The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-03-04

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| decently. Then Norok and had long
talk, and I told him that 1 was going
away to Fiji. but should come back
with a big ship and a strong crew, get
the pearl shell and give him chance
TO get even with Varogi. Now, gentle
men, that's the end of my yarn. Cap
| tain Grace, I'm thirsty Sina, turn in
Ross was not a talkative man, and
said nothing to Denison and Grace of
the fearful hardships that he, his wife
and the surviving native seaman had
endured on the long voyage to Fiji.
CHAPTER XIV.
Ten weeks had gone by, and the
barque was at anchor in the little bay
on the shore of which stood Norok's
village. She had made a very fast
passage from Fiji, and Norok and his
people were delighted to see Ross back
so soon, and for some days there was
| much slaughter of hogs and fowls, and
subsequent feasting in honor Of the
visitors.
Denison found Norok to be, as Ross
had said, q very intelligent person. He
was a handsome, well built man of
about so years of age, but had lost the
use of his left arm by a pistol shot,
which had fractured the elbow joint.
He frankly admitted that he had re-
ceived the injury in his younger days,
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cut off an American whaleship and
massacred every soul on board.
Within a week after the arrival of
| the barque Ross had begun operations.
| Every morning two boats manned by
! the native crew left the ship and pro-
ceeded to the pearl shell beds, seven
miles distant, returning at night. No
rok always sent a large canoe, manned
| by thirty of his men, TO protect Ross
and his divers, should they be attacked
| by Varogi's people, for the beds were
on that part of the coast of which he
was chief, and on several occasions
| canoes from VarOgPs villages had ap-
preached within muSket shot of the
boats and fired at the divers with the
! few Old-fashiOned smooth-bore muskets
| they possessed. Then, one day, Ross
/ let them approach so near that he and
/ his natives were able to use their
| breech loading rifles with effect, killing
and wounding several of the enemy,
who at once headed for the shore with
all possible speed, and they did not
/ again venture within gunshot of the
/ boats.
/ But shortly after this some of Varo-
! gi's people captured a little girl be-
/ longing to NOrok's village and held her
/ to ransom. the ransom was paid, and
when the child was brought back she
! delivered a message from VarOgi to
/ the chief
/ Tell Norok that I and my white man
| Timi will have his head and the head
! of some of the white men in my CANAL
/ house before many moons have
! passed"
/ The insult stung Norok, and he
| pressed Ross to lend him his native
| crew with their rifles, so that he could
make a night attack on Varogfs town
and burn it.
Not now, Norok. But I will fulfill
/ the promise I made to you when l was
/ here before. When I have finished the
work I am doing 1 myself will lead
my men and help you to your revenge
I mean also to have utu (revenge) upon
/ the white man with the broken nose
he who killed my three sailors. one of
| whom was my Wife'S foster brother"
| Norok was so pleased that he sum-
mOned a meeting of the people and told
! them that before long Varogis head
| and the head of the white man as well,
| might be in his (Norok's) GENIAL house
[ and old Captain Grace shuddered when
a thousand bursts of delight burst from
a thousand threats, and POhiri trans
! lated his words to him and Denison.
well. I won't have any hand in it, "
he said. Captain Ross can Go what
he likes with his natives, but none of
| my men Will CO.
The barque was mOored so close in
/ to the beach that the end of her jib-
/ boom almost touched the branches of a
giant teak tree, which, with other for
/ est monarchs, stood on a spur of the
mountain range, that seemed to start
! sheer upwards from the north side OF
/ the ever-calm waters of the little bay;
on the south side was the village, ly-
| ing back a few hundred yards from
the white beach, and almost hidden
from view by groves of bTeadfruit and
eli
Ia thin, silVery thread, showed out
/ clearly against the verdured mountain
side.
| One afternoon, as the sun was Slop-
| ing westward, and the forest shadows
| were lengthening out across the I'M
ruff1ed surface of the bay, Denison and
Sina Ross were lying in their ham
mocks under the awning of the after
deck. The ship was very quiet, for
/ Grace, with the two mates, and most
of the hands, had gone on shore with
the ships seine to. drag one of the
mountain pools for fish, leaving only
two or three men on board with Jack
Castles (who was now boatswain) in
charge.
| 'fOf what are you thinking, Mr.. Den
ison ?" asked Mrs. Ross, as she turned
In her hammock and looked at the
supercargo, who was lying with his
hands under his head buried in deeT
thought.
81 was thinking, Mrs. Ross, of this
I scoundreI of a white man, Timi, as the
natives call him, and trying to piece
! together what / was told when I was
a child of the man who shot my father
| in Tasmania. He was, as ] have told
you, named Tim-Tim Hogan-and had
a broken nose and red hair. and soon
after my fathers death it was Tu-
mored that he had escaped from Tas-
mania in an American whaleship.'
Ali" and Sina Ross dark eyes
cleaned as she sat up and tossed back
| her tet-black locks. "Ah, you think il
is the same mani I wonder If he is;
If it is the man, then you have the
| greater right for utu than I, for al
though he killed my foster-brother anC
took away his head, he murdered your
father cruelty. Oh, l long for the time
when my husband has finished with the
pearling: for I mean to go with hin
and NorOk when they burn that town.
And so do I. Mrs. Ross. If possiolJ
I mean to see this man Timi, alive OF
dead, and satisfy myself as to whether
he is the man who murdered my poor
father"
"Ah, you must see him alive, Mr.