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Updated: June 9, 2025
To Hunilla, pain seemed so necessary, that pain in other beings, though by love and sympathy made her own, was unrepiningly to be borne. A heart of yearning in a frame of steel. A heart of earthly yearning, frozen by the frost which falleth from the sky. The sequel is soon told.
Nor did ever any wife of the most famous admiral, in her husband's barge, receive more silent reverence of respect than poor Hunilla from this boat's crew. Rounding many a vitreous cape and bluff, in two hours' time we shot inside the fatal reef; wound into a secret cove, looked up along a green many-gabled lava wall, and saw the island's solitary dwelling.
"There were more days," said our Captain; "many, many more; why did you not go on and notch them, too, Hunilla?" "Señor, ask me not." "And meantime, did no other vessel pass the isle?" "Nay, Señor; but " "You do not speak; but what, Hunilla?" "Ask me not, Señor." "You saw ships pass, far away; you waved to them; they passed on; was that it, Hunilla?" "Señor, be it as you say."
The last seen of lone Hunilla she was passing into Payta town, riding upon a small gray ass; and before her on the ass's shoulders, she eyed the jointed workings of the beast's armorial cross.
Humanity, thou strong thing, I worship thee, not in the laureled victor, but in this vanquished one. Truly Hunilla leaned upon a reed, a real one; no metaphor; a real Eastern reed. A piece of hollow cane, drifted from unknown isles, and found upon the beach, its once jagged ends rubbed smoothly even as by sand-paper; its golden glazing gone.
Hunilla now sought to settle precisely in her mind, to an hour, how long it was since the ship had sailed; and then, with the same precision, how long a space remained to pass. But this proved impossible. What present day or month it was she could not say. Time was her labyrinth, in which Hunilla was entirely lost. And now follows Against my own purposes a pause descends upon me here.
Having pointed out, at our desire, what few things she would like transported to the ship her chest, the oil, not omitting the live tortoises which she intended for a grateful present to our Captain we immediately set to work, carrying them to the boat down the long, sloping stair of deeply-shadowed rock. While my comrades were thus employed, I looked and Hunilla had disappeared.
Already the anchor had been recommitted to the bottom, and the ship swung calmly to it. But Hunilla insisted upon accompanying the boat as indispensable pilot to her hidden hut. So being refreshed with the best the steward could supply, she started with us.
In telling her own story she passed this almost entirely over, simply recounting the event. Construe the comment of her features as you might, from her mere words little would you have weened that Hunilla was herself the heroine of her tale. But not thus did she defraud us of our tears. All hearts bled that grief could be so brave.
But in all things man sows upon the wind, which bloweth just there whither it listeth; for ill or good, man cannot know. Often ill comes from the good, as good from ill. When Hunilla Dire sight it is to see some silken beast long dally with a golden lizard ere she devour.
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