Henry C. Rowland

Henry C. Rowland

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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland Sea Scamps — Back Tracks (1903)

Wonder, interest, awe, and fear chased one another successively across his features, and all the time there was the look of one listening to a long-forgotten melody. At first I thought McKim's mutterings were inarticulate and meaningless, but pretty soon I recognised the fact that he was talking to himself in a North American Indian dialect, many of the guttural sounds of which once heard are unmistakable, and all the while the old Chinaman was listening with the ecstasy of a parent who, almost contrary to his belief, hears the voice of a child whom he has long believed dead.
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland Sea Scamps — Back Tracks (1903)

Standing by, apparently directing the proceeding, stood my shipmate.
"McKim," said I, "what under Heaven are you up to? Are you going to torture that man?"
"Yes," he answered sullenly; "he has killed one of us."
"But, my God, man, you can't torture him. Remember that you're an American!"
"I am a Mongol," he answered in an even voice; "it is the custom of our people."
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland Sea Scamps — Back Tracks (1903)

And then began a process which I hope to God I may never live to see again—the reversion of a man from the civilised to the barbarian. Day by day I could see the insidious process working. Through the wiles of that cunning schemer Khan-ghi-sen, McKim sunk slowly backward through six centuries in a little more than six months. At the end of that time I doubt if there was a fiercer, keener, more blood-thirsty pagan in the whole clan than he. I witnessed the process passively, for I had always felt more interest than affection for my partner.
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