The Hawaiian gazette., 1893-11-28

and no further notice was taken. old
shear-blades were eagerly sought for,
and brought from fifteen % twenty
pound weight OF shell. The happy
possessor OF one danced around Joy
fully, and evidently could hardly Be
restrained from trying it then and
there on his neighbours body, dagger
fashion. Everything was handed
over the gangway, where stood four
men armed to the teeth. Others,
with boarding pixies, were posted
along the bulwarks fore and aft to
prod the weather side niggers who
climbed up and shook the nets. and
smiled deprecatingiy, and offered
tempting punches Of bananas and
strips of shell and curiously carved
ornaments to the men to allow them
to board. One too persistent customer,
receiving q prick, yelled loudly and,
tumbling into his canoe, snatched up
wicked looking club, lined with
rows of sharks teeth, and hurled il al
the seaman. Luckily 1t missed and
was at once fmpounded as c0ntraband.
But, somehow and by somewhere, inn
pereeptibly, the dozen on deck swelled
to twenty, and how they got aboard
was mystery. They seemed to be
all over the ship-coming in like
water through sand. And presently
we found that slings and spears and
clubs were being handed up.
That we are being d0uble-banked
was evident. But we were heavily
manned for Just such q crisie. And
we had other things to depend on be-
side small arms. But we hated TO
use them, knowing that the report Of
such never stops until it reaches
Exeter Hall. So taking the chief by
the arm, the skipper led him aft, and,
throwing off a tarpaulin, disclosed =
l2-pound earronade-one Of a pair.
The savage grunted, peered into the
mouth of it until his nose nearly
touched the grape with which il was
crammed, stood up, looked doubtful
and exclaimed, " BOong! boongp' The
skipper nodded and carefully trained
the piece along the main deck.
WALKED INTO HOT TRAP.
Sydney GOddam," remarked the
old scamp, walking thOughtfully for'-
ard, with heaven knows what ideas
simmering under his thatch. And
here he fell straight into a trap that
Chips, the carpenter, indignant and
vengeful, had just set in the shape Of
a steaming cauldrOn Of boiling pitch,
with ladle in it, and everything nice
and convenient.
The old fellow paused and shifted.
What was this shiny, beautifully
black stuff, with prismatically col
Ored shifting hues playing on its sur
face? He looked around. Everybody
was busy. He shifted again the pleas
ant, aromatic odOr, and pOndered
deeply. Then he caught sight OF the
cook, whose great mop Of curly hair,
black as jet, he had admired almost
as much as his rotund, fat, little
body.
Aha! he had it now. This was
the stuff the white man dyed
his hair! Should he not also give IL a
trial? Happy thought! STOPPING low,
until the shear blades hanging from
his neck clinked against the iron pot,
he lifted the big ladle, trimming full,
and carefully poured the scalding
contents over his head. The burning
stuff ran down his face, into his eyes,
ears and mouth, as with a yell that
woke Oceania, he flew clean over the
six-foot MEETINGS into the sea, follow
ed by every soul on board, taking no
manner of order In their going.
'tSheet home fore-royaI and fore
t'gallant-s'lI Set mains'l and gafE-
tOPs'l. Starboard your bracesH yell
ed the captain, and the Albacore,
under the freshening breeze, drove
through the huddIe Of canoes amid a
shower of stones and spears from the
cannibals, baked Of their proposed
feast of "long pig"