A SOUTH SEA EPISODE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 5040, 28 August 1894, Page 1

A SOUTH SEA EPISODE.

(From "A Modern Buccaneer," by Bdlf Botdreicood.) One day a white painted schooner, with gaffLeaded mainsail, and flying the German flag, anchored off Xabakada, a populous village on the north coast of New Britain. She was on a labour cruise for the German plantations in Samoa. Not being able to secure her full complement of "boya" in the New Hebrides and Solomon groups, she had come northward to fill up with recruits from the naked savages of the northern coast of New Britain. In those days the German flag had not been ' formally hoisted over New Britain and New Ireland, and apart from the German trading station at Matupi in Blanche Bay, which faces the scarred and blackened sides of a smouldering volcano springing abruptly from the deep waters of the bay, the trading stations were few and far between. At Kabakada, where the vessel had anchored, there were two traders. One was a noisy, vociferous German, who had once kept a liquor ealoon in Honolulu, but, moved by tales of easily accumulated wealth in New Britain, he had sold his business, and settled at his present location among a horde of the most treacherous natives in the South Seas. His rude good nature had been his safety; for although, through ignorance 'of the native character, he was continually placing his life in danger, he was quick to make amends, and being of a generous disposition and a man of means, enjoyed a prestige among the natives possessed by no other white man. His colleague— or rather his opponent, for they traded for opposition firms— was a small, dark Frenchman, an ex-bugler of the Chasseurs d'Afrique, who had spent some years of enforced retirement, at New Caledonia. His advent to New Britain had been made in the most private -manner, and hia reminiscences of the voyage from the convict colony, with his four companions, were not of a cheerful nature. Ten miles away, at the head of a narrow bay that split the forest clad mountains like a Norwegian fiord, lived another trader, an English teaman. He had been on the island about two years, and was well nigh sickened of it. Frequently recurring attacks of the deadly malarial fever had weakened and depressed him, and he longed to return to the open, breezy islands of eastern Polynesia,' where he had no need to start from his sleep at night, and, rifle in hand, peer out into the darkneis at the slightest noise. * * # * # The labour schooner anchored about a mile from the German trader's house, and about two hours afterwards the boat of the Englishman was seen pulling round Capetuen, and making for Charlie's station. This was because 1 all three tiaders, being on friendly terms, it would have been considered "playing it low down" for any one of them to have boarded the schooner alone. The day was ewelterjngly hot, and the sea between the gloomy outlines of Mau Island and the long, curving, palm shaded beaches of New Britain shore was throwing off great clouds of hot, steamy mist. As the Englishman's boat was about half way between the steep wooded point of Cape Luen and Kabakada, she altered ier course and ran into the beach,- where, surrounded by a cluster o£ native huts, was the station of Pierre. This was to save the little Frenchman the trouble of launching his clumsy boat. Pierre, dressed in white pyjamas, with a heavy Lefaucheux revolver in his belt and a Snider rifle in his hand, came out of his house. Addressing his two wives in emphatic language, and warning them to fire off guns if anything happened during his absence on board the schooner, he swaggered down the .beach and into the boat. " How are you, Pierre ?" said the Englishman, languidly. "I knew you and Hans Midler would expect me to board the schooner with you or else I wouldn't have come. Curse the place, the people, the climate, and everything !" The little Frenchman grinned, " Yes, it ees ver hot ; bnt nevare mind. Yen ye get to de 'ouse of de German ye shall drink some gin and feel bettare. Last veek he buy four case of gin from a valeship, and now le bon Dieuaend this schooner, from vich ye ehall get more." " What a drunken little beast you are !" said the Englishman, sourly. "But after all I suppose you enjoy life more than I do. I'd drink gin like water if I thought it would kill me quick enough." "My friend, it is but the fevare that now talks in you. Sco me. lam happy. I drink, I smoke, I laugh. I have two \rife to make my cafe* and look aftare my house. Some day I walk in the bush, then, wouff, a spear go through me, and my two wife will weep yen they ccc me cut up for roslif, and perhaps eat a piece themselves." The Englishman laughed. The picture Pierre drew was likely to be a true one in one respect. Not a mile from the spot where the boat was at that moment were the graves of a trading captain, Bis mate, and two seamen, who had been slaughtered by the natives in ciroumstances of the most abominable treachery. And right before them, on the white beach of Mau Island, a whaler's boat's crew had been speared while filling their water casks, the natives who surrounded them appearing to be animated by the greatest friendliness. j Such incidents - were common enough in those days among the islands to the westward of New Guinea, and the people of New Britain were no •worse than those of other islands. They were simply treacherous, cowardly savages, and, though occasionally indulging in cannibalistic feasts upon the bodies of people of their own race, they never killed white men for that purpose. Many a white man has been speared or shot there, but their bodies were spared that | atrocity— so in that respect Pierre did his young wives an