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 Sierra Leone to Cameroons, but they are extra prevalent on the Gold Coast and in Calabar.

These traps are usually pots containing something attractive to the soul, and in this bait are concealed knives or fish-hooks—fish-hooks when the witch wants to catch the soul to keep, knives when the desire is just to injure it.

In the case of the lacerated dream-soul, when it returns to its owner, it makes him feel very unwell; but the symptoms are quite different from those arising from loss of dream-soul or from a sisa.

The reason for catching dream-souls with hooks is usually a low mercenary one. You see, many patients insist on having their own dream-soul put back into them—they don't want a substitute from the doctor's store—so of course the soul has to be bought from the witch who has got it. Sometimes, however, the witch is the hireling of some one intent on injuring a particular person and keen on capturing the soul for this purpose, though too frightened to kill his enemy outright. So the soul is not only caught and kept, but tortured, hung up over the canoe fire and so on, and thus, even if the patient has another dream-soul put in, so long as his original soul is in the hands of a torturer, he is uncomfortable.

On one occasion, for example, I heard one of the Kru boys who were with me making more row in his sleep, more resounding slaps and snores and grunts than even a normal Kru boy does, and, resolving in my mind that what that young man really required was one of my pet pills, I went to see him. I found him asleep under a thick blanket and with a handkerchief tied over his face. It was a hot night, and the man and his blanket were as wet with sweat as if they had been dragged through a river. I suggested

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 to head-man that the handkerchief muzzle should come off, and was informed by him that for several nights previously the man had dreamt of that savoury dish, crawfish seasoned with red pepper. He had become anxious, and consulted the head-man, who decided that undoubtedly some witch was setting a trap for his dream-soul with this bait, with intent, &c. Care was now being taken to, as it were, keep the dream-soul at home. I of course did not interfere and the patient completely recovered.

We will now pass on to diseases arising from disorders in the other three souls of a man. The immortal or surviving soul is liable to a disease that its body suffered from during its previous time on earth, born again with it. Such diseases are quite incurable, and I only personally know of them in the Calabar and Niger Delta, where reincarnation is strongly believed in.

Then come the diseases that arise from injury to the shadow-soul. It strikes one as strange at first to see men who have been walking, say, through forest or grass land on a blazing hot morning quite happily, on arrival at a piece of clear ground or a village square, most carefully go round it, not across, and you will soon notice that they only do this at noontime, and learn that they fear losing their shadow. I asked some Bakwiri I once came across who were particularly careful in this matter why they were not anxious about losing their shadows when night came down and they disappeared in the surrounding darkness, and was told that that was all right, because at night all shadows lay down in the shadow of the Great God, and so got stronger. Had I not seen how strong and long a shadow, be it of man or tree or of the great mountain itself, was in the early morning time? Ah me! I said, the proverb

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 is true that says the turtle can teach the spider. I never thought of that.

Murders are sometimes committed by secretly driving a nail or knife into a man's shadow, and so on; but if the murderer be caught red-handed at it, he or she would be forthwith killed, for all diseases arising from the shadow-soul are incurable. No man's shadow is like that of his own brother, says the proverb.

Now we come to that very grave class of diseases which arise from disorders of the bush-soul. These diseases are not all incurable, nevertheless they are very intractable and expensive to cure. This bush-soul is, as I have said, resident in some wild animal in the forest. It may be in only an earth pig, or it may be in a leopard, and, quite providentially for the medical profession no layman can see his own soul—it is not as if it were connected with all earth pigs, or all leopards, as the case may be, but it is in one particular earth pig or leopard or other animal—so recourse must be had to medical aid when anything goes wrong with it. It is usually in the temper that the bush-soul suffers. It is liable to get a sort of aggrieved neglected feeling, and want things given it. When you wander about the wild gloomy forests of the Calabar region, you will now and again come across, far away from all human habitation or plantation, tiny huts, under whose shelter lies some offering or its remains. Those are offerings administered by direction of a witch doctor to appease a bush-soul. For not only can a witch doctor see what particular animal a man's bush-soul is in, but he can also see whereabouts in the forest that animal is. Still, these bush-souls are not easily appeased. The worst of it is that a man may be himself a quiet steady man, careful of his diet

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 and devoted to a whole skin, and yet his bush-soul be a reckless blade, scorning danger, and thereby getting itself shot by some hunter or killed in a trap or pit; and if his bush-soul dies, the man it is connected with dies. Therefore if the hunter who has killed it can be found out—a thing a witch doctor cannot do unless he happens by chance to have had his professional eye on that bush-soul at the time of the catastrophe; because, as it were, at death the bush- soul ceases to exist—that hunter has to pay compensation to the family of the deceased. On the other hand, if the man belonging to the bush-soul dies, the bush-soul animal has to die too. It rushes to and fro in the forest—"can no longer find a good place." If it sees a fire, it rushes into that; if it sees a lot of hunters, it rushes among them―anyhow, it gets itself killed off.

We will now turn our attention to that other great division of diseases—namely such as are caused only and directly by human agency. Those I have already detained you too long over are caused by spirits acting on their own account, for even in the case of the trapped dream-souls they are held themselves to have shown contributory negligence in getting hooked or cut in traps.

The others arise from what is called witchcraft. You will often hear it said that the general idea among savage races is that death always arises from witchcraft; but I think, from what I have said regarding diseases arising from bush-souls' bad tempers, from contracting a sisa, from losing the shadow at high noon, and from, it may be, other causes I have not spoken of, that this generalisation is for West Africa too sweeping. But undoubtedly sixty per cent of the deaths are believed to arise from witchcraft. I would put the percentage higher, were it not for the terrible

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, Third Edition variety of choices available to the author that must be evaluated, but the actual work that the author created.

310.9 Material Composition of the Work

As a general rule, the materials used to create a work have no bearing on the originality analysis. For example, the U.S. Copyright Office will not consider the fact that a jewelry design was constructed with precious metals or gemstones, or the fact that a silk screen was printed on a particular paper stock.

310.10 Commercial Appeal or Success

The U.S. Copyright Office will not consider the marketability or commercial success of the work, because these issues are irrelevant to the originality analysis. “Works may experience commercial success even without originality and works with originality may enjoy none whatsoever.” Paul Morelli Design, Inc. v. Tiffany & Co., 200 F. Supp. 2d 482, 488 (E.D. Pa. 2002).

311 Derivative Works

This Section discusses the U.S. Copyright Office’s practices and procedures for evaluating the copyrightability of a.

For a definition and general discussion of derivative works, see. For specific instructions on how to prepare an application to register this type of work, see, , , , and.

311.1 Copyrightable Subject Matter

A may be registered with the U.S. Copyright Office, provided that it constitutes  subject matter.

As discussed in above, derivative works are a subset of the subject matter categories, rather than a separate and distinct category of work. In other words, the new material that the author contributed to the derivative work must fall “within one or more of the categories listed in section 102 [of the Copyright Act].” 94-1476, at 57 (1976), reprinted in 1976 U.S.C.C.A.N. at 5670. If the new material does not fall within one or more of the congressionally established categories of authorship, the may communicate with the  if the authorship is questionable or may refuse registration. For example, the Office may register a drawing of a dress or a photograph of a garden, but it cannot register a “revised dress design” or a “genetically modified plant,” because clothing and plants do not constitute copyrightable subject matter under Section 102(a) of the Copyright Act. Cf. Registration of Claims to Copyright, 77 Fed. Reg. 37,605, 37,606 (June 22, 2012).

In addition, the preexisting work that has been recast, transformed, or adapted, “must come within the general subject matter of copyright set forth in section 102, regardless of whether it is or was ever copyrighted.” 94-1476, at 57 (1976), reprinted in 1976 U.S.C.C.A.N. at 5670. In other words, the preexisting work must qualify as a ; a musical work; a dramatic work; a or ; Chapter 300 : 15


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 mortality from tetanus among children, which sometimes is and sometimes is not put down to witchcraft, and the mortality from smallpox and the sleep disease down south in Loango and Kakongo, those diseases not being in any case that I have had personal acquaintance with imputed to witchcraft at all. Indeed I venture to think that any disease that takes an epidemic form is regarded as a scourge sent by some great outraged Nature spirit, not a mere human dabbler in devils. I have dealt with witchcraft itself elsewhere, therefore now I only speak regarding it medically; and I think, roughly speaking, not absolutely, mind you, that the witching something out of a man is the most common iniquity of witchcraft from Cape Juby to Cameroons, the region of the true Negro stock; while from Cameroons to Benguella—the limit of my knowledge to the south on the western side of the continent—the most common iniquity of witchcraft is witching something into him. As in the diseases arising from the loss of the dream-soul I have briefly dealt with the witching something out, I now turn to the witching something in.

