Desmond Coke

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Desmond Coke,  Darwin Island (1912)

“ The natives, attracted by my cries, my haste, and the limp mass over my shoulder—conceiving it, as I later ascertained, to be a bag of treasure, in which they would share—hurriedly, if nervously, drew in; and as the first of the monkeys bore down on us, snarling and stiff of tail, we pushed our frail bark on to the waves, with much chattering, alarm, and splashing from the swarthy but white-livered boatmen.
Perhaps it was this last—the splashing—which, after some minutes, brought Brand back to life again.
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Desmond Coke,  Darwin Island (1912)

“ Happily, the monkeys, like most desperadoes, had overreached themselves in one direction. The walls of the hut, made of wattled reed, had ill withstood the fierce artillery of cocoanuts, so that the very fusillade which was planned for our ruin opened a way, narrow but yet adequate, for our escape. I seized Brand, ever a small man, in my arms. ”
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Desmond Coke,  Darwin Island (1912)

“ I said quietly, not in any spirit of vaunting, nor from desire of thanks, but because his attitude did not seem correct under the circumstances.
"You've murdered them!" he answered wildly. "Winter will come, and there will be no food, and all their little jackets——"
For a moment real tears broke the poor fellow's utterance. Then, just as I was about to console, he turned upon me with a fierceness, in fact, almost ape-like.
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