injustice. They" would, if occasion needed it, readily poison him, or steal his -cartridges and leave him to be slaughtered without the chance of making resistance, but they wouldn't eat him. * # # * * "It's the Samoa," said the German, as he shook hands with us. "And the skipper is a d d Dutchman, but a good sort " (having once sailed in a Yankee timber ship, trading between Sydney and the Pacific Slope, Hans was now an American), " and as soon as it gets a bit cool, we'll go off. I know the recruiter, he's a chap •with one arm." "WhaS?" saya the Englishman, "you don't mean Captain Kyte, do you?" " That's Ihe man. He's a terror. Guldensterns pay him 200dol a month regular to recruit for them, and he get's a bonus of lOdol each for every nigger as well. "Wo must try and get him a few here to fi'l up." "You can," said the Englishman, "but I won't. I'm not going to tout for an infernal Dutch black birder." *## * * ' As soon as a breeze set in the three traders sailed off. The schooner was a fine lump of a vessel of about 190 ton 3 register, and her deck? were crowded with male and female recruits from the Solomon group. There were about fifty in all— thirty-five or forty men and about a dozen women. The captain of the schooner ana his "recruiter/ Captain Kyte, received the traders with great cordiality. In a few minutes the table wo 3 -covered with bottles of beer, kummel and other liquor, and flans was asserting with great vehemence his ability to procure another thirty -"boys." Kyte, a' thin xaan, with deep set grey eyes, and a skin tanned by twenty years' wanderings in the &»!#& Seas, listened quietly to the trader's

vaporings, and then said, " All right, Hans ! I think, though, we can leave it till to-morrow, and if you can manage to get me twenty " toys," I'll give you 6dol a head for them, cash." The traders remained on hoard for an hour or two, and in the meanwhile the captain of the schooner sent a boat ashore to fill water casks from the creek near the trader's house. Six natives got in — four of whom were seamen from the schooner and two Solomon Island recruits; these two recruits led to all the subsequent trouble. Eyte was a wonderfully entertaining man, and although his one arm was against him (he had lost the other one by the bursting of a shell), he contrived to shoot very straight, and could hold his own anywhere. He was full of cynical humour, and the Englishman, though suffering from latent fever, could not but be amused at the disrespectful manner in which the American spoke of his employers, the German firm which in a small way was the 6.E.1.G. of the Pacific; indeed, their actions in many respects, when conducting trading arrangements with the island chiefs, were very similar to those of the Great East India Company— they always had an armed force to back them up. "I should think you have natives enough on board as it is, Captain Eyte," the Englishman was saying, "without taking any more." " Well, so I have in one way. But these d— — d greedy Dutchmen (looking the captain and mate of the schooner full in the face) like to see me come- into Apia harbour with about 180 or 200 on board. The schooner is only fit to carry about ninety. Of course the more I have the more dollars I-get. But it's mighty risky work, I can tell you. I've got nearly sixty Solomon ' boys ' on board now, and I could have filled down there, but came up here along here instead. You see, when we've got two or three different mobs on board from islands widely apart they can't concoct any general scheme of treachery, and I can always play one crowd off against the other. Now, these Solomon Island niggers know me well, and they wouldn't try any cutting oil business away up here— it's too far from home. But I wouldn't trust them when we are beating back through the Solomons on our way to Samoa— that's the time I've got a pull on them, by having New Britain niggers on board." " You don't let your crew carry arms on board, I see," said the Englishman, " No, I don't. There's no necessity for it, I reckon. If we were anywhere about the Solomon Islands, and had a lot of recruits on board, I take d— d good care that every man is armed then But here, in New Britain, we could safely give every rifle in the ship to the 'recruits' themselves; and seeing armed men about them always irritates them. As a matter of fact, these ' boys ' now on board would fight to the death for us if the New Britain niggers tried to take the ship. Some men, however," and his eyes rested on Pierre, Hans and the captain, "like to carry a small arms factory siting around 'em. Have another drink, gentlemen ? Hallo, what the — — is that ?" and he was off up on deck, the other four white men after him. The watering party had come back, but the two Solomon islanders (the recruits) lay in the bottom of the boat, both dead, and with broken spears sticking all over their bodies. The rest of the crew were wounded — one badly. In two minutes Captain Eyte had the story. They were just filling the last cask when they were rushed, and the two Solomon islanders speared and clubbed to death. The rage of the attackers seemed specially directed against the two recruits, and the erew — who were natives of Likeiana (Stewart's Island) — said that after the first volley of spears no attempt was made to prevent their escape. The face of Captain Eyte had undergone a curious change. It had turned to a dull leaden white, and bis dark gray eyes had a spark of fire in them as he turned to the captain of the schooner. "What business had you, you blundering, dunder-headed, Dutch swab, to let two of my recruits go ashore in that boat? Haven't you got enough sense to know that it was certain death for them. Two of my best men, too. Bougainville boys. By——! you'd better jump overboard. You're no more fit for a labour schooner than I am to teach dancing in a ladies' school." The captain made no answer. He was clearly in fault. As it was, no one of the boat's crew was killed, but that was merely because their European clothing showed them to be seamen. The matter was more serious for Eyte than anyone else on board. The countrymen of the murdered boys looked upon him as the man chiefly responsible. He knew only one way of placating them— by paying some of the dead boys' relations a heavy indemnity, and immediately began a consultation with five Solomon islanders who came from the same island. * . * -.