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_ Never had runaways from Berande been more zealously hunted. The
deeds of Gogoomy and his fellows had been a bad example for the one
hundred and fifty new recruits. Murder had been planned, a gang-
boss had been killed, and the murderers had broken their contracts
by fleeing to the bush. Sheldon saw how imperative it was to teach
his new-caught cannibals that bad examples were disastrous things
to pattern after, and he urged Seelee on night and day, while with
the Tahitians he practically lived in the bush, leaving Joan in
charge of the plantation. To the north Boucher did good work,
twice turning the fugitives back when they attempted to gain the
coast.
One by one the boys were captured. In the first man-drive through
the mangrove swamp Seelee caught two. Circling around to the
north, a third was wounded in the thigh by Boucher, and this one,
dragging behind in the chase, was later gathered in by Seelee's
hunters. The three captives, heavily ironed, were exposed each day
in the compound, as good examples of what happened to bad examples,
all for the edification of the seven score and ten half-wild
Poonga-Poonga men. Then the Minerva, running past for Tulagi, was
signalled to send a boat, and the three prisoners were carried away
to prison to await trial.
Five were still at large, but escape was impossible. They could
not get down to the coast, nor dared they venture too far inland
for fear of the wild bushmen. Then one of the five came in
voluntarily and gave himself up, and Sheldon learned that Gogoomy
and two others were all that were at large. There should have been
a fourth, but according to the man who had given himself up, the
fourth man had been killed and eaten. It had been fear of a
similar fate that had driven him in. He was a Malu man, from
north-western Malaita, as likewise had been the one that was eaten.
Gogoomy's two other companions were from Port Adams. As for
himself, the black declared his preference for government trial and
punishment to being eaten by his companions in the bush.
"Close up Gogoomy kai-kai me," he said. "My word, me no like boy
kai-kai me."
Three days later Sheldon caught one of the boys, helpless from
swamp fever, and unable to fight or run away. On the same day
Seelee caught the second boy in similar condition. Gogoomy alone
remained at large; and, as the pursuit closed in on him, he
conquered his fear of the bushmen and headed straight in for the
mountainous backbone of the island. Sheldon with four Tahitians,
and Seelee with thirty of his hunters, followed Gogoomy's trail a
dozen miles into the open grass-lands, and then Seelee and his
people lost heart. He confessed that neither he nor any of his
tribe had ever ventured so far inland before, and he narrated, for
Sheldon's benefit, most horrible tales of the horrible bushmen. In
the old days, he said, they had crossed the grasslands and attacked
the salt-water natives; but since the coming of the white men to
the coast they had remained in their interior fastnesses, and no
salt-water native had ever seen them again.
"Gogoomy he finish along them fella bushmen," he assured Sheldon.
"My word, he finish close up, kai-kai altogether."
So the expedition turned back. Nothing could persuade the coast
natives to venture farther, and Sheldon, with his four Tahitians,
knew that it was madness to go on alone. So he stood waist-deep in
the grass and looked regretfully across the rolling savannah and
the soft-swelling foothills to the Lion's Head, a massive peak of
rock that upreared into the azure from the midmost centre of
Guadalcanar, a landmark used for bearings by every coasting
mariner, a mountain as yet untrod by the foot of a white man.
That night, after dinner, Sheldon and Joan were playing billiards,
when Satan barked in the compound, and Lalaperu, sent to see,
brought back a tired and travel-stained native, who wanted to talk
with the "big fella white marster." It was only the man's
insistence that procured him admittance at such an hour. Sheldon
went out on the veranda to see him, and at first glance at the
gaunt features and wasted body of the man knew that his errand was
likely to prove important. Nevertheless, Sheldon demanded roughly,
-
"What name you come along house belong me sun he go down?"
"Me Charley," the man muttered apologetically and wearily. "Me
stop along Binu."
"Ah, Binu Charley, eh? Well, what name you talk along me? What
place big fella marster along white man he stop?"
Joan and Sheldon together listened to the tale Binu Charley had
brought. He described Tudor's expedition up the Balesuna; the
dragging of the boats up the rapids; the passage up the river where
it threaded the grass-lands; the innumerable washings of gravel by
the white men in search of gold; the first rolling foothills; the
man-traps of spear-staked pits in the jungle trails; the first
meeting with the bushmen, who had never seen tobacco, and knew not
the virtues of smoking; their friendliness; the deeper penetration
of the interior around the flanks of the Lion's Head; the bush-
sores and the fevers of the white men, and their madness in
trusting the bushmen.
"Allee time I talk along white fella marster," he said. "Me talk,
'That fella bushman he look 'm eye belong him. He savvee too much.
S'pose musket he stop along you, that fella bushman he too much
good friend along you. Allee time he look sharp eye belong him.
S'pose musket he no stop along you, my word, that fella bushman he
chop 'm off head belong you. He kai-kai you altogether.'"
But the patience of the bushmen had exceeded that of the white men.
The weeks had gone by, and no overt acts had been attempted. The
bushmen swarmed in the camp in increasing numbers, and they were
always making presents of yams and taro, of pig and fowl, and of
wild fruits and vegetables. Whenever the gold-hunters moved their
camp, the bushmen volunteered to carry the luggage. And the white
men waxed ever more careless. They grew weary prospecting, and at
the same time carrying their rifles and the heavy cartridge-belts,
and the practice began of leaving their weapons behind them in
camp.
"I tell 'm plenty fella white marster look sharp eye belong him.
