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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Where I puts your bed, massa?" asked Moses, turning his huge eyes on his master. "There under the bush, beside Nigel." "An' where would you like to sleep, Massa Spinkie?" added the negro, with a low obeisance to the monkey, which sat on the top of what seemed to be its favourite seat a watercask.
Then, without saying a word to each other, they coasted along the shore of the island, and, finally, leaving its dangers behind, them, made for the island of Java poor Spinkie sitting in his accustomed place and looking uncommonly subdued! Scarcely had they pushed off into Sunda Straits when the volcano burst out afresh.
"We are safe from pursuit now," said Van der Kemp in a tone of satisfaction, as they paused for a breathing spell. "O massa!" exclaimed Moses at that moment, in a voice of consternation; "we's forgotten Spinkie!" "So we have!" returned the hermit in a voice of regret so profound that Nigel could scarce restrain a laugh in spite of his sympathy. But Spinkie had not forgotten himself.
Being extremely fond of monkeys, Nigel went forward to fondle him, and Spinkie being equally fond of fondling, resigned himself placidly after one interrogative gaze of wide-eyed suspicion into the stranger's hands. A lifelong friendship was cemented then and there. After stowing the cargo the party returned to the upper cavern, leaving the monkey to guard the canoe.
But Spinkie did not seem to perceive the necessity, for he clung closer to his master with a remonstrative croak. "Get down, Spinkie," said the hermit firmly, "and watch the canoe." The poor beast had apparently learned that Medo-Persic law was not more unchangeable than Van der Kemp's commands!
With the alacrity peculiar to his race, Spinkie sprang through the manhole and sat down in his particular place to superintend, perhaps to admire, the work of his human friends, whose dishevelled heads emerged simultaneously from their respective burrows. Dawn is a period of the day when the spirit of man is calmly reflective.
"Biskit," said Moses, with his mouth full, "an' look out for Spinkie." He handed forward a deep tray of the sailor's familiar food, but Nigel was too slow to profit by the warning given, for Spinkie darted both hands into the tray and had stuffed his mouth and cheeks full almost before a man could wink!
"Is that what he is doing?" asked Nigel of the negro. "Oh no, Massa Nadgel," said Moses. "Spinkie nebber ketch cold an' hab no need ob a pocket-hangkitcher. He only tickles his nose wid 'is tail. But he's bery fond ob doin' dat."
With the alacrity peculiar to his race, Spinkie sprang through the manhole and sat down in his particular place to superintend, perhaps to admire, the work of his human friends, whose dishevelled heads emerged simultaneously from their respective burrows. Dawn is a period of the day when the spirit of man is calmly reflective.
But Spinkie did not seem to perceive the necessity, for he clung closer to his master with a remonstrative, croak. "Get down, Spinkie," said the hermit firmly, "and watch the canoe." The poor beast had apparently learned that Medo-persic law was not more unchangeable than Van der Kemp's commands!
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