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From: When The World Shook

At last the electric light really went out. I had looked at my watch
just before this happened and wound it up, which, Bickley remarked, was
superfluous and a waste of energy. It then marked 3.20 in the morning.
We had wedged Bastin, who was now snoring comfortably, into his berth,
with pillows, and managed to tie a cord over him--no, it was a large
bath towel, fixing one end of it to the little rack over his bed and
the other to its framework. As for ourselves, we lay down on the floor
between the table legs, which, of course, were screwed, and the settee,
protecting ourselves as best we were able by help of the cushions, etc.,
between two of which we thrust the terrified Tommy who had been sliding
up and down the cabin floor. Thus we remained, expecting death every
moment till the light of day, a very dim light, struggling through a
port-hole of which the iron cover had somehow been wrenched off. Or
perhaps it was never shut, I do not remember.

About this time there came a lull in the hellish, howling hurricane; the
fact being, I suppose, that we had reached the centre of the cyclone. I
suggested that we should try to go on deck and see what was happening.
So we started, only to find the entrance to the companion so faithfully
secured that we could not by any means get out. We knocked and shouted,
but no one answered. My belief is that at this time everyone on the
yacht except ourselves had been washed away and drowned.

Then we returned to the saloon, which, except for a little water
trickling about the floor, was marvelously dry, and, being hungry,
retrieved some bits of food and biscuit from its corners and ate. At
this moment the cyclone began to blow again worse than ever, but it
seemed to us, from another direction, and before it sped our poor
derelict barque. It blew all day till for my part I grew utterly weary
and even longed for the inevitable end. If my views were not quite those
of Bastin, certainly they were not those of Bickley. I had believed from
my youth up that the individuality of man, the ego, so to speak, does
not die when life goes out of his poor body, and this faith did not
desert me then. Therefore, I wished to have it over and learn what there
might be upon the other side.

We could not speak much because of the howling of the wind, but Bickley
did manage to shout to me something to the effect that his partners
would, in his opinion, make an end of their great practice within
two years, which, he added, was a pity. I nodded my head, not caring
twopence what happened to Bickley's partners or their business, or to my
own property, or to anything else. When death is at hand most of us do
not think much of such things because then we realise how small they
are. Indeed I was wondering whether within a few minutes or hours I
should or should not see Natalie again, and if this were the end to
which she had seemed to beckon me in that dream.

On we sped, and on. About four in the afternoon we heard sounds from
Bastin's cabin which faintly reminded me of some tune. I crept to the
door and listened. Evidently he had awakened and was singing or trying
to sing, for music was not one of his strong points, "For those in peril
on the sea." Devoutly did I wish that it might be heard. Presently it
ceased, so I suppose he went to sleep again.

The darkness gathered once more. Then of a sudden something fearful
happened. There were stupendous noises of a kind I had never heard;
there were convulsions. It seemed to us that the ship was flung right up
into the air a hundred feet or more.

"Tidal wave, I expect," shouted Bickley.

Almost as he spoke she came down with the most appalling crash on to
something hard and nearly jarred the senses out of us. Next the saloon
was whirling round and round and yet being carried forward, and we felt
air blowing upon us. Then our senses left us. As I clasped Tommy to my
side, whimpering and licking my face, my last thought was that all was
over, and that presently I should learn everything or nothing.

I woke up feeling very bruised and sore and perceived that light was
flowing into the saloon. The door was still shut, but it had been
wrenched off its hinges, and that was where the light came in; also some
of the teak planks of the decking, jagged and splintered, were sticking
up through the carpet. The table had broken from its fastenings and lay
upon its side. Everything else was one confusion. I looked at Bickley.
Apparently he had not awakened. He was stretched out still wedged in
with his cushions and bleeding from a wound in his head. I crept to him
in terror and listened. He was not dead, for his breathing was regular
and natural. The whisky bottle which had been corked was upon the floor
unbroken and about a third full. I took a good pull at the spirit; to
me it tasted like nectar from the gods. Then I tried to force some down
Bickley's throat but could not, so I poured a little upon the cut on his
head. The smart of it woke him in a hurry.

"Where are we now?" he exclaimed. "You don't mean to tell me that Bastin
is right after all and that we live again somewhere else? Oh! I could
never bear that ignominy."

