a wisp of straw, sprawled over him.Two of the Aorai'S sailors, leaving a cocoanut tree to which they had been clinging, came to their aid,leaning against the wind at impossible angles and fighting and clawing every inch of the way.

The old man's joints were stiff and he could not climb, so the sailors, by means of short ends of rope tied together, hoisted him up the trunk, a few feet at a time, till they could make him fast, at the top of the tree, fifty feet from the ground.Raoul passed his length of rope around the base of an adjacent tree and stood looking on.The wind was frightful.He had never dreamed it could blow so hard.A sea breached across the atoll, wetting him to the knees ere it subsided into the lagoon.The sun had disappeared, and a lead-colored twilight settled down.A few drops of rain, driving horizontally, struck him.The impact was like that of leaden pellets.A splash of salt spray struck his face.It was like the slap of a man's hand.His cheeks stung, and involuntary tears of pain were in his smarting eyes.Several hundred natives had taken to the trees, and he could have laughed at the bunches of human fruit clustering in the tops.Then, being Tahitian- born, he doubled his body at the waist, clasped the trunk of his tree with his hands, pressed the soles of his feet against the near surface of the trunk, and began to walk up the tree.At the top he found two women, two children, and a man.One little girl clasped a housecat in her arms.

From his eyrie he waved his hand to Captain Lynch, and that doughty patriarch waved back.Raoul was appalled at the sky.It had approached much nearer--in fact, it seemed just over his head; and it had turned from lead to black.Many people were still on the ground grouped about the bases of the trees and holding on.Several such clusters were praying, and in one the Mormon missionary was exhorting.A weird sound, rhythmical, faint as the faintest chirp of a far cricket, enduring but for a moment, but in the moment suggesting to him vaguely the thought of heaven and celestial music, came to his ear.He glanced about him and saw, at the base of another tree, a large cluster of people holding on by ropes and by one another.He could see their faces working and their lips moving in unison.No sound came to him, but he knew that they were singing hymns.