And plenty fella white marster make 'm big laugh along me, say Binu
Charley allee same pickaninny--my word, they speak along me allee
same pickaninny."
Came the morning when Binu Charley noticed that the women and
children had disappeared. Tudor, at the time, was lying in a
stupor with fever in a late camp five miles away, the main camp
having moved on those five miles in order to prospect an outcrop of
likely quartz. Binu Charley was midway between the two camps when
the absence of the women and children struck him as suspicious.
"My word," he said, "me t'ink like hell. Him black Mary, him
pickaninny, walk about long way big bit. What name? Me savvee too
much trouble close up. Me fright like hell. Me run. My word, me
run."
Tudor, quite unconscious, was slung across his shoulder, and
carried a mile down the trail. Here, hiding new trail, Binu
Charley had carried him for a quarter of a mile into the heart of
the deepest jungle, and hidden him in a big banyan tree. Returning
to try to save the rifles and personal outfit, Binu Charley had
seen a party of bushmen trotting down the trail, and had hidden in
the bush. Here, and from the direction of the main camp, he had
heard two rifle shots. And that was all. He had never seen the
white men again, nor had he ventured near their old camp. He had
gone back to Tudor, and hidden with him for a week, living on wild
fruits and the few pigeons and cockatoos he had been able to shoot
with bow and arrow. Then he had journeyed down to Berande to bring
the news. Tudor, he said, was very sick, lying unconscious for
days at a time, and, when in his right mind, too weak to help
himself.
"What name you no kill 'm that big fella marster?" Joan demanded.
"He have 'm good fella musket, plenty calico, plenty tobacco,
plenty knife-fee, and two fella pickaninny musket shoot quick,
bang-bang-bang--just like that."
The black smiled cunningly.
"Me savvee too much. S'pose me kill 'm big fella marster, bimeby
plenty white fella marster walk about Binu cross like hell. 'What
name this fellow musket?' those plenty fella white marster talk 'm
along me. My word, Binu Charley finish altogether. S'pose me kill
'm him, no good along me. Plenty white fella marster cross along
me. S'pose me no kill 'm him, bimeby he give me plenty tobacco,
plenty calico, plenty everything too much."
"There is only the one thing to do," Sheldon said to Joan.
She drummed with her hand and waited, while Binu Charley gazed
wearily at her with unblinking eyes.
"I'll start the first thing in the morning," Sheldon said.
"We'll start," she corrected. "I can get twice as much out of my
Tahitians as you can, and, besides, one white should never be alone
under such circumstances."
He shrugged his shoulders in token, not of consent, but of
surrender, knowing the uselessness of attempting to argue the
question with her, and consoling himself with the reflection that
heaven alone knew what adventures she was liable to engage in if
left alone on Berande for a week. He clapped his hands, and for
the next quarter of an hour the house-boys were kept busy carrying
messages to the barracks. A man was sent to Balesuna village to
command old Seelee's immediate presence. A boat's-crew was started
in a whale-boat with word for Boucher to come down. Ammunition was
issued to the Tahitians, and the storeroom overhauled for a few
days' tinned provisions. Viaburi turned yellow when told that he
was to accompany the expedition, and, to everybody's surprise,
Lalaperu volunteered to take his place.
Seelee arrived, proud in his importance that the great master of
Berande should summon him in the night-time for council, and firm
in his refusal to step one inch within the dread domain of the
bushmen. As he said, if his opinion had been asked when the gold-
hunters started, he would have foretold their disastrous end.
There was only one thing that happened to any one who ventured into
the bushmen's territory, and that was that he was eaten. And he
would further say, without being asked, that if Sheldon went up
into the bush he would be eaten too.
Sheldon sent for a gang-boss and told him to bring ten of the
biggest, best, and strongest Poonga-Poonga men.
"Not salt-water boys," Sheldon cautioned, "but bush boys--leg
belong him strong fella leg. Boy no savvee musket, no good. You
bring 'm boy shoot musket strong fella."
They were ten picked men that filed up on the veranda and stood in
the glare of the lanterns. Their heavy, muscular legs advertised
that they were bushmen. Each claimed long experience in bush-
fighting, most of them showed scars of bullet or spear-thrust in
proof, and all were wild for a chance to break the humdrum monotony
of plantation labour by going on a killing expedition. Killing was
their natural vocation, not wood-cutting; and while they would not
have ventured the Guadalcanar bush alone, with a white man like
Sheldon behind them, and a white Mary such as they knew Joan to be,
they could expect a safe and delightful time. Besides, the great
master had told them that the eight gigantic Tahitians were going
along.
The Poonga-Poonga volunteers stood with glistening eyes and
grinning faces, naked save for their loin-cloths, and barbarously
ornamented. Each wore a flat, turtle-shell ring suspended through
his nose, and each carried a clay pipe in an ear-hole or thrust
inside a beaded biceps armlet. A pair of magnificent boar tusks
graced the chest of one. On the chest of another hung a huge disc
of polished fossil clam-shell.
"Plenty strong fella fight," Sheldon warned them in conclusion.
They grinned and shifted delightedly.
"S'pose bushmen kai-kai along you?" he queried.
"No fear," answered their spokesman, one Koogoo, a strapping,
thick-lipped Ethiopian-looking man. "S'pose Poonga-Poonga boy kai-
kai bush-boy?"
Sheldon shook his head, laughing, and dismissed them, and went to
overhaul the dunnage-room for a small shelter tent for Joan's use. _
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