- * * * In the meantime the three traders returned to the shore, and Hans, with his usual thickheadedness, immediately "put his foot in it," by demanding a heavy compensation from the ohief of the village for the killing of the two men. The chief argued, very reasonably from his point of view, that the matter didn't concern him. M I don't care what you think," wrathfully answered the little trader, " I want fifty coils, of fifty fathoms each, of dewarra. If I don't get it " — here he touched his revolver. Now, deicarm is the native money of New Britain; it is formed of very small white shells of the cowrie species, perforated with two small holes at each end, and threaded upon thin strips of cane or the stalk of the cocoanut leaf. A coil of dewarra .would be worth in European money, or its trade equivalent, about oOdol. The chief wasn't long in giving his answer. His lips, stained a hideous red by the betel nut juice, opened in a derisive smile and revealed his blackened teeth. "We will 6ght," he answered. " You've done it now, Hans," said the Englishman, "you might as well pack up and clear out in the schooner. You have no more Sense than a hog. By the time I get back to my station I'll find it burned and all my trade gone. However, I don't care much; but.lhopeto ccc you get wiped out first. You deserve it." # * * * * All that night the nativo village was in a state of turmoil, and when daylight came it was deserted by the inhabitants, who had retreated to their bush houses ; the French trader, who had walked along the beach to his station, returned at daylight and reported that not a native was in his town, even his two wives had gone. Nothing, however, of his trade had been touched. "Thal'Ba good sign for you," said the Englishman. "If I were you, Pierre, I would go quietly back, and start mending your fence or painting your boat as if nothing had happened. They won't meddle with you." But this was strongly objected to by his fellowtrader, and just 'then a strange sound reached them — the wild cries and howls of chorus, in a tongue unknown to the three men. It came from tho sea, and going to the door they saw the schooner's two whaleboats, packed as full of natives as they could carry, close in to the shore. Instead of oars they wero .propelled, by canoe paddles, and at each stroke the native rowers fairly made the boats leap and surge like steam launches in a seaway. But the most noticeable thing to the eyes of the traders was the glitter of rifle barrels that appeared between the double row of paddlers. In another five minutes the leading boat was close enough for the traders to see that the paddlers who lined the gunwales from stem to stern had their faces daubed with red and blue, and their fighting ornaments on. In the body of the boats, crouching on • their

bams, ■with elbows on knees, and upright rifles, were the others, packed as tightly as sardines. "Mem Gott!" gasped Muller, "they have killed all hands on the schooner and ara coming for us. Xook at the rifles." He dashed into his trade room, and brought out about half a dozen feniders and an Epsom salts box full of cartridges. " Come on, boys, load up as quick as you can." "You thundering ass," said the Englishmen, "Look again,* can't you see Kyte's in one boat steering?" In another minute, with a roar from the excited savages, the first boat ' surged up on the beach, and a huge light skinned savage, seized Kyte in his arms as if he were a child and placed him on the land. Then every man leaped out and stood, rifle in hand, waiting for the other boat. Again, the same fierce cry as the second boat touched the shore; then silence, as they watched with dilated eyes and gleaming teeth the movements of the white man. For one moment he stood facing them with outstretched hand uplifted in warning to check their eager rush. Then he turned to the traders — "The devils have broken loose. Have you fellows any of your own natives that you don't want to get hurt P If so, get them inside the house, and look mighty smart about it." "There's not a native on the beach," said the German, "every mother's son of them has cleared into the bush, except this man's boat's crew," pointing fo the English trader; "they're in the house all right. But look out, Captain Kyte, those fellows in the bush mean fight. There's two thousand people in this village, and many of them have rifles— Sniders— and plenty of cartridges. I know, because it was I who sold them." i Kyte smiled grimly. There was a steely glitter of surprised excitement in his keen grey eyes. Then he again held up his right hand to his followers— "Blood for blood, my children. But heed well my words — kfU not the women and children; now go!" Like bloodhounds slipped from the leash, the brown bodies and gleaming rifle barrels went by the while men in one wild rush, and passed away out of sight into the comparatively open forest, that touched the edge of the trader's clearing. # » • # * "There they go," said Kyte quietly, aßhosat down on the edge of the trader's verandah and lit a cigar, " and