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I was not too strong when I reached the outrigger and hung my weight upon it. We ate the liver of that mako, and damned him as we ate. I had fought him from the ledge upward at least eighty feet of the hundred." "Aue!" said Red Chicken, hearing me exclaim at the tale. "You have never seen a man fight the mako? Epo! To-morrow we shall show you."
We three men swimming in the beams of the lantern came closer to her at every stroke. "Almost my hand was upon her, when the largest shark I have ever seen rose beside her. You know it is at night that these devils look for their prey. Anna saw the mako at the same moment, and made a great splashing. I heard her call out the name of Bernadette the Blessed.
The Ghost Girl shook the ena-covered maiden. "Oi vii!" she said petulantly. "Take in your feet. Do you want the mako to eat them? Do you not remember your sister?" The shark still moved a few fathoms away. We were now in the open sea, with forty miles to go to the Bay of Traitors.
But he, who had traveled far, who had seen the capital of the world, Tahiti, and had learned much of the ways of the foreigner, would have none of them. He would live as his fathers had lived, and die as they had died. "It is not long. We vanish like the small fish before the hunger of the mako. The High Places are broken, and the pahue covers our paepaes. It does not matter.
"But you are not afraid of them. You swim where they are," said I. "Few of us are bitten by sharks," said Tetuahunahuna, sizing up a puff of wind that brought a faint hope. It died, and he continued. "We are often in the sea, and do not fear the mako enough to make us weak against him. I have killed many with a knife.
I seized his tail quickly, and as he swept around to free himself I had time to draw the knife from my pareu and stab him. He passed over me again, and this time his teeth entered my shoulder, here " He opened his shirt and showed me a long, livid scar, serrated, the hall-mark of a fighter of mako.
"Mako!" she cried. "Puaa hae!" She pointed to starboard. A gray fin moved slowly through the water twenty feet away. "A shark, and a wicked beast he is!" She reached to pick up an opened cocoanut and tossed some of the milk over her shoulder to appease the demon. "Mako!" she repeated. "Puaa hae!" "Requin!" echoed Tetuahunahuna in French. "The devil of the Marquesas!"
Pulitzer's daily life during the months immediately preceding his death would be unintelligible to all but the very few who knew him in recent years if it were not prefaced by a brief biographical note. Joseph Pulitzer was born in the village of Mako, near Buda Pesth in Hungary, on April 10, 1847. His father was a Jew, his mother a Christian.
You'll see what that kid thought of me." In the light from the open cabin window I read the letter, painfully written on cheap, blue-lined paper. "Greetings to you, McHenry, in Tahiti, from Your Dog. It is hard to live without you. It is long since I have seen you. It is hard. I go to join my father. I give myself to the mako. To you, McHenry, from Your Dog, greetings and farewell."
"The men with me turned about, but I kept on. I cried to the boat to hurry to us. I could see the mako turn in the water, as he must do to take anything into his mouth. I kicked him and I struck him, and I cursed him by the name of Manu-Aiata, the shark god. If I had had a knife I could have killed him easily. "But, Menike, I could do nothing. He did not want me. The boat came, but not in time.
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