I well remember, in 1893, being then new to and easily alarmed by the West Coast, going into a village in Kakongo one afternoon and seeing several unpleasant-looking objects stuck on poles. Investigation showed they were the lungs, livers, or spleens of human beings; and local information stated that they were the powers of witches—witches that had been killed and, on examination, found to have inside them these things, dangerous to the state and society at large. Where from it was the custom to stick up on poles these things as warnings to the general public not to harbour in their individual interiors things to use against their fellow-creatures. They mutely but firmly said,

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 "See! if you turn witch, your inside will be stuck on a pole."

I may remark that in many districts of the South-West coast and middle Congo it is customary when a person dies in an unexplainable way, namely without shedding blood, to hold a post-mortem. In some cases the post mortem discloses the path of the witch through the victim—usually, I am informed, the injected witch feeds on the victim's lungs—in other cases the post-mortem discloses the witch power itself, demonstrating that the deceased was a keeper of witch power, or, as we should say, a witch.

Once when I was at Batanga a woman dropped down on the beach and died. The usual post-mortem was held, and local feeling ran high. "She no complain, she no say nothing, and then she go die one time." The post-mortem disclosed what I think you would term a ruptured aneurism of the aorta, but the local verdict was "she done witch herself"—namely that she was a witch, who had been eaten by her own power, therefore there were great rejoicings over her death.

This dire catastrophe is, however, liable to overtake legitimate medical men. All reasonable people in every clime allow a certain latitude to doctors. They are supposed to know things other people need not, and to do things, like dissections and such, that other people should not, and no one thinks any the worse of them. This is the case with the African physician, whom we roughly call the witch doctor, but whose full title is the combatant of the evils worked by witches and devils on human souls and human property. This medical man has, from the exigencies of his profession, to keep in his own inside a power, and a good strong one at that, which he can employ in his

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Ethiopia is a classic example of how severely degraded ecosystems, agricultural and pasture lands, and poorly utilized water resources can exacerbate poverty, food insecurity, loss of biodiversity, and even aggravate conflict. By incorporating environmental issues into USAID’s work in Ethiopia, we strive to promote sustainable development, livelihoods, resilience, and disaster readiness.

In 2021, as part of Ethiopia's updated Nationally Determined Contribution under the Paris Agreement, the Government of Ethiopia announced ambitious emissions cuts and other commitments, including:

 * Reduce emissions by 68 percent by 2030

 * Reforest and restore up to 15 million hectares

USAID’S CLIMATE CHANGE PROGRAM: OBJECTIVES AND RESULTS

USAID supports Ethiopia’s development and climate priorities through a series of interlinked activities and partnerships. USAID is currently partnering with Ethiopian communities across the country to promote soil and water conservation. We are also protecting critical watersheds and promoting the sustainable use of water resources. By using innovative technologies USAID is also forecasting weather patterns to predict potential droughts or other climate shocks—and to strengthen disaster planning and improve food security.

USAID is also investing in sustaining Ethiopia’s pastoral and agricultural sectors. This includes partnering with local pastoral communities to improve land management. Supporting the disaster risk management of communities across the country is also key—which includes helping them to invest in climate resilient livelihoods, and to improve their adaptation to climate shocks. All told, these investments are improving food security for millions of the most vulnerable throughout the country.

ADAPTATION

USAID supports Ethiopian communities and households to adapt and respond to climate change impacts. As the cycle of droughts, floods, and other climate-related shocks has accelerated, USAID is investing in improving disaster risk management and response. USAID.GOV


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, Third Edition a ; a or ; a ; and/or an. For example, a ballet based on an epic poem would be considered a derivative work, because a poem is a type of literary work. By contrast, a photograph of a lake or a sculpture of a mountain would not be considered a derivative work, because lakes and mountains do not constitute copyrightable subject matter.

The fact that the author incorporated uncopyrightable elements of a preexisting work into his or her work does not necessarily mean that the author’s expression qualifies as a derivative work. For example, merely incorporating a word, letter, number, or common geometric shape from one or more preexisting works does not constitute derivative authorship. Instead, the author of the derivative work must recast, transform, or adapt some of the copyrightable portions of a preexisting work. See 94-1476, at 57 (1976), reprinted in 1976 U.S.C.C.A.N. at 5670 (explaining that a derivative work “requires a process of recasting, transforming, or adapting ‘one or more preexisting works’” and that “the ‘preexisting work’ must come within the general subject matter of copyright” whereas “[a] ‘’ results from a process of selecting, bringing together, organizing and arranging previously existing material of all kinds, regardless of whether the individual items in the material have been or ever could have been subject to copyright.”).

311.2 The Originality Requirement for Derivative Works

Creating a requires “a process of recasting, transforming, or adapting ‘one or more preexisting works.’”  94-1476 at 57 (1976), reprinted in 1976 U.S.C.C.A.N. at 5670. Thus, derivative works contain two distinct forms of authorship: The new authorship that the author contributed to the derivative work may be registered, provided that it contains a sufficient amount of original expression, meaning that the derivative work must be independently created and it must possess more than a modicum of creativity. See Waldman Publishing Corp. v. Landoll, Inc., 43 F.3d 775, 782 (2d Cir. 1994).
 * The authorship in the preexisting work(s) that has been recast, transformed, or adapted within the derivative work; and
 * The new authorship involved in recasting, transforming, or adapting those preexisting work(s).

As discussed in, independent creation means that the author(s) named in the application created the new or revised material that the intends to register, “and this in turn means that the work must not consist of actual copying.” L. Batlin & Son, 536 F.2d at 490 (citation omitted).

The amount of creativity required for a derivative work is the same as that required for a copyright in any other work. “All that is needed to satisfy both the Constitution and the statute is that the ‘author’ contributed something more than a ‘merely trivial’ variation, something recognizably ‘his own.’” Alfred Bell & Co. v. Catalda Fine Arts, Inc., 191 F.2d 99, 102–03 (2d Cir. 1951) (citing Chamberlin v. Uris Sales Corp., 150 F.2d 512, 513 (2d. Cir. Chapter 300 : 16


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 KEY RESULTS

 * Households actively participating in USAID resilience interventions in Ethiopia’s lowlands experienced a 50 percent lower decline in food security than non-participating households during the extended 2015 to 2017 drought.

 * During times of drought, USAID provides subsidies to livestock traders. These small subsidies helped cover the cost of transport, feed, and veterinary services, which helped livestock reach feedlots and markets. Because of USAID’s help, producers are able to get a fair price and traders are able to stay in business. Since 2017, with a subsidy of $78,000, USAID leveraged over $1.4 million in livestock sales that would have otherwise died due to the drought.

 * From 2020 to 2021 USAID’s in-depth assistance on flood disaster preparedness and response in five sub-districts reduced the number of people affected by floods from 24,000 to only 600. More than 5,000 households relocated to safe zones before flooding occurred in 2021.

KEY ADAPTATION PROGRAMS

 * USAID’s Household Economy Approach uses novel methods of identifying vulnerable households to provides climate-related monitoring, analysis, forecasting, and early warning capacity to local communities and local disaster risk management authorities

 * USAID’s Disaster Leadership activity partners with young professionals to build a corps of disaster risk management professions, with skills including strengthening climate and disaster risk analysis and community-based contingency planning.

NATURAL CLIMATE SOLUTIONS

In Ethiopia USAID promotes sustainable forest, agricultural, and community land management to address the causes of land use change, promote sustainable livelihoods, and increase the effectiveness of environmental policies. Protecting forests and other key ecosystems sustains livelihoods, mitigates climate change risks, and maintains environmental services like biodiversity preservation, carbon capture, and water purification.