they'll give those smart niggers of yours a dressing down that will keep them quiet for the next five years (he was right, they did). Well, I had to let them have their own way. They told me that if I didn't let them have revenge for the two men that I would be unlucky before I got to Samoa— a polite way of saying that they would seize the schooner and cut our throats on the way up. So to save unpleasantness, I gave each man a Snider and twenty-five cartridges, and told them to shoot as many pigs'dnd fowls as they liked. You should have heard the "beggars laugh. By 'the way, 1 hope they do shoot some, we want pork badly." "Hallo, they've got to Tubarigan's, the chiefs bush house, and fired it!" said Muller. A column of black smoke arose from the side of the mountain, and in another second or two loud yells end cries of defiance mingled with the thundering reports of the Sniders and the crackling of the flames. ' The little Frenchman and Muller played nervously with their rifles for a moment or two ; then meeting the answering look in each other's eyes, they dashed into the trees and up the jungle clad mountain side in the direction of the smoke and fighting. # * * * * The native houses in New Britain are built of cane, neatly lashed together with coir cinnet, and the roofs thatched with broad leaved grass or sugar cane leaves. They burn well, and as the cane swells to the heat each joint bursts with a crack like a pistol shot, "Look now," said Kyle to his companion, pointing along the tops of the hills. Clouds of black smoke and sheets of flame were everywhere visible, and amidst the continuoue roar of the flames', the crackling of the burning cane work of the native houses, and the incessant reports of the Sniders, came savage shouts and yells from the raiders, and answering cries of defiance from the New Britain men, who retreated slowly to the grassy hills of the interior wheneo they watched the total destruction of some four or fire of their villages. These bush houses are constructed with great care and skill by the native's, and are generally only a short distance from the main village on the beach; every bush house stands .surrounded by a growth of carefully tended crotons of extraordinary beauty and great variety of colour, and in the immediate vicinity 13 the owner's plantation of yams, taro, sugar cane, bananas and betel nuts. In the courae of an hour or two the Solomon islanders ceased firing, and then the two white men, looking out on the beach, saw a number of the beaten villagers fleeing down to tho shore, about half a mile away, and endeavouring to launch canoes. "By !" exclaimed Kyte, "my fellows have outflanked them, and are driving them down to the beach. I might get some after all for the schooner. "Will you lend me your boat's crow to head them off? They are. going to try and get to Mau Island." "Ifo," said the Englishman, "I won't. If Pierre and the German are such idiots as to go shooting niggers in another man's quarrel, that's no reason why I should take a hand in it." Kyte nodded good humouredly, and seemed to abandon the idea; but he went into the house after a while, and came out again with a long Snider in his hand. In a few minutes the Solomon islanders began to return in parties of two or three, then came the two white men, excited and panting with the lust of killing. Kyte held a whispered consultation with one of his "boys"— a huge fellow, whose body was reeking with perspiration tnd blood from the scratches received in the thorny depths of the jungle — and then pointed to the beach, where four or five •white painted canoes had been launched, and were making for an opening in the reef. To reach this opening they would have to pass in front of the trader's house, for which they now headed. Kyte ■waited a moment or two till the leading canoe was within 400 or oCOyds, then he raised his rifle, and placing it aorc-83' the stump of his left arm, fired. The ball plumped directly amidships, and two of the paddlers fell. The rest threw away their paddles and spears, and swam to the other canoes. " Now we've fjot them," said Kyte, and taking about twenty of his "boys" he manned his two boats and pulled out, intercepting the canoes before thoy could get through the reef inio (he open. ■Then commenced an exciting chase. The refugees swam and dived about in the shallow water like frightened fish, but their pursuers were better men at the game than they, and of superior physique. In twenty minutes they were all captured, except one, who sprang over the edge of the reef into deep water and was shot swimming, # * * * * There were about twenty-fivo prisoners, and when thoy were brought back iv the boats and taken on board tho schooner it was found the chief was among them. It may havo occurred to him in tho plantat : oa life of the after time that he had better have stayed quiet. The Englishman, disgusted with tho whole affair, went off with the other white men, leaving his boat's crew for safety in the trader's house, for had tho Solomon islanders seen them thoy would have made short work of them, orelso Kyte, to save their lives, would have offered to take them as recruits.

The two other traders decided to leava in tho schooner. They had made the locality too warm J for themselves, and urged the Englishman to follow their example; "No," he said, " I've been a good while here now, and I've never shot a nigger yet for the 'fun of the thing. " I'll take my chanco with them for a bit longer. The chances are you fellows will get your throats cut before I do," # # # # # However, the schooner arrived aafely at Samoa with her live cargo, but Kyte reported to his owners that it would sot be advisable to recruit in New Britain for a year or two.