In Search of an Unknown Race — page 243: what you’re looking at

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VAN. 229 CHAPTER XXXV. CAPTAIN VAN BRISCOE. Tue cause of the sudden commotion on the Rattler’s deck was soon apparent. ‘‘ Handspikes, boys! those black fiends have got loose!” hoarsely shouted Captain Bates, but the sound of a dull crashing blow, a groan, and then another chorus of yells told ail too plainly of the terrible tragedy that was being enacted on deck. As well attempt to oppose one’s unaided strength to the fury of a cyclone as to restrain a dozen infuriated savages from vengeance upon those who had dragged them from their island home to destine them to a life of captivity and suffering. It was the knowledge of this fact, and not any lack of courage on Van Briscoe’s part, which made him thrust his fingers in his ears and bury his head in the folds of the canvas to shut out as far as possible the sounds of the contest above him. Thus he remained till a comparative quiet ensued. Resuming his former position, Van listened with a sort of sickening dread, but only the occasional monotone of a voice speaking in native dialect reached his ears. Above him was the blue sky flecked with clouds, and with every easy windward roll of the schooner, the (e(oy[aniicelevexol KS