"I don't know about living somewhere else," I said, "although my
opinions on that matter differ from yours. But I do know that you and
I are still on earth in what remains of the saloon of the Star of the

"Thank God for that! Let's go and look for old Bastin," said Bickley. "I
do pray that he is all right also."

"It is most illogical of you, Bickley, and indeed wrong," groaned a deep
voice from the other side of the cabin door, "to thank a God in Whom
you do not believe, and to talk of praying for one of the worst and most
inefficient of His servants when you have no faith in prayer."

"Got you there, my friend," I said.

Bickley murmured something about force of habit, and looked smaller than
I had ever seen him do before.

Somehow we forced that door open; it was not easy because it had jammed.
Within the cabin, hanging on either side of the bath towel which had
stood the strain nobly, something like a damp garment over a linen line,
was Bastin most of whose bunk seemed to have disappeared. Yes--Bastin,
pale and dishevelled and looking shrunk, with his hair touzled and his
beard apparently growing all ways, but still Bastin alive, if very weak.

Bickley ran at him and made a cursory examination with his fingers.

"Nothing broken," he said triumphantly. "He's all right."

"If you had hung over a towel for many hours in most violent weather you
would not say that," groaned Bastin. "My inside is a pulp. But perhaps
you would be kind enough to untie me."

"Bosh!" said Bickley as he obeyed. "All you want is something to eat.
Meanwhile, drink this," and he handed him the remains of the whisky.

Bastin swallowed it every drop, murmuring something about taking a
little wine for his stomach's sake, "one of the Pauline injunctions, you
know," after which he was much more cheerful. Then we hunted about and
found some more of the biscuits and other food with which we filled
ourselves after a fashion.

"I wonder what has happened," said Bastin. "I suppose that, thanks to
the skill of the captain, we have after all reached the haven where we
would be."

Here he stopped, rubbed his eyes and looked towards the saloon door
which, as I have said, had been wrenched off its hinges, but appeared
to have opened wider than when I observed it last. Also Tommy, who was
recovering his spirits, uttered a series of low growls.

"It is a most curious thing," he went on, "and I suppose I must be
suffering from hallucinations, but I could swear that just now I saw
looking through that door the same improper young woman clothed in a
few flowers and nothing else, whose photograph in that abominable and
libellous book was indirectly the cause of our tempestuous voyage."

"Indeed!" replied Bickley. "Well, so long as she has not got on the
broken-down stays and the Salvation Army bonnet without a crown, which
you may remember she wore after she had fallen into the hands of your
fraternity, I am sure I do not mind. In fact I should be delighted to
see anything so pleasant."

At this moment a distinct sound of female tittering arose from beyond
the door. Tommy barked and Bickley stepped towards it, but I called to

"Look out! Where there are women there are sure to be men. Let us be
ready against accidents."

So we armed ourselves with pistols, that is Bickley and I did, Bastin
being fortified solely with a Bible.

Then we advanced, a remarkable and dilapidated trio, and dragged the
door wide. Instantly there was a scurry and we caught sight of women's
forms wearing only flowers, and but few of these, running over white
sand towards groups of men armed with odd-looking clubs, some of which
were fashioned to the shapes of swords and spears. To make an impression
I fired two shots with my revolver into the air, whereupon both men and
women fled into groves of trees and vanished.

"They don't seem to be accustomed to white people," said Bickley. "Is it
possible that we have found a shore upon which no missionary has set a

"I hope so," said Bastin, "seeing that unworthy as I am, then the
opportunities for me would be very great."

We stood still and looked about us. This was what we saw. All the after
part of the ship from forward of the bridge had vanished utterly; there
was not a trace of it; she had as it were been cut in two. More, we were
some considerable distance from the sea which was still raging over a
quarter of a mile away where great white combers struck upon a reef
and spouted into the air. Behind us was a cliff, apparently of rock but
covered with earth and vegetation, and against this cliff, in which the
prow of the ship was buried, she, or what remained of her, had come to
anchor for the last time.

"You see what has happened," I said. "A great tidal wave has carried us
up here and retreated."

"That's it," exclaimed Bickley. "Look at the debris," and he pointed to
torn-up palms, bushes and seaweed piled into heaps which still ran salt
water; also to a number of dead fish that lay about among them, adding,
"Well, we are saved anyhow."

"And yet there are people like you who say that there is no Providence!"
ejaculated Bastin.

"I wonder what the views of Captain Astley and the crew are, or rather
were, upon that matter," interrupted Bickley.