KEY RESULTS

 * Invested in soil and water conservation of 63,614 hectares of land, including planting over 42 million tree seedlings.

 * Mapped 4 million hectares of rangeland using satellite vegetation data to enable herders to manage their grazing lands.

 * Supported 23 sub-districts to develop community-level disaster risk management assessments and action plans. USAID also provided training on climate vulnerability analysis.

KEY NATURAL CLIMATE SOLUTIONS PROGRAMS

 * Feed the Future Ethiopia Highlands Resilience activity supports highland communities and households to strengthen their climate resilience and to pursue sustainable livelihoods that adapt to climate change impacts. USAID.GOV


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 aration was not their only reason for rebelling. The waters had been the first to give praise to God, and when their separation into upper and lower was decreed, the waters above rejoiced, saying, “Blessed are we who are privileged to abide near our Creator and near His Holy Throne.”

Jubilating thus, they flew upward, and uttered song and praise to the Creator of the world. Sadness fell upon the waters below. They lamented: “Woe unto us, we have not been found worthy to dwell in the presence of God, and praise Him together with our companions.” Therefore they attempted to rise upward, until God repulsed them, and pressed them under the earth. Yet they were not left unrewarded for their loyalty. Whenever the waters above desire to give praise to God, they must first seek permission from the waters below.

The second day of creation was an untoward day in more than the one respect that it introduced a breach where before there had been nothing but unity; for it was the day that saw also the creation of hell. Therefore God could not say of this day as of the others, that He “saw that it was good.”

A division may be necessary, but it cannot be called good, and hell surely does not deserve the attribute of good.

Hell has seven divisions, one beneath the other. They are called Sheol, Abaddon, Beër Shahat, Țiț ha-Yawen, Shaʿare Mawet, Shaʿare Ẓalmawet, and Gehenna. It requires three hundred years to traverse the height, or the width, or the depth of each division, and it would take six thousand three hundred years to go over a tract of land equal in extent to the seven divisions.

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 practice by sending it into patients to fetch out other witch powers, sisas, or any miscellaneous kind of devil that may have got into them. His position is totally different from that of the layman. He is known to possess a witch power, and the knowledge of how to employ it; but instead of this making him an object of aversion to his fellow-men, it secures for him esteem and honour, and the more terrifically powerful his power is known to be, the more respect he gains; for suppose you were taken ill by a real bad devil, you would prefer a medical man whose power was at least up to that devil's fighting weight.

Nevertheless his having to keep the dangerous devil in his own inside exposes the witch doctor to grave personal danger, for if, from a particularly healthy season, or some notorious quack coming into his district, his practice falls off, and his power is thereby not kept fed, that unfortunate man is liable to be attacked by it. This was given me as the cause of the death of a great doctor in the Chiloango district, and I heard the same thing from the Ncomi district, so it is clear that many eminent men are cut off in the midst of their professional career in this way.

As for what this power is like in its corporal form, I can only say that it is evidently various. One witch doctor I know just to the north of Loango always made it a practice to give his patients a brisk emetic as soon as he was called in, and he always found young crocodiles in the consequences. I remember seeing him in one case secure six lively young crocodiles that had apparently been very recently hatched. These were witch powers. Again, I was informed of a witch who was killed near the Bungo River having had found inside him a thing like a lizard, but with wings like a bat. The most peculiar form of witch power I have heard of as being

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 found inside a patient was on the Ogowe from two native friends, both of them very intelligent, reliable men, one of them a Bible reader. They said that about two years previously a relation of theirs had been badly witched. A doctor had been called in, who administered an emetic, and there appeared upon the scene a strange little animal that grew with visible rapidity. An hour after its coming to light it crawled and got out of the basin, and finally it flew away. It had bat's wings and a body and tail like a lizard. This catawampus, my informant held, had been witched into the man when it was "small, small"—namely, very small. It might, they thought, have been given to their relation in some food or drink by an enemy, but for sure, if it had not been disturbed by that emetic, it would have grown up inside the man and have eaten its way out through his vitals.

From the whole of the above statements I think I have shown you that if as a witch doctor you are called in to a patient who is ill, but who is not showing blood anywhere, your diagnosis will be that he has got some sort or another of devil the matter with him, and that the first indication is to find out who put that devil in, because, in the majority of cases, until you know this you can't get it out; the second is to get it out; the third is to prevent its getting adrift, and into some one else.

I have only briefly sketched the ideas and methods of witch doctors in West Africa, in so far as treatment is concerned. The infinite variety of methods employed in detecting who has been the witch in a given case; the infinite variety of incantations and so on, I have no space to dwell on here, and will conclude by giving you a general sketch of the career of a witch doctor.

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 and in each compartment there are seven rivers of fire and seven of hail. The width of each is one thousand ells, its depth one thousand, and its length three hundred, and they flow one from the other, and are supervised by ninety thousand Angels of Destruction. There are, besides, in every compartment seven thousand caves, in every cave there are seven thousand crevices, and in every crevice seven thousand scorpions. Every scorpion has three hundred rings, and in every ring seven thousand pouches of venom, from which flow seven rivers of deadly poison. If a man handles it, he immediately bursts, every limb is torn from his body, his bowels are cleft asunder, and he falls upon his face. There are also five different kinds of fire in hell. One devours and absorbs, another devours and does not absorb, while the third absorbs and does not devour, and there is still another fire, which neither devours nor absorbs, and furthermore a fire which devours fire. There are coals big as mountains, and coals big as hills, and coals as large as the Dead Sea, and coals like huge stones, and there are rivers of pitch and sulphur flowing and seething like live coals.

The third creation of the second day were the angel hosts, both the ministering angels and the angels of praise. The reason they had not been called into being on the first day was, lest men believe that the angels assisted God in the creation of the heavens and the earth.

The angels that are fashioned from fire have forms of fire, but only so long as they remain in heaven. When they descend to earth, to do the bidding of God here below, either they are changed into wind, or they assume the guise of men. There are ten ranks or degrees among the angels.


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 We will start with the medical student stage. Now, every West African tribe has a secret society—two, in fact, one for men and one for women. Every free man has to pass through the secret society of his tribe. If during this education the Elders of this society discover that a boy is what is called in Calabar an ebumtup—a person who can see spirits—the elders of the society advise that he should be brought up to the medical profession. Their advice is generally taken, and the boy is apprenticed as it were to a witch doctor, who requires a good fee with him. This done, he proceeds with his studies, learns the difference between the dream-soul basket and the one sisas are kept in—a mistake between the two would be on a par with mistaking oxalic acid for Epsom salts. He is then taught how to howl in a professional way, and, by watching his professor, picks up his bedside manner. If he can acquire a showy way of having imitation epileptic fits, so much the better. In fact, as a medical student, you have to learn pretty well as much there as here. You must know the dispositions, the financial position, little scandals, &c., of the inhabitants of the whole district, for these things are of undoubted use in divination and the finding of witches, and in addition you must be able skilfully to dispense charms, and know what babies say before their own mothers can. Then some day your professor and instructor dies, his own professional power eats him, or he tackles a disease-causing spirit that is one too many for him, and on you descend his paraphernalia and his practice.

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 * Feed the Future Ethiopia Land Governance activity supports pastoral communities to get communal land titling and to use their land based on participatory land use plans. Community land governance entities managed the use of land by enforcing bylaws approved by community members. This ensures sustainable landscape helping to exercise climate smart agriculture, protect the environment and improve agriculture productivity.

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 same class. This does not altogether limit you as a successor to a certain line of practice, but, as no one spirit can do all things, it tends to make you a specialist. I know a district where, if any one wanted a canoe charm, they went to one medical man; if a charm to keep thieves off their plantation, to another.

