书城公版Island Nights' Entertainments
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第3章 THE BEACH OF FALESA.(3)

"That's all right,Papa,"said Case."But you'll have to brace up.

There's going to be a marriage -Mr.Wiltshire here is going to get spliced."The old man asked to whom.

"To Uma,"said Case.

"Uma!"cried the captain."Wha's he want Uma for?'s he come here for his health,anyway?Wha''n hell's he want Uma for?""Dry up,Papa,"said Case."'Tain't you that's to marry her.Iguess you're not her godfather and godmother.I guess Mr.

Wiltshire's going to please himself."

With that he made an excuse to me that he must move about the marriage,and left me alone with the poor wretch that was his partner and (to speak truth)his gull.Trade and station belonged both to Randall;Case and the negro were parasites;they crawled and fed upon him like the flies,he none the wiser.Indeed,I have no harm to say of Billy Randall beyond the fact that my gorge rose at him,and the time I now passed in his company was like a nightmare.

The room was stifling hot and full of flies;for the house was dirty and low and small,and stood in a bad place,behind the village,in the borders of the bush,and sheltered from the trade.

The three men's beds were on the floor,and a litter of pans and dishes.There was no standing furniture;Randall,when he was violent,tearing it to laths.There I sat and had a meal which was served us by Case's wife;and there I was entertained all day by that remains of man,his tongue stumbling among low old jokes and long old stories,and his own wheezy laughter always ready,so that he had no sense of my depression.He was nipping gin all the while.Sometimes he fell asleep,and awoke again,whimpering and shivering,and every now and again he would ask me why I wanted to marry Uma."My friend,"I was telling myself all day,"you must not come to be an old gentleman like this."It might be four in the afternoon,perhaps,when the back door was thrust slowly open,and a strange old native woman crawled into the house almost on her belly.She was swathed in black stuff to her heels;her hair was grey in swatches;her face was tattooed,which was not the practice in that island;her eyes big and bright and crazy.These she fixed upon me with a rapt expression that I saw to be part acting.She said no plain word,but smacked and mumbled with her lips,and hummed aloud,like a child over its Christmas pudding.She came straight across the house,heading for me,and,as soon as she was alongside,caught up my hand and purred and crooned over it like a great cat.From this she slipped into a kind of song.

"Who the devil's this?"cried I,for the thing startled me.

"It's Fa'avao,"says Randall;and I saw he had hitched along the floor into the farthest corner.

"You ain't afraid of her?"I cried.

"Me 'fraid!"cried the captain."My dear friend,I defy her!Idon't let her put her foot in here,only I suppose 's different to-day,for the marriage.'s Uma's mother."

"Well,suppose it is;what's she carrying on about?"I asked,more irritated,perhaps more frightened,than I cared to show;and the captain told me she was making up a quantity of poetry in my praise because I was to marry Uma."All right,old lady,"says I,with rather a failure of a laugh,"anything to oblige.But when you're done with my hand,you might let me know."She did as though she understood;the song rose into a cry,and stopped;the woman crouched out of the house the same way that she came in,and must have plunged straight into the bush,for when Ifollowed her to the door she had already vanished.

"These are rum manners,"said I.

"'s a rum crowd,"said the captain,and,to my surprise,he made the sign of the cross on his bare bosom.

"Hillo!"says I,"are you a Papist?"

He repudiated the idea with contempt."Hard-shell Baptis',"said he."But,my dear friend,the Papists got some good ideas too;and tha''s one of 'em.You take my advice,and whenever you come across Uma or Fa'avao or Vigours,or any of that crowd,you take a leaf out o'the priests,and do what I do.Savvy?"says he,repeated the sign,and winked his dim eye at me."No,SIR!"he broke out again,"no Papists here!"and for a long time entertained me with his religious opinions.

I must have been taken with Uma from the first,or I should certainly have fled from that house,and got into the clean air,and the clean sea,or some convenient river -though,it's true,Iwas committed to Case;and,besides,I could never have held my head up in that island if I had run from a girl upon my wedding-night.

The sun was down,the sky all on fire,and the lamp had been some time lighted,when Case came back with Uma and the negro.She was dressed and scented;her kilt was of fine tapa,looking richer in the folds than any silk;her bust,which was of the colour of dark honey,she wore bare only for some half a dozen necklaces of seeds and flowers;and behind her ears and in her hair she had the scarlet flowers of the hibiscus.She showed the best bearing for a bride conceivable,serious and still;and I thought shame to stand up with her in that mean house and before that grinning negro.Ithought shame,I say;for the mountebank was dressed with a big paper collar,the book he made believe to read from was an odd volume of a novel,and the words of his service not fit to be set down.My conscience smote me when we joined hands;and when she got her certificate I was tempted to throw up the bargain and confess.Here is the document.It was Case that wrote it,signatures and all,in a leaf out of the ledger:-This is to certify that Uma,daughter of Fa'avao of Falesa,Island of -,is illegally married to Mr.John Wiltshire for one week,and Mr.John Wiltshire is at liberty to send her to hell when he pleases.

JOHN BLACKAMOAR.

Chaplain to the hulks.

Extracted from the Register by William T.Randall,Master Mariner.

A nice paper to put in a girl's hand and see her hide away like gold.A man might easily feel cheap for less.But it was the practice in these parts,and (as I told myself)not the least the fault of us white men,but of the missionaries.If they had let the natives be,I had never needed this deception,but taken all the wives I wished,and left them when I pleased,with a clear conscience.

The more ashamed I was,the more hurry I was in to be gone;and our desires thus jumping together,I made the less remark of a change in the traders.Case had been all eagerness to keep me;now,as though he had attained a purpose,he seemed all eagerness to have me go.Uma,he said,could show me to my house,and the three bade us farewell indoors.