"I don't know," answered Bastin, looking about him vaguely. "It is true
that I can't see any of them, but if they are drowned no doubt it is
because their period of usefulness in this world had ended."

"Let's get down and look about us," I remarked, being anxious to avoid
further argument.

So we scrambled from the remnant of the ship, like Noah descending out
of the ark, as Bastin said, on to the beach beneath, where Tommy rushed
to and fro, gambolling for joy. Here we discovered a path which ran
diagonally up the side of a cliff which was nowhere more than fifty or
sixty feet in height, and possibly had once formed the shore of this
land, or perhaps that of a lake. Up this path we went, following the
tracks of many human feet, and reaching the crest of the cliff, looked
about us, basking as we did so in the beautiful morning sun, for the sky
was now clear of clouds and with that last awful effort, which destroyed
our ship, the cyclone had passed away.

We were standing on a plain down which ran a little stream of good water
whereof Tommy drank greedily, we following his example. To the right and
left of this plain, further than we could see, stretched bushland over
which towered many palms, rather ragged now because of the lashing of
the gale. Looking inland we perceived that the ground sloped gently
downwards, ending at a distance of some miles in a large lake. Far out
in this lake something like the top of a mountain of a brown colour
rose above the water, and on the edge of it was what from that distance
appeared to be a tumbled ruin.

"This is all very interesting," I said to Bickley. "What do you make of

"I don't quite know. At first sight I should say that we are standing on
the lip of a crater of some vast extinct volcano. Look how it curves to
north and south and at the slope running down to the lake."

I nodded.

"Lucky that the tidal wave did not get over the cliff," I said. "If it
had the people here would have all been drowned out. I wonder where they
have gone?"

As I spoke Bastin pointed to the edge of the bush some hundreds of yards
away, where we perceived brown figures slipping about among the trees. I
suggested that we should go back to the mouth of our path, so as to have
a line of retreat open in case of necessity, and await events. So we did
and there stood still. By degrees the brown figures emerged on to the
plain to the number of some hundreds, and we saw that they were both
male and female. The women were clothed in nothing except flowers and a
little girdle; the men were all armed with wooden weapons and also wore
a girdle but no flowers. The children, of whom there were many, were
quite naked.

Among these people we observed a tall person clothed in what seemed to
be a magnificent feather cloak, and, walking around and about him, a
number of grotesque forms adorned with hideous masks and basket-like
head-dresses that were surmounted by plumes.

"The king or chief and his priests or medicine-men! This is splendid,"
said Bickley triumphantly.

Bastin also contemplated them with enthusiasm as raw material upon which
he hoped to get to work.

By degrees and very cautiously they approached us. To our joy, we
perceived that behind them walked several young women who bore wooden
trays of food or fruit.

"That looks well," I said. "They would not make offerings unless they
were friendly."

"The food may be poisoned," remarked Bickley suspiciously.

The crowd advanced, we standing quite still looking as dignified as we
could, I as the tallest in the middle, with Tommy sitting at my feet.
When they were about five and twenty yards away, however, that wretched
little dog caught sight of the masked priests. He growled and then
rushed at them barking, his long black ears flapping as he went.

The effect was instantaneous. One and all they turned and fled
precipitately, who evidently had never before seen a dog and looked
upon it as a deadly creature. Yes, even the tall chief and his masked
medicine-men fled like hares pursued by Tommy, who bit one of them in
the leg, evoking a terrific howl. I called him back and took him into
my arms. Seeing that he was safe for a while the crowd reformed and once
again advanced.

As they came we noted that they were a wonderfully handsome people, tall
and straight with regularly shaped features and nothing of the negro
about them. Some of the young women might even be called beautiful,
though those who were elderly had become corpulent. The feather-clothed
chief, however, was much disfigured by a huge growth with a narrow stalk
to it that hung from his neck and rested on his shoulder.

"I'll have that off him before he is a week older," said Bickley,
surveying this deformity with great professional interest.

On they came, the girls with the platters walking ahead. On one of these
were what looked like joints of baked pork, on another some plantains
and pear-shaped fruits. They knelt down and offered these to us. We
contemplated them for a while. Then Bickley shook his head and began
to rub his stomach with appropriate contortions. Clearly they were
quick-minded enough for they saw the point. At some words the girls
brought the platters to the chief and others, who took from them
portions of the food at hazard and ate them to show that it was not
poisoned, we watching their throats the while to make sure that it was
swallowed. Then they returned again and we took some of the food though
only Bickley ate, because, as I pointed out to him, being a doctor who
understood the use of antidotes; clearly he should make the experiment.
However, nothing happened; indeed he said that it was very good.