This brings us to the practice itself, and it may be divided into two divisions. First, prophylactic methods, namely, making charms to protect your patient's wives, children, goats, plantations, canoes, &c. from damage, houses from fire, &c., &c., and to protect the patient himself from wild animals and all danger by land or water. This is a very paying part, but full of anxiety. For example, put yourself in the place of a Mpangwe medical friend of mine. You have with much trouble got a really valuable spirit to come into a paste made of blood and divers things, and having made it into a sausage form, and done it round with fibre wonderfully neatly, you have painted it red outside to please the spirits—because spirits like red, they think it's blood. Well, in a week or so the man you administered it to comes back and says "that thing's no good." His paddle has broken more often than before he had the thing. The amount of rocks, and floating trees, to say nothing of snags, is, he should say, about double the normal, whereby he has lost a whole canoe load of European goods, and, in short, he doesn't think much of you as a charm maker. Then he expectorates and sulks offensively. You take the charm, and tell him it was a perfectly good one when you gave it him, and you never had any complaints before, but you will see what has gone wrong with it. Investigation shows you that the spirit is either dead or absent. In the first case it has been killed by a stronger spirit of its own class; in

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 the second, lured away by bribery. Now this clearly points to your patient's having a dangerous and powerful enemy, and you point it out to him and advise him to have a fresh and more powerful charm—necessarily more expensive—with as little delay as possible. He grumbles, but, realising the danger, pays up, and you make him another. The old one can be thrown away, like an empty pill-box.

The other part of your practice—the clinical—consists in combating those witches who are always up to something—sucking blood of young children, putting fearful wild fowl into people to eat up their most valued viscera, or stealing souls o' nights, blighting crops, &c.

Therefore you see the witch doctor's life is not an idle one; he has not merely to humbug the public and pocket the fees—or I should say "bag," pockets being rare in this region—but he works very hard, and has his anxieties just like a white medical man. The souls that get away from him are a great worry. The death of every patient is a danger to a certain extent, because the patient's soul will be vicious to him until it is buried. But I must say I profoundly admire our West African witch doctors for their theory of sisas as an explanation of their not always being able to insert a new soul into a patient, for by this theory they save themselves somewhat, and do not entail on themselves the treatment their brother medicos have to go through on the Nass River in British Columbia. According to Mr. Fraser, in that benighted Nass River district those native American doctors hold it possible that a doctor may swallow a patient's soul by mistake. This is their theory to account for the strange phenomenon of a patient getting worse instead of better when a doctor has been called in, and so the unfortunate doctor who has had this accident

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 occur is made to stand over his patient while another medical man thrusts his fingers in his throat, another kneads him in the abdomen, and a third medical brother slaps him on the back. All the doctors present have to go through the same ordeal, and if the missing soul does not turn up, the party of doctors go to the head doctor's house to see if by chance he has got it in his box. All the things are taken out of the box, and if the soul is not there, the head doctor, the President of the College of Physicians, the Sir Somebody Something of the district, is held by his heels with his learned head in a hole in the floor, while the other doctors wash his hair. The water used is then taken and poured over the patient's head.

I told this story to all the African witch doctors I knew. I fear, that being hazy in geography, they think it is the practice of the English medical profession; but, anyhow every one of them regarded the doctors of the Nass River as a set of superstitious savages, and imbeciles at that. Of course a medical man had to see to souls, but to go about in squads, administer rough emetics to themselves, instead of to the patients, and as for that head washing—well, people can be fool too much! None of them showed the slightest signs of adopting the British Columbia method, none of them showed even any signs of adopting my suggestion that they should go and teach those benighted brothers of theirs the theory of insisa.

If you ask me frankly whether I think these African witch doctors believe in themselves, I think I must say, Yes; or perhaps it would be safer to say they believe in the theory they work by, for of that there can be very little doubt. I do not fancy they ever claim invincible power over disease;

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178 and friends hold the first place in our affections; but the circle of our good deeds is not to be narrowed by the ties of blood, or sect, or party, and “our country comprehends the endearments of all." We should act in the spirit of the ancient law—"Thou shalt keep no man from the running stream, or from lighting his torch at thy hearth." Our liberality should be really liberal,—like that charity which Jeremy Taylor describes as "friendship to all the world."

Another component principle of this honour is courage, or "greatness of soul," which (continues Cicero) has been well defined by the Stoics as "a virtue contending for justice and honesty;" and its noblest form is a generous contempt for ordinary objects of ambition, not "from a vain or fantastic humour, but from solid principles of reason." The lowest and commoner form of courage is the mere animal virtue of the fighting-cock.

But a character should not only be excellent,—it should be graceful. In gesture and deportment men should strive to acquire that dignified grace of manners "which adds as it were a lustre to our lives." They should avoid affectation and eccentricity; "not to care a farthing what people think of us is a sign not so much of pride as of immodesty." The want of tact—the saying and doing things at the wrong time and place—produces the same discord in society as a false note in music; and harmony of character is of more consequence than harmony of sounds. There is a grace in words as well as in conduct: we should

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Rh avoid unseasonable jests, "and not lard our talk with Greek quotations."

In the path of life, each should follow the bent of his own genius, so far as it is innocent—

Nothing is so difficult (says Cicero) as the choice of a profession, inasmuch as "the choice has commonly to be made when the judgment is weakest." Some tread in their father's steps, others beat out a fresh line of their own; and (he adds, perhaps not without a personal reference) this is generally the case with those born of mean parents, who propose to carve their own way in the world. But the parvenu of Arpinum—the 'new man,' as aristocratic jealousy always loved to call him—is by no means insensible to the true honours of ancestry. "The noblest inheritance," he says, "that can ever be left by a father to his son, far excelling that of lands and houses, is the fame of his virtues and glorious actions;" and saddest of all sights is that of a noble house dragged through the mire by some degenerate descendant, so as to be a by-word among the populace,—"which may" (he concludes) "be justly said of but too many in our times.”

The Roman's view of the comparative dignity of professions and occupations is interesting, because his prejudices (if they be prejudices) have so long main-

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180 tained their ground amongst us moderns. Tax-gatherers and usurers are as unpopular now as ever—the latter very deservedly so. Retail trade is despicable, we are told, and "all mechanics are by their profession mean." Especially such trades as minister to mere appetite or luxury—butchers, fishmongers, and cooks; perfumers, dancers, and suchlike. But medicine, architecture, education, farming, and even wholesale business, especially importation and exportation, are the professions of a gentleman. "But if the merchant, satisfied with his profits, shall leave the seas and from the harbour step into a landed estate, such a man seems justly deserving of praise." We seem to be reading the verdict of modern English society delivered by anticipation two thousand years ago.

The section ends with earnest advice to all, that they should put their principles into practice. "The deepest knowledge of nature is but a poor and imperfect business, unless it proceeds into action. As justice consists in no abstract theory, but in upholding society among men,—"as greatness of soul itself, if it be isolated from the duties of social life, is but a kind of uncouth churlishness,"—so it is each citizen's duty to leave his philosophic seclusion of a cloister, and take his place in public life, if the times demand it, "though he be able to number the stars and measure out the world."

The same practical vein is continued in the next book. What, after all, are a man's real interests? what line of conduct will best advance the main end of his life? Generally, men make the fatal mistake of assuming that honour must always clash with their interests;

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Rh while in reality, says Cicero, "they would obtain their ends best, not by knavery and underhand dealing, but by justice and integrity." The right is identical with the expedient. "The way to secure the favour of the gods is by upright dealing; and next to the gods, nothing contributes so much to men's happiness as men themselves." It is labour and co-operation which have given us all the goods which we possess.

Since, then, man is the best friend to man, and also his most formidable enemy, an important question to be discussed is the secret of influence and popularity—"the art of winning men's affections." For to govern by bribes or by force is not really to govern at all; and no obedience based on fear can be lasting—"no force of power can bear up long against a current of public hate." Adventurers who ride rough-shod over law (he is thinking again of Cæsar) have but a short-lived reign; and "liberty, when she has been chained up a while, bites harder when let loose than if she had never been chained at all." Most happy was that just and moderate government of Rome in earlier times, when she was "the port and refuge for princes and nations in their hour of need." Three requisites go to form that popular character which has a just influence over others; we must win men's love, we must deserve their confi-

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 ficiently stimulating mental nourishment. Do not deny her amusements, but see that they are rational, that they are intellectually or physically profitable. Supply her with books of deep interest, but let their pages be so pure that they can awaken none but holy thoughts, and impart none but high aspirations. Place her in the midst of agreeable associates, but be certain that they are beings. whose influence will aid in moulding and balancing her character. And, above all, furnish her with agreeable employment. Let her exuberant activity expend itself in work! work! work! To such as she, the most aidant and remediant of agents! Lethe and nepenthe combined! Mark, if the result does not prove that this very love of excitement, the curse and destruction of many a richly dowered spirit, can, through wise direction, be made the medium of developing, perfecting, and beautifying a disposition in which it is inherent.

