Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 48: what you’re looking at

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50 ON THE DEEP. take me way. White man—ciyilize, You call him—make me more savage. Kick, strike, knock poor Mono on de head: Me call dat more savage as islander.” Before Loring could reply, Onolo addressed a few words to the interpreter, who then rose and left the hut. He returned in a quarter of an hour, accompanied by three hideous-looking savages, whom the sailor was certain he had. not seen. before, Two were of gigantic stature, the other was short, with a tremendous breadth of chest and an.enormous head. They were armed with the war-club, each of which was so large and heavy, that the task of wielding it with effect might have been thought impossible by the young man, but for the ease with which it was carried. Onolo screeched forth a welcome, and the three visitors, scowling darkly at Guy, seated themselves on the right of the chief. The old woman, who, for some time, had remained in a distant corner, staring curiously at the sailor; now moved to one, side of the rude. habitation and brought forth four -well- filled pipes, with large wooden bowls, and reed stems of enor- mous length. In the bowl of each she put a burning coal, procured from, the smoldering embers of a fire near the door of the hut; then, with a reverential bend of her head, presented the smoking treasures to Onolo and his three guests. who, received them with a simultaneous grunt of satisfaction. They were soon puffing away, and conversing together in low, earnest tones. By the frequent glances directed toward him; Loring knew that he was the subject of consultation. The short savage looked particularly vindictive, nor was the expres- sion upon the faces of the other two guests of a nature to re- assure him. “What are they saying?” he ventured at length to inquire of the interpreter. “ Nothing very flattering to me, I should judge.” “ §-s-sh !” muttered the old man, in a low yoice. « Dey all. great chiefs. Must no speak when dey speak !” The consultation lasted until. the pipes.were smoked. out. Then Onolo. said something. to.the short sayage, who. there- upon sprung to his feet, threw himself upon Loring, and, be- fore the latter could make any resistance, hurled. him upon his back. His huge muscular knee was upon. the breast of. the comicbooks.com