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Updated: June 27, 2025
Then he turned and followed by Bumpo, the Popsipetels and myself, walked rapidly down to the canoes. BUT the change of heart in the Bag-jagderags was really sincere. The Doctor had made a great impression on them a deeper one than even he himself realized at the time.
The Bag-jagderags, who were so anxious to have you govern them, sent spies and messengers ahead of you; and when they found that you had been elected Chief of the Popsipetels overnight they were bitterly disappointed.
I've been doing some one else's business all the time. And now they want me to go on doing it! Why, once I'm made King of the Popsipetels, that's the end of me as a useful naturalist. I'd be too busy for anything. All I'd be then is just a er er just a king." "Well, that's something!" said Bumpo. "My father is a king and has a hundred and twenty wives."
Long Arrow brought another Indian, short but enormously broad, and introduced him to the Doctor as Big Teeth, the chief warrior of the Popsipetels. The Doctor volunteered to go and see the enemy and try to argue the matter out peacefully with them instead of fighting; for war, he said, was at best a stupid wasteful business. But the two shook their heads. Such a plan was hopeless, they said.
Well on into the early hours of the morning the little town fairly buzzed with a great low murmur: the Popsipetels sitting up talking of their wonderful pale-faced visitor and this strange good thing he had brought with him FIRE! VERY early in our experience of Popsipetel kindness we saw that if we were to get anything done at all, we would almost always have to do it secretly.
It has since become one of the traditional folksongs of the Popsipetels. Oh hear ye the Song of the Terrible Three And the fight that they fought by the edge of the sea. Down from the mountains, the rocks and the crags, Swarming like wasps, came the Bag-jagderags. Surrounding our village, our walls they broke down. Oh, sad was the plight of our men and our town!
Then we all got hold of some kind of weapon with which to help our friends, the gallant Popsipetels: I borrowed a bow and a quiver full of arrows; Jip was content to rely upon his old, but still strong teeth; Chee-Chee took a bag of rocks and climbed a palm where he could throw them down upon the enemies' heads; and Bumpo marched after the Doctor to the fence armed with a young tree in one hand and a door-post in the other.
THEN the Doctor asked Long Arrow if he knew what fire was, explaining it to him by pictures drawn on the buckskin table-cloth. Long Arrow said he had seen such a thing coming out of the tops of volcanoes; but that neither he nor any of the Popsipetels knew how it was made. "Poor perishing heathens!" muttered Bumpo. "No wonder the old chief died of cold!"
ON our way back to the village the Doctor began discussing natural history with Long Arrow. But their most interesting talk, mainly about plants, had hardly begun when an Indian runner came dashing up to us with a message. Long Arrow listened gravely to the breathless, babbled words, then turned to the Doctor and said in eagle tongue, "Great White Man, an evil thing has befallen the Popsipetels.
Another length of the fence crashed down, and through the widened gap the Bag-jagderags poured in on us like a flood. "To the canoes! To the sea!" shouted the Popsipetels. "Fly for your lives! All is over! The war is lost!" But the Doctor and I never got a chance to fly for our lives. We were swept off our feet and knocked down flat by the sheer weight of the mob.
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