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N nature, what flower puts on its most brilliant hues, or expands in its fullest perfection, before the sun's caressing warmth and tingent light call forth the hidden possibilities of its species? In womanhood, what character assumes its most radiant coloring, or develops its highest beauty before its mysterious capabilities are evoked by the electric touch of love? We do not use the word lightly. We do not allude to that weather-vane of fancy which turns with every accidental breath; that evanescent penchant which leans wherever novelty attracts; that passing passion which evaporates like morning dew—which belongs to the morning season of impressible temperaments. It is only upon a pure, holy, and lasting emotion that we can bestow the name of love without fear of desecration.

That love enters reverently into the inmost sanctuary of a maiden's heart, fills her mind with one sovereign image, rises like a sun in the firmament of her soul, and imbues her whole world of thought and feeling with its own tints. Then falls

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 "Will the journey start to-day?" "Is it bonito fishing your lordship is going?" Girls stop to giggle over some young ne'er-do-well who escaped during the night from an angry father's pursuit and to venture a shrewd guess that the daughter knew more about his presence than she told. The boy who is taunted by another, who has succeeded him in his sweetheart's favour, grapples with his rival, his foot slipping in the wet sand. From the other end of the village comes a long drawn-out, piercing wail. A messenger has just brought word of the death of some relative in another village. Half-clad, unhurried women, with babies at their breasts, or astride their hips, pause in their tale of Losa's outraged departure from her father's house to the greater kindness in the home of her uncle, to wonder who is dead. Poor relatives whisper their requests to rich relatives, men make plans to set a fish trap together, a woman begs a bit of yellow dye from a kinswoman, and through the village sounds the rhythmic tattoo which calls the young men together. They gather from all parts of the village, digging sticks in hand, ready to start inland to the plantation. The older men set off upon their more lonely occupations, and each household, reassembled under its peaked roof, settles down to the routine of the morning. Little children, too hungry to wait for the late breakfast, beg lumps of cold taro which they munch greedily. Women carry piles of washing to the sea or to the spring at the far end of the village, or set off inland after weaving materials. The older


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 Let the wife only understand and have faith in her true position, that of woman "the helper," and she needs neither great gifts, nor an expansive mind, nor extraordinary beauty to be always charming to her husband, and, while she walks by his side, to

In being literally his "help-meet" she becomes the beautifier and healer of his life. If the parasitic vine about the oak-tree, to which she is so often compared, be truly her emblem, it is because she binds together the broken boughs, and drapes with verdurous loveliness the withered branches.

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 girls go fishing on the reef, or perhaps set themselves to weaving a new set of Venetian blinds.

In the houses, where the pebbly floors have been swept bare with a stiff long-handled broom, the women great with child and the nursing mothers, sit and gossip with one another. Old men sit apart, unceasingly twisting palm husk on their bare thighs and muttering old tales under their breath. The carpenters begin work on the new house, while the owner bustles about trying to keep them in a good humour. Families who will cook to-day are hard at work; the taro, yams and bananas have already been brought from inland; the children are scuttling back and forth, fetching sea water, or leaves to stuff the pig. As the sun rises higher in the sky, the shadows deepen under the thatched roofs, the sand is burning to the touch, the hibiscus flowers wilt on the hedges, and little children bid the smaller ones, "Come out of the sun." Those whose excursions have been short return to the village, the women with strings of crimson jelly fish, or baskets of shell fish, the men with cocoanuts, carried in baskets slung on a shoulder pole. The women and children eat their breakfasts, just hot from the oven, if this is cook day, and the young men work swiftly in the midday heat, preparing the noon feast for their elders.

It is high noon. The sand burns the feet of the little children, who leave their palm leaf balls and their pin-wheels of frangipani blossoms to wither in the sun, as they creep into the shade of the houses. The


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HE trusting, as a general rule, are the trustworthy. Those who "think no evil" are usually those who least deserve that evil should be thought of them. Ignorant of heart-treason, never looking for wrong from others because never doing wrong to others, never doubting because never deceiving, trustfulness is inherent in their natures.

Suspicion that vaguely roams abroad is the offspring of Deception, hidden in the generating warmth of our own hearts at home. An unconscious judging of others by ourselves, a measuring by our own height, and coloring by our own complexion, actuate the whole universe. There are no foibles which we so quickly detect in the concealed depths of other spirits as those with which our eyes are most familiar when their mental vision is turned inward.

Lavater warns us to "shun the man who never laughs, who dislikes music and the glad face of a child." The counsel implies that mirth, and harmony, and innocence are strangers to such a being.

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 women who must go abroad carry great banana leaves as sun-shades or wind wet cloths about their heads. Lowering a few blinds against the slanting sun, all who are left in the village wrap their heads in sheets and go to sleep. Only a few adventurous children may slip away for a swim in the shadow of a high rock, some industrious woman continue with her weaving, or a close little group of women bend anxiously over a woman in labour. The village is dazzling and dead; any sound seems oddly loud and out of place. Words have to cut through the solid heat slowly. And then the sun gradually sinks over the sea.

A second time, the sleeping people stir, roused perhaps by the cry of "a boat," resounding through the village. The fishermen beach their canoes, weary and spent from the heat, in spite of the slaked lime on their heads, with which they have sought to cool their brains and redden their hair. The brightly coloured fishes are spread out on the floor, or piled in front of the houses until the women pour water over them to free them from taboo. Regretfully, the young fishermen separate out the "Taboo fish," which must be sent to the chief, or proudly they pack the little palm leaf baskets with offerings of fish to take to their sweethearts. Men come home from the bush, grimy and heavy laden, shouting as they come, greeted in a sonorous rising cadence by those who have remained at home. They gather in the guest house for their evening kavadrinking. The soft clapping of hands, the


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 intoning of the talking chief who serves the kava echoes through the village. Girls gather flowers to weave into necklaces; children, lusty from their naps and bound to no particular task, play circular games in the half shade of the late afternoon. Finally the sun sets, in a flame which stretches from the mountain behind to the horizon on the sea, the last bather comes up from the beach, children straggle home, dark little figures etched against the sky; lights shine in the houses, and each household gathers for its evening meal. The suitor humbly presents his offering, the children have been summoned from their noisy play, perhaps there is an honoured guest who must be served first, after the soft, barbaric singing of Christian hymns and the brief and graceful evening prayer. In front of a house at the end of the village, a father cries out the birth of a son. In some family circles a face is missing, in others little runaways have found a haven! Again quiet settles upon the village, as first the head of the household, then the women and children, and last of all the patient boys, eat their supper.

