“ It was the silly old chap who lived down on Avarangi beach, he said; an old fool who was an uncle of a girl who was a friend of his. The old chap had a notion that there were some Spanish doubloons hidden somewhere on the island, but in a place he was afraid to touch, so he had forked out a good British sovereign, and offered it to Donahue to go in his place, and share the money with him. Donahue was to keep the earnest money for his trouble, if nothing came of it, and if anything did turn up he was to take half. ”
Donahue
Definition and stakes
The literary concept of "Donahue" emerges as a multifaceted figure spanning diverse narratives, embodying traits ranging from shrewd opportunism to moral uncertainty. In Vaiti of the Islands, Donahue is a practical adventurer entangled in treasure-seeking, later succumbing to decadence and vulnerability.
Conversely, in The Hills of Desire, Richard Aumerle Maher portrays him as a composed, self-controlled diplomat, contrasting with his earlier shrewdness. Other works, like The Motor Maids by Palm and Pine, depict Donahue as a kind, almost otherworldly presence. These varied portrayals—ranging from antihero to protector—highlight the name’s flexibility across genres, reflecting evolving cultural and ethical perspectives in literature.
Quotes about “Donahue”
“ Indeed, he was by no means the same active, crafty villain who had set that successful snare of the diamond necklace in Apia many months ago. A white man cannot "live native" without going downhill very fast, and Donahue was nearly at the bottom.So he drank, and laughed, and told evil tales, and grew quarrelsome, and pathetic, and finally affectionate and confidential, in well-defined stages, while all the time the other men kept sober, or nearly so. The Mua trader in particular hardly touched his glass. But Donahue, once so wary, never saw, and chattered on. ”
Richard Aumerle Maher, The Hills of Desire
“ You have eaten her apples. What then? It is time for you to speak."Thus adjured, Donahue turned his head slightly and sniffed delicately of the mingled tang of Augusta's wood fire and the savor of the cooking steak. His head was close to the ground. He wriggled one ear in a deliberate and patent pretense that a fly was bothering him. Then, as though realizing that that subterfuge would not serve, he calmly and meditatively lifted his off fore leg and deliberatively scratched the prominence back of his ear, with the soft side of his hock. ”