After this there came a pause. Then suddenly Bastin took up his parable
in the Polynesian tongue which--to a certain extent--he had acquired
with so much pains.

"What is this place called?" he asked slowly and distinctly, pausing
between each word.

His audience shook their heads and he tried again, putting the accents
on different syllables. Behold! some bright spirit understood him and


"That means a hill, or an island, or a hill in an island," whispered
Bickley to me.

"Who is your God?" asked Bastin again.

The point seemed one upon which they were a little doubtful, but at last
the chief answered, "Oro. He who fights."

"In other words, Mars," said Bickley.

"I will give you a better one," said Bastin in the same slow fashion.

Thinking that he referred to himself these children of Nature
contemplated his angular form doubtfully and shook their heads. Then for
the first time one of the men who was wearing a mask and a wicker crate
on his head, spoke in a hollow voice, saying:

"If you try Oro will eat you up."

"Head priest!" said Bickley, nudging me. "Old Bastin had better be
careful or he will get his teeth into him and call them Oro's."

Another pause, after which the man in a feather cloak with the growth on
his neck that a servant was supporting, said:

"I am Marama, the chief of Orofena. We have never seen men like you
before, if you are men. What brought you here and with you that fierce
and terrible animal, or evil spirit which makes a noise and bites?"

Now Bickley pretended to consult me who stood brooding and majestic,
that is if I can be majestic. I whispered something and he answered:

"The gods of the wind and the sea."

"What nonsense," ejaculated Bastin, "there are no such things."

"Shut up," I said, "we must use similes here," to which he replied:

"I don't like similes that tamper with the truth."

"Remember Neptune and Aeolus," I suggested, and he lapsed into
consideration of the point.

"We knew that you were coming," said Marama. "Our doctors told us all
about you a moon ago. But we wish that you would come more gently, as
you nearly washed away our country."

After looking at me Bickley replied:

"How thankful should you be that in our kindness we have spared you."

"What do you come to do?" inquired Marama again. After the usual formula
of consulting me Bickley answered:

"We come to take that mountain (he meant lump) off your neck and make
you beautiful; also to cure all the sickness among your people."

"And I come," broke in Bastin, "to give you new hearts."

These announcements evidently caused great excitement. After
consultation Marama answered:

"We do not want new hearts as the old ones are good, but we wish to be
rid of lumps and sicknesses. If you can do this we will make you gods
and worship you and give you many wives." (Here Bastin held up his hands
in horror.) "When will you begin to take away the lumps?"

"To-morrow," said Bickley. "But learn that if you try to harm us we will
bring another wave which will drown all your country."

Nobody seemed to doubt our capacities in this direction, but one
inquiring spirit in a wicker crate did ask how it came about that if we
controlled the ocean we had arrived in half a canoe instead of a whole

Bickley replied to the effect that it was because the gods always
travelled in half-canoes to show their higher nature, which seemed to
satisfy everyone. Then we announced that we had seen enough of them for
that day and would retire to think. Meanwhile we should be obliged if
they would build us a house and keep us supplied with whatever food they

"Do the gods eat?" asked the sceptic again.

"That fellow is a confounded radical," I whispered to Bickley. "Tell him
that they do when they come to Orofena."

He did so, whereon the chief said:

"Would the gods like a nice young girl cooked?"

At this point Bastin retired down the path, realising that he had to do
with cannibals. We said that we preferred to look at the girls alive and
would meet them again to-morrow morning, when we hoped that the house
would be ready.

So our first interview with the inhabitants of Orofena came to an end,
on which we congratulated ourselves.

On reaching the remains of the Star of the South we set to work to take
stock of what was left to us. Fortunately it proved to be a very great
deal. As I think I mentioned, all the passenger part of the yacht lay
forward of the bridge, just in front of which the vessel had been broken
in two, almost as cleanly as though she were severed by a gigantic
knife. Further our stores were forward and practically everything else
that belonged to us, even down to Bickley's instruments and medicines
and Bastin's religious works, to say nothing of a great quantity of
tinned food and groceries. Lastly on the deck above the saloon had
stood two large lifeboats. Although these were amply secured at the
commencement of the gale one of them, that on the port side, was smashed
to smithers; probably some spar had fallen upon it. The starboard
boat, however, remained intact and so far as we could judge, seaworthy,
although the bulwarks were broken by the waves.

