This was too much for the woolly-heads.While they scrambled for the treasures, the boat was shoved clear, and we were aboard and forty feet away.And I got thirty recruits off that very beach in the next four hours.
The particular instance I have in mind was on Malaita, the most savage island in the easterly Solomons.The natives had been remarkably friendly; and how were we to know that the whole village had been taking up a collection for over two years with which to buy a white man's head? The beggars are all head-hunters, and they especially esteem a white man's head.The fellow who captured the head would receive the whole collection.As I say, they appeared very friendly; and on this day I was fully a hundred yards down the beach from the boat.Otoo had cautioned me; and, as usual when I did not heed him, I came to grief.
The first I knew, a cloud of spears sailed out of the mangrove swamp at me.At least a dozen were sticking into me.I started to run, but trippedover one that was fast in my calf, and went down.The woolly-heads made a run for me, each with a long-handled, fantail tomahawk with which to hack off my head.They were so eager for the prize that they got in one another's way.In the confusion, I avoided several hacks by throwing myself right and left on the sand.
Then Otoo arrived--Otoo the manhandler.In some way he had got hold of a heavy war club, and at close quarters it was a far more efficient weapon than a rifle.He was right in the thick of them, so that they could not spear him, while their tomahawks seemed worse than useless.He was fighting for me, and he was in a true Berserker rage.The way he handled that club was amazing.
Their skulls squashed like overripe oranges.It was not until he had driven them back, picked me up in his arms, and started to run, that he received his first wounds.He arrived in the boat with four spear thrusts, got his Winchester, and with it got a man for every shot.Then we pulled aboard the schooner, and doctored up.
Seventeen years we were together.He made me.I should today be a supercargo, a recruiter, or a memory, if it had not been for him.
"You spend your money, and you go out and get more," he said one day."It is easy to get money now.But when you get old, your money will be spent, and you will not be able to go out and get more.I know, master.I have studied the way of white men.On the beaches are many old men who were young once, and who could get money just like you.Now they are old, and they have nothing, and they wait about for the young men like you to come ashore and buy drinks for them.
"The black boy is a slave on the plantations.He gets twenty dollars a year.He works hard.The overseer does not work hard.
He rides a horse and watches the black boy work.He gets twelve hundred dollars a year.I am a sailor on the schooner.I get fifteen dollars a month.That is because I am a good sailor.I work hard.The captain has a double awning, and drinks beer out of long bottles.I have never seen him haul a rope or pull an oar.He gets one hundred and fifty dollars a month.I am a sailor.He is a navigator.'master, I think it would be very good for you to know navigation."Otoo spurred me on to it.He sailed with me as second mate on my first schooner, and he was far prouder of my command than I was myself.Later on it was:
"The captain is well paid, master; but the ship is in his keeping, and he is never free from the burden.It is the owner who is better paid--the owner who sits ashore with many servants and turns his money over.""True, but a schooner costs five thousand dollars--an old schooner at that," I objected."I should be an old man before I saved five thousand dollars.""There be short ways for white men to make money," he went on, pointing ashore at the cocoanut-fringed beach.
We were in the Solomons at the time, picking up a cargo of ivory nuts along the east coast of Guadalcanar.
"Between this river mouth and the next it is two miles," he said.
"The flat land runs far back.It is worth nothing now.Next year--who knows?--or the year after, men will pay much money for that land.The anchorage is good.Big steamers can lie close up.You can buy the land four miles deep from the old chief for ten thousand sticks of tobacco, ten bottles of square-face, and a Snider, which will cost you, maybe, one hundred dollars.Then you place the deed with the commissioner; and the next year, or the year after, you sell and become the owner of a ship."I followed his lead, and his words came true, though in three years, instead of two.Next came the grasslands deal on Guadalcanar--twenty thousand acres, on a governmental nine hundred and ninety-nine years' lease at a nominal sum.I owned the lease for precisely ninety days, when I sold it to a company for half a fortune.Always it was Otoo who looked ahead and saw the opportunity.He was responsible for the salving of the Doncaster--bought in at auction for a hundred pounds, and clearing three thousand after every expense was paid.He led me into the Savaii plantation and the cocoa venture on Upolu.
We did not go seafaring so much as in the old days.I was too well off.I married, and my standard of living rose; but Otoo remained the same old-time Otoo, moving about the house or trailing through the office, his wooden pipe in his mouth, a shilling undershirt on his back, and a four-shilling lava-lava about his loins.I could not get him to spend money.There was no way of repaying him except with love, and God knows he got that in full measure from all of us.The children worshipped him; and if he had been spoilable, my wife would surely have been his undoing.