After supper the old people and the little children are bundled off to bed. If the young people have guests the front of the house is yielded to them. For day is the time for the councils of old men and the labours of youth, and night is the time for lighter things. Two kinsmen, or a chief and his councillor, sit and gossip over the day's events or make plans for the morrow. Outside a crier goes through the village


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 ble birth, so the elopement has its archetype in the love affairs of the taupo, and the other chiefs' daughters. These girls of noble birth are carefully guarded; not for them are secret trysts at night or stolen meetings in the day time. Where parents of lower rank complacently ignore their daughters' experiments, the high chief guards his daughter's virginity as he guards the honour of his name, his precedence in the kava ceremony or any other prerogative of his high degree. Some old woman of the household is told off to be the girl's constant companion and duenna. The taupo may not visit in other houses in the village, or leave. the house alone at night. When she sleeps, an older woman sleeps by her side. Never may she go to another village unchaperoned. In her own village she goes soberly about her tasks, bathing in the sea, working in the plantation, safe under the jealous guardianship of the women of her own village. She runs little risk from the moetotolo, for one who outraged the taupo of his village would formerly have been beaten to death, and now would have to flee from the village. The prestige of the village is inextricably bound up with the high repute of the taupo and few young men in the village would dare to be her lovers. Marriage to them is out of the question, and their companions would revile them as traitors rather than envy them such doubtful distinction. Occasionally a youth of very high rank in the same village will risk an elopement, but even this is a rare occurrence. For


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 tradition says that the taupo must marry outside her village, marry a high chief or a manaia of another village. Such a marriage is an occasion for great festivities and solemn ceremony. The chief and all of his talking chiefs must come to propose for her hand, come in person bringing gifts for her talking chiefs. If the talking chiefs of the girl are satisfied that this is a lucrative and desirable match, and the family are satisfied with the rank and appearance of the suitor, the marriage is agreed upon. Little attention is paid to the opinion of the girl. So fixed is the idea that the marriage of the taupo is the affair of the talking chiefs that Europeanised natives on the main island, refuse to make their daughters taupos because the missionaries say a girl should make her own choice, and once she is a taupo, they regard the matter as inevitably taken out of their hands. After the betrothal is agreed upon the bridegroom returns to his village to collect food and property for the wedding. His village sets aside a piece of land which is called the "Place of the Lady" and is her property and the property of her children forever, and on this land they build a house for the bride. Meanwhile, the bridegroom has left behind him in the house of the bride, a talking chief, the counterpart of the humbler soa. This is one of the talking chief's best opportunities to acquire wealth. He stays as the emissary of his chief, to watch over his future bride. He works for the bride's family and each week the matai of the bride must reward him with a hand-


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 some present. As an affianced wife of a chief, more and more circumspect conduct is enjoined upon the girl. Did she formerly joke with the boys of the village, she must joke no longer, or the talking chief, on the watch for any lapse from high decorum, will go home to his chief and report that his bride is unworthy of such honour. This custom is particularly susceptible to second thought on the part of either side. Does the bridegroom repent of the bargain, he bribes his talking chief (who is usually a young man, not one of the important talking chiefs who will benefit greatly by the marriage itself) to be oversensitive to the behaviour of the bride or the treatment he receives in the bride's family. And this is the time in which the bride will elope, if her affianced husband is too unacceptable. For while no boy of her own village will risk her dangerous favours, a boy from another village will enormously enhance his prestige if he elopes with the taupo of a rival community. Once she has eloped, the projected alliance is of course broken off, although her angry parents may refuse to sanction her marriage with her lover and marry her for punishment to some old man.

So great is the prestige won by the village, one of whose young men succeeds in eloping with a taupo, that often the whole effort of a malaga is concentrated upon abducting the taupo, whose virginity will be respected in direct ratio to the chances of her family and village consenting to ratify the marriage. As the abductor is


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Plundered Cargo/Chapter 13

RMS akimbo on the rail, Spike Horn watched the progress of this strange mariner on a stranger craft until it grounded on the beach. He saw the girl bound ashore and tether the raft by a rope noosed around a rock. Then without so much as a backward look she climbed a low ridge of rocks, which ran like the spine of some buried monster down the seaward flank of the mountain, and disappeared.

Even after she was gone from sight the man from Goldfield held to his place and let his eyes strain over every swale and hummock of the barren island headland, hoping for another glimpse of the blue shirt and those two black ropes of hair swinging like strong cables over her shoulders. He had been more profoundly stirred by this girl than he would have m cared to admit even to himself. Never in his life had Spike Horn encountered so vivid a fury.

His steady stare against the yellow mountain side seemed to conjure her out of the rocks. He saw again her free stride; the boyish swing of her shoulders; the white flashes of her bare feet peeping out from the flapping vents of blue trousers.

“Karelia—Karelia Lofgren.” Sounded queer and sorta like a big bell ringing. Foreign.

His mind swung from conning the physical attributes of the visitor aboard the wrecked Sierra Park to the surprising substance of the charges she had flung so furiously at Captain Judah. Murder, no less; the murder of the master of this wrecked ship, her father. Yes, and worse than murder, the leaving of a woman alone on a derelict here in this God-forsaken sea bang up against a desert island!

Spike Horn was not a squeamish man. Life's rough hand had larruped him aplenty. He had played the game of men hard and ruthlessly; but he'd played it straight. No taking of life. No fighting foul, much less with a woman.

Of a sudden this cruise of the Lonney Lee down here into a white-hot sea away from the eyes of the world was revealed to him in a sinister light undreamt of before. A steamship deliberately wrecked. Captain Storrs knew just how it was wrecked even though he was not aboard it. Collusion there! He was in on the game. Then he must have been in on the murder of this Karelia girl's father and the vicious trick of leaving her alone to rot on a stinking hulk.

By God, that fighting fury was right when she called Storrs a murderer!

He turned from the rail to search out the captain. He found him kneeling by the side of the donkey engine at the foremast foot, tinkering a nut with a monkey wrench.

“Stand up, Storrs, we're goin' to have a show-down, you an' me.”

The skipper looked over his shoulder with an assumed air of patience.

“I think there's been enough palaver for one morning,” he said shortly.

“Not till you've heard me,” Spike snapped. “Listen to me: I think that girl's got you cold to rights. You did give somebody aboard this ship orders to croak her old man an' leave her to die alone on a wreck.”

Captain Judah slowly arose and let his amused glance rest on the flushed face of the younger man before him. His lips slipped sideways into a sneer.

“Is this gallery play, Horn; or when did you become converted at the mourner's bench?”

“Me, I never tied into any game where murder's at the end of it,” came explosively from Spike.

“Horn, you're a two-faced liar. You knew when I shanghaied you aboard the Lonney Lee that murder'd been done down here, which was more than I knew. I thought Cap'n Lofgren was the one who'd double-crossed me and was hiring you to jump me before I could get away from San Francisco. You knew all the time Hoskin, Lofgren's first officer, had given him the double-cross as well as a bullet. Hoskin, then, was the man who put money in your bank for you.”

A surprising move on Horn's part. He walked to the bridge ladder twenty feet away and rested his rifle there. He came back, hands free and swinging lightly by his side.

“Drop that monkey wrench, Storrs, and stand up. I'm goin' to trim you all over again. What you got from me early 'smornin' was just a teaser.”

The Lonney Lee's skipper did not lay down the heavy wrench; but he assumed no belligerent attitude.

“Grand stand play, Horn,” he said; “you've caught the notion from that crazy Finn girl. I should say this is no time for you and me to be battering each other when our business is to get a fortune out of the hold here before”

Spike leaped. With a lightning jerk of the hand Storrs brought the monkey wrench up from his waist. It did not travel more than half a foot, but the blunt face of the thing smacked dully against the lowered forehead of the charging man. Spike dropped like a grain sack and lay twitching at Storrs' feet.

The skipper stood looking down at the sprawled figure. The suddenness of his mastery stunned him a little. His eye traveled from the unconscious Horn over to the rifle laid against the bridge ladder. A slow smile parted the ring of whisker about the man's mouth, then in an instant the smile was wiped away in a flooding of animal savagery. For the full value of that chance blow was borne in upon Judah Storrs; he could wipe out an obligation to which he had set his hand under compulsion not ten hours ago: a promise to pay fifty thousand dollars—and unfortunate publicity certain to follow his welching on the contract.

But he would do it in a manner most painful to the party of the first part.

Storrs looked around the deck and spied an empty oil can with a wire bale to it. He seized a length of rope, tied one end to the bale and flung the can overboard. Up it came, filled, to be sloshed over the head and shoulders of the unconscious man. Again and again water was sluiced upon him.

The one giving first aid wanted his man to be conscious before the next move in the drama was set afoot. He knelt and shook Horn.

“Horn! Come around. You're going on a long journey and you want to meet some people who'll go with you.”

Spike stirred and opened his eyes. He saw the solicitous face of his enemy bent over him.

“Ah, that's good, Horn.” Captain Judah leaned nearer and slipped an arm under prone shoulders. “Horn, remember what that crazy girl said about the sharks—how they churned up a bloody foam? She said, as I remember, that I was the next one who was slated to go to the sharks from this ship.”

