The children! He really was the one who showed them the way of their feet in the world practical.He began by teaching them to walk.He sat up with them when they were sick.One by one, when they were scarcely toddlers, he took them down to the lagoon, and made them into amphibians.He taught them more than I ever knew of the habits of fish and the ways of catching them.In the bush it was the same thing.At seven, Tom knew more woodcraft than I ever dreamed existed.At six, Mary went over the Sliding Rock without a quiver, and I have seen strong men balk at that feat.And when Frank had just turned six he could bring up shillings from the bottom in three fathoms.
"My people in Bora Bora do not like heathen--they are all Christians; and I do not like Bora Bora Christians," he said one day, when I, with the idea of getting him to spend some of the money that was rightfully his, had been trying to persuade him to make a visit to his own island in one of our schooners--a special voyage which I had hoped to make a record breaker in the matter of prodigal expense.
I say one of OUR schooners, though legally at the time they belonged to me.I struggled long with him to enter into partnership.
"We have been partners from the day the Petite Jeanne went down," he said at last."But if your heart so wishes, then shall we become partners by the law.I have no work to do, yet are my expenses large.I drink and eat and smoke in plenty--it costs much, I know.I do not pay for the playing of billiards, for I play on your table; but still the money goes.Fishing on the reef is only a rich man's pleasure.It is shocking, the cost of hooks and cotton line.Yes; it is necessary that we be partners by the law.I need the money.I shall get it from the head clerk in the office."So the papers were made out and recorded.A year later I was compelled to complain.
"Charley," said I, "you are a wicked old fraud, a miserly skinflint, a miserable land crab.Behold, your share for the year in all our partnershiphas been thousands of dollars.The head clerk has given me this paper.It says that in the year you have drawn just eighty-seven dollars and twenty cents.""Is there any owing me?" he asked anxiously.
"I tell you thousands and thousands," I answered.His face brightened, as with an immense relief.
"It is well," he said."See that the head clerk keeps good account of it.When I want it, I shall want it, and there must not be a cent missing.
"If there is,:" he added fiercely, after a pause, "it must come out of the clerk's wages."And all the time, as I afterwards learned, his will, drawn up by Carruthers, and ****** me sole beneficiary, lay in the American consul's safe.
But the end came, as the end must come to all human associations.
It occurred in the Solomons, where our wildest work had been done in the wild young days, and where we were once more-- principally on a holiday, incidentally to look after our holdings on Florida Island and to look over the pearling possibilities of the Mboli Pass.We were lying at Savo, having run in to trade for curios.
Now, Savo is alive with sharks.The custom of the woolly-heads of burying their dead in the sea did not tend to discourage the sharks from ****** the adjacent waters a hangout.It was my luck to be coming aboard in a tiny, overloaded, native canoe, when the thing capsized.There were four woolly-heads and myself in it, or rather, hanging to it.The schooner was a hundred yards away.
I was just hailing for a boat when one of the woolly-heads began to scream.Holding on to the end of the canoe, both he and that portion of the canoe were dragged under several times.Then he loosed his clutch and disappeared.A shark had got him.
The three remaining niggers tried to climb out of the water upon the bottom of the canoe.I yelled and cursed and struck at the nearest with my fist, but it was no use.They were in a blind funk.The canoe could barely have supported one of them.Under the three it upended and rolled sidewise, throwing them back into the water.
