Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1873-11-27

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the caanibals. Z .sOf what further use Is
my life, even if Icould make my escape
from these murderous enemies II mat !,
tiers little what. becomes or me now,
said Ellie to herself, as she SWAN shore I,
J ward. they can do what they VIII;
4 Z. The next instant she was. seized py
the hair of head by the foremost OF her
plirsiers,. and dragged rudely out OF .the
water and thrust into the bottom. OF a
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8 ssThe missionary n cried this savage,
looking eagerly around upon the surface t 4.
/. of the water q 4 ~ -,
The. girl; pointed downward, with a
maiiGer sufficiently indicative. OF her Pc
lief that the body of her father was 60
ing down thousands of feet, to, the mas,
Of coral. caves, beyond all decay, beyond
all life, there to await the resurrection.
The savage uttered a howl OF anger
and regret, which attested that the
timely fears of Ellie for the remains OF
her father had not been unfounded. I.
s.sNe1er nnind-you will do as We'll
grilnted the savage, significantly. -
These were. the last words the .unfoT-
tunate wretch ever uttered a blow at
that instant from the club of a native,
who had arrived in q second boat, nav
ing knocked him overheard and LETT him
senseiess, to meet a certain death by
drowning. = .;es--.s - 50. /.
.'You are me- prize, lovely, flower OF
a hated race!n' muttered the newcomer,
as he transferred the girl to his own
boat. leaving that of his murdered rival
to drift away upon the water. .''You
know me-, do you not 2 ! am Tonga
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: Ellie recognized her eaptor now, and
/ she was. not displeased with the substltu-
ton of Tengarero for the ruffian who
had. first seized her. For this Tongaroro
was one Of the leading chiefs of the Is
lands. : as is. implied by his name, and
one of the most intelligent, having been
diligent for many years to- learn all he
could Of Mr.. Fortesoue. lie even spoke
English quite iuently.0 &. $50. q i
Il warned that dog against getting in
my way he muttered, Hand let them
all. beware how they modest me -.
sob, you viii not let them eat me r.
cried Ellie, shuddering, her tender and
|. delicate nature shrinking more from that
proclamation than from death itself.
.s'No, they shall not eat YOU" said the
savage, stoutly; at least, not without my
permission.
sob, say they shall not eat me, in any
case" pleaded Ellie.
~ do not care to say that, said the
chief, slowly, shaking his head. ''Some-
body must be eaten in the great festival
of tomorrow. Perhaps some white man
will come this way"
''But surely you can save me if you
will ?"
There is one way in which can save
you" said Tongaroro, as he continued to
row quietly shorewards, ''and that is for
you to become my wife.
Your wife ?" and the girl shuddered.
''But that, / see, is out of the ques-
ton" said the chief, grimly. "And so
you will probably be eaten tomorrow. "
AS she reached the beach, she found
herself confronted by the king of the
natives, the father of TongaroTo.
s'Take her away-and let her be well
fed :" commanded the chief, addressing
his son. ''She must not be found amiss
for the feast of tomorrow"
Tongaroro made a gesture to the girl,
leading the way toward his house, and
she lost no time in following him.
This house was an average specimen
of the simple constructions of the island,
being little more than thatched roof
supported upon posts. 1t stood in re-
tired spot, with great trees around it,
and had about ii an air of uncommon
neatness-a fact owing to the refined
manners the sister of the young chief
had acquired from the missionaries, and
especially from Ellie's mother.
Here you are to stay tonight" said
Tongaroro, as he ushered her into a
small, close apartment at one end of the
house. .'If you make me any trouble, it
will be the worse foryou. ! shall chain
you fast"
sob, I will not run away, assure
youl Do not chain me! 1t does not
matter what becomes of me now-eX-
cept that / cannot bear the thought of
being eaten. Do not chain mel"
al must" said Tongaroro, grimly. Il
shall be away great deal tonight, and
am afraid that Lootoo may come and
carry you off. A good chain will pre-
vent all that, and chained you must
be-"
He secured around one of the girls
ankles a stout chain, which had evident
ly once belonged to some vessel, and
then the other end of the chain was fas-
tened as securely to one of the stout
posts supporting the roof of the dwell
ing.
Il will bring food and drink, he said,
turning away, ''and do not be foolish. :"
The food and drink supplied her, he
took his departure, leaving her alone in
the darkness. ..-.....
She had not been in this place great
while, however, when the door of her
prison was opened, and the grim figure
of another native chief was presented to
her gaze.
''Are you Tongaroro?" she asked, in
futter of apprehension.
mo, ! am Lootoo! Hush. / have
come to release you, and carry you off
to the woods and the mountains !"
"Alas! you cannot release me-even
if wished you to, sighed Ellie. 81 am
chainedr'
CHAINED !"
The newcomer echoed the word in a
tone of the gravest annoyance.
care you telling me the truth ?" he
demanded.
"You can feel, or look, for yourself. 3"
Lootoo at first felt of the chain, and
then produced a light by friction, and
examined it. AS he did so, his brow
darkened searfully. He scowled like
a tiend.
II cannot release you, if l were to
work all night, he muttered. "And all
will be decided against me tomorrow.
But there is one thing can do l hate
Tongaroro, and here is a chance for me
to cause him great annoyance !"
Chow ?" faltered Ellie.
81 will kill you p replied Lootoo.
Since cannot set you free, must kill
you where you are y
He drew forth a large knife for his
purpose. The above we publish as a
specimen chapter; but the continuation
of this story will be found only in the
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