Storrs was half erect now, and he was dragging Horn by a grip on his shoulders. Nearer the rail!

“Horn, the lady was half right. In her hysterical condition she could not be expected to do the prophet business wholly ship-shape. Somebody's going to the sharks, Horn; but it isn't Judah Storrs, Esquire.”

In that shadow gulf between unconsciousness and full reason the submerged spirit which was Spike Horn was battling upward through fathoms of blackness, like a diver with bursting lungs who yearns for the air and free sunlight. Faintly and as the tolling of a sunken bell, Skipper Storrs' words came to the ears of that swimming spirit. At first they were just words, mumbled and meaningless. Then one stood out—“Sharks!”

“A lot of old fogies say, Horn, sharks won't attack a living man.” Storrs had him by the rail now and was slowly heaving him shoulders-over. “All bosh, Horn! You'll see for yourself—ah, they're waiting for you, Horn—one—no, three, by George! And there'll be others!”

The swimming spirit now was out of the depths. Horn shot out a desperately grappling hand to seize the ratlines which came down to anchorage on the rail just where his shoulder was slipping—slipping. Storrs twisted his body so that his legs hung overside. One of the skipper's hands freed itself to drop over and pry at the gripping fingers.

“Tut-tut, Horn! Why this reluctance? 'Man is like to vanity,' the blessed Psalms say; 'his days are as a shadow.' And so, good-by, Horn—good”

Captain Storrs' prying at the gripping fingers suddenly ceased. He half spun round and staggered back to crumple against the foremast.

Over across flat water where the Lonney Lee lay anchored a dab of white smoke drifted away from the bow. Old Doctor Chitterly dropped a rifle from his shoulder with a heartfelt call of thanks to his Maker.

title: Plundered Cargo/Chapter 13


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Plundered Cargo/Chapter 14

T CAN be easily realized that nothing short of extreme circumstances could have prompted the discoverer of Squaw Root Tonic to shoot anybody with, as the courts have a way of adding, “intent to kill.”

The good doctor, what time the yawl pulled away from the Lonney Lee headed for the wrecked steamer with Skipper Storrs and Spike Horn for passengers, had been left in a very low state of morale. He had just given the irresponsible Horn a generous piece of his mind. That the one so reproved should receive the dressing-down with the mechanical enthusiasm of a cuckoo in a clock did not tend to assure Doctor Chitterly that sweetness and light ruled the world. He was convinced to the contrary. He knew that of all miserable creatures on earth he could fight a Hottentot for lowest place.

Doctor Chitterly had proceeded to fetch a camp stool from the cabin and unlimbered it under the shade of the awning which had been carried stretched over the quarterdeck since torrid weather was encountered. There he sat alone, while Hansen fiddled with the gas engine, with his rifle between his knees. A complete picture of dejection he offered. He wore his sea rig, Chinese cotton trousers; rattan shoe-packs on his bare feet. His shore shirt, once washed during the trip and bearing a decidedly unironed appearance, still carried the yellow diamond on its bosom and the celluloid cuffs attached to the wristbands by metal tabs. His ceremonial slouch hat with the drooping brim rode his white locks somewhat jauntily. He fanned himself languidly with a copy of an old newspaper which Mr. Hansen had brought aboard—the worthy doctor knew its contents down to the last word on the last page.

Came to him there Angelo the flute player, carrying his home-made instrument. “I playa for you nice-a tune, wheech for name makes Conti 'Offman.”

Doctor Chitterly shuddered visibly and held up a restraining hand. He couched his protest in a bellow.

“Isn't it too soon after breakfast for music, Angelo? Maybe in an hour from now”

Doubtfully Angelo lifted the bamboo broom-handle to his lips and sounded a few eldritch screeches. “Nice-a-tune that Conti 'Offman,” he urged; but he saw no answering light of enthusiasm in the elder man's eye. Angelo possessed the veneration for old men which was his racial heritage. He would not insist.

He plumped himself cross-legged on the deck at the doctor's feet. “Me, I ver' sad, too,” he sighed. Then suddenly and without preliminaries, “What 'appen that damn' revolution we 'ave these sheep las' night? Bang—bang! Beega fight thees devil Horn an' Cap-itan. Me, Angelo, ready for fighta damn' Chink, Then—'e's' all finish; nothin' appen.”

Doctor Chitterly, needing a confidant—even a flute player thought a little daft—straightway unburdened himself completely. He told, with some pardonable embroidery, how he had planned the mutiny with intention to sail the schooner to nearest port and there abandon her; how Spike Horn after a mysterious conference with the beaten enemy had double-crossed the whole outfit and signed some agreement with Captain Judah—doubtless a division of fabulous wealth which lay in that stranded steamer yonder.

“And now,” he finished lugubriously, “they've gone to get their rotten plunder, leaving us here to rot. I know we'll all be hanged or at best thrown in some jail before this wretched business. is over.”

A strange flicker of white in the flute player's eyes as he flashed them up to the doctor's face.

“W'at you theenk thees stuff they get—diamonds?”

“I don't know, Angelo. I only know I want none of it. All I want is to get back to San Francisco and the smell of the ocean winds through the Golden Gate.”

The flute player drummed with nervous fingers on the vents of his broom-handle; evidently he was conning the wisdom of voicing a thought which possessed him. Finally he said, “Yes, I theenk so. Wen they get those diamond—thees devil Horn, thees Cap-itan—w'en they breeng those diamond here an' we go for that San Francis', then I do it.”

Prick of some new terror spurred the physician. He turned frightened eyes on the Italian.

“Do what, Angelo?”

Now the flute player's voluble hands were flying in vivid gestures. The whites of his eyes flickered palely.

“One littla bottle; I find heem in that kitchen. I smell heem. I know—me, Angelo! One-a time before w'en I cooka de pasta in Fior ď'Italia I know that bottle. 'E's for make ver' seeck the rat.” Angelo bared narrow yellow teeth in a shocking grimace, clapped his hands over his stomach and squeaked like a fiddle in tuning.

“Wen we 'ave those diamond here on thees boat an' we start for San Francis', one day thees littla bottle in the soupa. Ah, then, Doct' Chit', you see sometheeng! Thees Cap-itan, thees Horn, all the dam' Chink they roll aroun'—they make squik like rat—they die. Sapristi! You an' me 'ave those diamond!”

The worthy Chitterly leaped from his chair as if spurred.

“Good Lord, man, you're talking wholesale murder!”

“Wy not?” was the childlike query.

Doctor Chitterly, shaken to his rattan shoe-packs, had just drawn himself to his full height prepared to give the flute player a sonorous lecture, when his eye caught a prodigy. A figure in blue was pushing out from the vacant shore line of the cove on a bundle of boards flush with the water. A human creature on this deserted island!

Without a word to Angelo, he rushed down into the cabin for Captain Judah's binoculars. He leveled them at the spot of blue upon the raft now heading for the stranded steamer.

“A woman, by the Lord Harry! Yes, sir, she's got her hair in braids.”

Angelo snatched the glasses and clapped them to his eyes.

“Yes—woman,” he murmured. “Now large-a trouble!”

Which was exactly Doctor Chitterly's diagnosis of the situation. An uncompromising bachelor, the good doctor had been permanently corraled in that unfortunate state by an ever-present awe of the softer sex. From the time, in his riotous youth amid the mines of the Mother Lode, when a chit sued him for breath of promise and won, up to the occasion—not many years back—when he had connived at a friend's attempt to escape from a termagant wife and had been pushed to the brink of ruin by that outraged lady, over these many years of experience, all of Doctor Chitterly's contacts with the fair sex had left him somehow the loser. Now another—and in this desolate sea!

By turns at the glass the two stupefied men aboard the Lonney Lee followed the progress of the raft toward the stranded steamer until it was hidden by the uptilted bow. Then Doctor Chitterly, possessing the binoculars for the moment, saw the figure in blue outlined against the sky as it balanced on the Sierra Park's rail; saw two puffs of smoke jet from her extended hand. Suddenly she slipped out of sight, for the elevation of the derelict's deck above that of the Lonney Lee denied observation of what transpired there.

