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Updated: June 28, 2025
I'll send some of your black fellows to come if you give up your pistols and gun." "What!" roared Mallam. "I'm king here, and here, you tell the doctor to come to me directly." "Shan't," growled Bostock. "Big Dan brokum," whispered Black Jackum. "Yes," said Carey, "both legs." "Black Jackum go and men'. No. Big Dan shoot um."
There was a strange sight before him as he walked aft, for the blacks were gathered round four of their party, who had evidently begun in the middle and worked away from thence towards head and tail, in pairs, skinning the great snake, to the great defilement of the clean deck. Black Jackum made way for the boy to see as he came up, grinning as was his wont. "Good eatum," he said, eagerly.
"Mumkull, eatum. Good, good," cried Jackum, and the noise made below roused the sleeping serpent, whose head rose up, showing the mark where the mouth opened, and Carey could see the glistening forked tongue darting in and out through the orifice at the apices of the jaws.
Come 'long." Jackum started off, followed by Carey and the rest in single file, their leader with his head down and eyes reading the ground from right to left as if in search of something lost.
Say go hunt, get bird to cookie, cookie. Come, run fas'." He set the example and plunged at once into the great cocoanut grove, followed by Carey and his companions. "Big Dan no see now," cried Jackum, and he grinned and pointed up at the nuts overhead. "Good, good?" "Yes," cried Carey; "let's have some."
For the black had crept close up to the berth and squatted down, gazing anxiously in the sufferer's face. "Doc-tor mumkull?" he said. "Killed? Oh, no, my man. I hope not for a long time yet." "Mumkull no," said Jackum. "Brokum?" "Yes, broken if you like," and he pointed to the slit-up leg of his trousers and a large bloodstained bandage, tightly bound round.
Black Jackum roared at this, and Bostock made a feint of splashing him, to the other blacks' great delight. Jackum dodged and ducked his head, Bostock keeping up the threatening till Jackum protested. "No no no," he cried. "Let feel um," and he stretched out his hands. "All right," cried Bostock, ceasing his watery threats; "feel then." "Feel cookie," said Jackum, solemnly. "Cookie brokum?"
The boy made a snatch at the crescent-moon-like weapon, and got hold; but the black seized it too, shouting, "No, no, no!" and his companions began to shout what sounded like a protest. "No, no throw. Go bottom." "I should make it come back." The black grinned knowingly. "Jackum show soon. Jackum fro."
Then a few chops with a stone axe made a hole in the not yet hardened shell, and a nut with its delicious contents of sweet, sub-acid milk and pulp was handed to the boy, the giver grinning with satisfaction as he saw how it was enjoyed. The blacks were soon similarly occupied, each finishing a nut, and then Jackum led the way inland. "Are you going to the river?" asked Carey.
"Bob," said Carey, suddenly, "it is quite plain, isn't it, that we can't move the doctor?" "Well, sir, I s'pose so." "Then it is impossible for me to leave him. If there is an explosion I hope and pray that we two may escape." "What about me, then, sir?" "You will go to the boat directly with Jackum. I shall make him go." "Right, sir, and wait in the boat till the ship blows up.
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