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Portrait of Louis Becke Louis Becke John Corwell, Sailor and Miner…

The gold was taken care of by the chief, who brought it on board to Corwell.
“When do these men die?” he asked,
“To-day,” replied Corwell huskily; “to-day, after I have buried my wife.”
On a little island just within the barrier reef, she was laid to rest, with the never-ending cry of the surf for her requiem.
At sunset, Corwell and Mallet left the ship and landed at the village, and as their feet touched the sand the war-drums broke out with deafening clamour. They each carried a cutlass, and walked quickly through the thronging natives to the “House of the Young Men.”
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Portrait of Louis Becke Louis Becke John Corwell, Sailor and Miner…

As they talked and chewed and spat out the scarlet juice through their hideous red lips and coaly black teeth, a canoe, paddled by two natives and steered by Mallet, the mate of the Ceres, came up the river. The instant it was seen a chorus of yells arose from the natives in the long hut, and Mary Corwell came to the open doorway of the house and looked out.
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Portrait of Louis Becke Louis Becke John Corwell, Sailor and Miner…

Mary and the two seamen were eating very leisurely.
“Three of them are here now and will sleep aboard to-night. God hath given them into our hands!”
“And what of the other two?—they are strong men,” asked a wizen, monkey-faced Malay, nicknamed Nakoda (the captain) .
“Bah! What is a giant if he sleeps and a kriss is swept across his throat, or a spear is thrust into his back from behind? They, too, shall die as quickly as these who sit near us. Now listen. But sit thou out on the deck, Miguel, so that thou canst warn us if either of those accursed dogs approach.”
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