"There's something we can get away in if necessary," I said.

"Where to?" remarked Bastin. "We don't know where we are or if there is
any other land within a thousand miles. I think we had better stop here
as Providence seems to have intended, especially when there is so much
work to my hand."

"Be careful," answered Bickley, "that the work to your hand does not end
in the cutting of all our throats. It is an awkward thing interfering
with the religion of savages, and I believe that these untutored
children of Nature sometimes eat missionaries."

"Yes, I have heard that," said Bastin; "they bake them first as they do
pigs. But I don't know that they would care to eat me," and he glanced
at his bony limbs, "especially when you are much plumper. Anyhow one
can't stop for a risk of that sort."

Deigning no reply, Bickley walked away to fetch some fine fish which
had been washed up by the tidal wave and were still flapping about in
a little pool of salt water. Then we took counsel as to how to make the
best of our circumstances, and as a result set to work to tidy up the
saloon and cabins, which was not difficult as what remained of the ship

lay on an even keel. Also we got out some necessary stores, including
paraffin for the swinging lamps with which the ship was fitted in case
of accident to the electric light, candles, and the guns we had brought
with us so that they might be handy in the event of attack. This done,
by the aid of the tools that were in the storerooms, Bickley, who was an
excellent carpenter, repaired the saloon door, all that was necessary to
keep us private, as the bulkhead still remained.

"Now," he said triumphantly when he had finished and got the lock and
bolts to work to his satisfaction, "we can stand a siege if needed, for
as the ship is iron built they can't even burn us out and that teak door
would take some forcing. Also we can shore it up."

"How about something to eat? I want my tea," said Bastin.

"Then, my reverend friend," replied Bickley, "take a couple of the fire
buckets and fetch some water from the stream. Also collect driftwood of
which there is plenty about, clean those fish and grill them over the
saloon stove."

"I'll try," said Bastin, "but I never did any cooking before."

"No," replied Bickley, "on second thoughts I will see to that myself,
but you can get the fish ready."

So, with due precautions, Bastin and I fetched water from the stream
which we found flowed over the edge of the cliff quite close at hand
into a beautiful coral basin that might have been designed for a bath of
the nymphs. Indeed one at a time, while the other watched, we undressed
and plunged into it, and never was a tub more welcome than after our
long days of tempest. Then we returned to find that Bickley had already
set the table and was engaged in frying the fish very skilfully on the
saloon stove, which proved to be well adapted to the purpose. He was
cross, however, when he found that we had bathed and that it was now too
late for him to do likewise.

While he was cleaning himself as well as he could in his cabin basin and
Bastin was boiling water for tea, suddenly I remembered the letter from
the Danish mate Jacobsen. Concluding that it might now be opened as we
had certainly parted with most of the Star of the South for the last
time, I read it. It was as follows:

"The reason, honoured Sir, that I am leaving the ship is that on the
night I tore up the paper, the spirit controlling the planchette wrote
these words: 'After leaving Samoa the Star of the South will be wrecked
in a hurricane and everybody on board drowned except A. B. and B. Get
out of her! Get out of her! Don't be a fool, Jacob, unless you want to
come over here at once. Take our advice and get out of her and you will
live to be old.--SKOLL."

"Sir, I am not a coward but I know that this will happen, for that
spirit which signs itself Skoll never tells a lie. I did try to give
the captain a hint to stop at Apia, but he had been drinking and openly
cursed me and called me a sneaking cheat. So I am going to run away,
of which I am very much ashamed. But I do not wish to be drowned yet as
there is a girl whom I want to marry, and my mother I support. You will
be safe and I hope you will not think too badly of me.--JACOB JACOBSEN.

"P.S.--It is an awful thing to know the future. Never try to learn

I gave this letter to Bastin and Bickley to read and asked them what
they thought of it.

"Coincidence," said Bickley. "The man is a weak-minded idiot and heard
in Samoa that they expected a hurricane."

"I think," chimed in Bastin, "that the devil knows how to look after his
own at any rate for a little while. I dare say it would have been much
better for him to be drowned."

"At least he is a deserter and failed in his duty. I never wish to hear
of him again," I said.

As a matter of fact I never have. But the incident remains quite
unexplained either by Bickley or Bastin.

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