Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-03-16

nakas were plenty tough and not
above eating an arm or leg off
their enemies. They managed to
tear loose some planks below.
They served them out among the
other natives and started batter
ing at the matches to get out.
But there were iron gratings
over them.
Murray was drunk and nasty.
He staggered to the hatchway
a bottle in one fist and revol-
yer in the other.
Keep your stinkin' mouths
quiet" he yelled. What. ye
won't? Maybe that'll help ye,
and he fired straight into the
crowd of natives crowded like
animals below the hatchway.
There was a scream and they
retreated under the deck But
Murray wasn't finished.
The swine" he ragged. To
dare to cross me. Who'd they
think they are?"
He served revolvers and rifles
TO the crew and filled them up
with rum.
H'yah, you blasted Kanaka
blackfellers." he shouted. You
bush brother makes too much
Robbery Kill them. damn ye."
Murray. Armstrong and tho
others started firing blindly
through the grated hatchway.
Come on. boys" hiccuped
Murray. Thirsty work. Have a
drink. tn improve yer aim"
Between drinks they poured
shots into the screaming. groan-
ing captives until the slave deck
was silent. the floor of it covered
with dead and dying and a few
grooming natives taking cover
under the decks.
Come on. we amt finished
EN- yet" he yelled, and ran to
the cabin. There he bored auger
holes through the bulkheads and
showing a rifle barrel through
them raked the remaining slaves
in the hold. For eight hours
those drunken devils fired into
the miserable wretches who could
do nothing to protect themselves
Then they fell asleep
Next morning there were fifty
dead men in the hold. sixteen
dying and nine wounded. Only
five remained unhurt.
Come on. my bullies!" roared
Murray Pulley haul. Get that
shark bait oversize"
They hauled the dead to the
deck and dropped their bullet-rid-
died bodies overheard.
Try to imagine that sight. A
brilliant morning in mid-Pacific
Sky as blHe as your sweetheart's
eyes, little white clouds far over
head. the sea green where the
sun hit it, and deep blue between
the swells The Carl. black
hulled and her sails white in the
sunshine. The sea around her
bilges alive with slim. gray. pig
eyed sharks that snapped at
dead, naked bodies, and the clean
ocean redeemed with their blood.
Then those swine dragged the
wounded men to the deck Kicked
them when their pain was more
than they could stand without
moaning. They tied their arms
and legs. they did. and threw
them overheard, laughing at
their white-eyed terror and the
pitiful screams they gave as the
saw teeth of those sharks pulled
them under.
Get below and see if there's
any more" ordered Murray.
One Of the crew Went below
and came up -retehing
Il feel sick. cap'n sir" he
mumbled. It's knee-deep in
blood down there. washing about
like bilge. I amt goin' down there
again"
rig a pump then, you white
Hvered son" laughed the doctor.
We'll clean and wash her out
She needs it after that scabby
cargo"
THEY'D just finished cleaning
that ship. ard the sharks F.
lowing the blood trail fought each
other until the wake of the Carl
was a mess of bloody foam.
Whitewash covered traces in the
bulkheads below and Murray
was beginning to feel sorry for
the waste as the liquor wore off.