“She is shooting at them!” the doctor whispered before Angelo could snatch the binoculars and vainly attempt to follow sequence of lively events across the water.

“Ah-ha, Doct' Chit'; how I tella you! Large-a troubles.”

“Hush!” Chitterly had heard faint sound of a voice across the flat water separating the two craft. They strained their ears to catch the sound of a woman's voice lifted in anger; it was punctuated now and again by Storrs' rejoinders. A most maddening business, this being in the wings when drama was unfolding, yet denied sight of action and actors. Just as everything on this wretched voyage had transpired, so Doctor Chitterly inwardly complained, things were happening under his nose and he not privy to them.

They saw the mysterious woman who was garbed as a man disappear over the rail and presently come into their ken again as she paddled her raft ashore. Some obscure prompting of relief caused the doctor to vent a sigh of satisfaction. He was expecting the lady to pay a similar complimentary visit to the Lonney Lee after her stormy invasion of the steamer; and he feared the worst would result from the call.

OME lingering fascination the strange woman exercised upon him kept Doctor Chitterly's glasses roving the length of the Sierra Park even after her departure. As if he suspected her of leaving a bomb with a time fuse behind her!

At any rate, the head of Captain Judah Storrs appeared in the double barrels of the instrument glued to the doctor's eyes; then the shoulders and lolling head of Spike Horn being hoisted to the ship's rail.

A single sweep of the eye told the doctor that Horn was helpless, perhaps from a bullet fired by the she-devil in trousers. But there was no waiting boat below where the skipper was heaving the nerveless figure. Storrs was not lowering away a wounded man to be brought back to the schooner. Dead, then! Spike Horn was dead and

Out shot that arm in final desperate grab at a ratline; Chitterly caught the flicker of action and saw Storrs' hand come over to pry fingers from their life-hold.

Murder, then! Here was the cold-blooded killing of a man!

Doctor Chitterly took no reckoning of partisanship as between Captain Judah and Spike Horn; he had good reason to dislike them both. But he could not see any man done to death, brutally killed out of hand. A reflex of fine old morality sent his hand to snatch up the rifle he had propped against the schooner rail. He made instantaneous judgment of range and wind, for once Doctor Chitterly had been a mighty deer hunter, and fired.

As a puppet is knocked over in a shooting gallery, Storrs fell back out of sight. Doctor Chitterly and Angelo, both open-mouthed, watched the dangling figure of Horn swing for a minute over a horrid death ten feet below his heels, then painfully pull itself up and over the rail.

Mr. Hansen, the wooden mate, appeared at the foot of the companionway with a face that dully questioned a matter of shooting. The doctor turned on him with an air of authority.

“I've just killed your captain, Mr. Hansen, killed him to prevent a cold-blooded murder. Have the Chinamen get out another boat and row me over to that steamer.”

Hansen took the news as being naught but an expected part of the day's work. He went fora'rd to round up a boat's crew for the Lonney Lee's second yawl which was lashed to the gratings of the house. In a few minutes it was lowered away from the taffrail davits and in the water with two Chinamen at the oars. Doctor Chitterly accompanied by the flute player, whose excitement was at boiling point, was rowed across to the Sierra Park.

Spike Horn met the doctor as he swung himself heavily over the rail, followed by Angelo. The battered young man caught Chitterly's hand between his two.

“Doc, ole timer, any time, any place you need y'r li'l friend Spike Horn to lift you outa a tough jackpot, he'll be there!' Which was about the limit of sentiment of which the man from Goldfield was capable.

Doctor Chitterly's eyes roved over the deck to where the body of Storrs made an untidy bundle against the foremast. “I've never killed a man,” he began in a shaken voice. “I—um—confess I feel very”

“Save your feelin's, Doc. Ole Storrs's a long way from dead, though not feelin' so prime as he might. You just drilled him through the shoulder.”

“God be praised!” was Chitterly's heartfelt thanks, and with the other two he strode over to where the skipper lay. The doctor knelt professionally and put his hand under the unbuttoned coat where a red stain crept down over Storrs' shirt. The wounded man's eyelids flickered open and the gray eyes looked up with their accustomed aloof stare tinged as always with cold irony. He said nothing; only when Spike Horn's face came within the languidly rolling field of the eyeballs the fetter of beard about the mouth tightened.

The doctor cut jacket and shirt away and exposed a blue-black hole just below the right shoulder socket. With a tenderness hardly to be expected he lifted and half rolled Storrs' body to discover a lump near the shoulder blade.

“Sea water's a good antiseptic,” he flung over his shoulder at the flute player. “Pick up that can with a rope to it and scoop up some.”

He brought out a pocket knife and selected the smallest blade to open. He fumbled for a match, struck it and passed the flame along the blade's keen edge. The wounded man's eyes followed fascinated the play of slender flame along tempered steel.

“Just as good as alcohol for cleansing,” spake the doctor in his best professional manner. “No bones broken, I think; maybe the shoulder blade's scraped a little. Now if I only had a bottle of Squaw Root Tonic”

“Fine old fraud!” Captain Judah murmured through lips that hardly moved. Then, “I take it you were the one that put that bullet through me.”

Doctor Chitterly nodded and lifted the hairy back of a hand to his lips to wet it. He tried the keenness of the blade along the roots of the hairs. All his abhorrence of murder and of Captain Judah as a murderer checked in the act were lost in a professional enthusiasm. Angelo brought the canful of brine. The doctor turned Storrs over on his stomach.

“Cut, you white-whiskered old Mormon blank-of-a-blankness!” came the muffled objurgation.

Doctor Chitterly cut.

When the rude surgery was finished and a bandage of a sort had been contrived the doctor and Spike Horn walked out of earshot.

“Now tell me all about it—that woman in men's clothes and what happened between Storrs and yourself,” Chitterly demanded. Spike gave him a complete chronicle.

The doctor heard him through without comment. “And so that dad-blistered son of Hell tried to make shark-bait of me,” Spike finished.

“Hm-m-m!” Chitterly's hand was combing his generous beard in reflex of deep thought. “The young woman says Captain Storrs murdered her father. He tried his best to murder you. I should say his character is pretty well established.”

“'Bout as purty a household pet as a desert sidewinder.” Spike cast a baleful glance to where the late patient under Doctor Chitterly's surgery sat propped against the mast. He turned back to thwack a heavy hand on his companion's shoulder.

“Doc, ole horse, I guess I played you a dirty game this mornin' when I let Storrs have his schooner back again—all for a promise of fifty thousand which isn't worth the paper it's written on. I slipped you the double-cross, Doc, an' you turn 'round an' save my life. That makes me out a purty ornery skunk.”

“We'll forget that,” Chitterly interposed with a bland look in his eyes.

“We will not! An' what's more, we're going to do just what you figured on doin' when I propositioned you on the mutiny business. We're goin' cut loose from this whole damn' outfit—leave 'em rot here on this busted steamer with whatever plunder ole Storrs thinks is down in the cellar. Just like the girl says he ordered somebody to slip her the Robinson Crusoe stuff.”

“You mean sail away on the Lonney Lee—we shanghaied fellows?” The doctor's face was wreathed with a Santa Claus smile.

“You said it, Doc! We'll give a look-see 'round this ole gravy dish; find out if there's still grub an' water aboard—which there should be. 'F not we'll ferry some over here with Hansen an' the rest of the Chinks; enough to keep 'em goin' for a while until we tell somebody somewhere to come an' fetch 'em off.”

Doctor Chitterly's first elation gave way to doubts. “But suppose Hansen and the other Chinamen don't wish to leave the schooner?”

Spike gave him a grin and patted the barrel of the rifle which he had recovered from where folly had prompted him to prop it before his bare-handed engagement with Captain Judah.

“Li'l persuaders, Doc. You've got one. I've got one. Looks like the ayes have it, as they say in the Chamber of Commerce meeting.”

Spike started for the rear of the deck where the galley door swung open when an afterthought prompted him to fling over his shoulder: “'Course that Karelia girl goes with us. We can't run off an' leave her here with this curly wolf Storrs.”

The doctor was rooted in his tracks, appalled. The sunshine of a new hope suddenly was blotted out for him.

title: Plundered Cargo/Chapter 14