第 21 节
作者:做男人挺好的      更新:2021-02-20 15:19      字数:9322
  not see her。  And when I came up; she was there ahead of me;
  clinging to the side of the canoe and laughing。
  〃Almost I would not be denied。  But not for nothing was she a
  princess。  She rested her hand on my arm and compelled me to
  listen。  We should play a game; she said; enter into a competition
  for which should get the more squid; the biggest squid; and the
  smallest squid。  Since the wagers were kisses; you can well imagine
  I went down on the first next dive with soul aflame。
  〃I got no squid。  Never again in all my life have I dived for
  squid。  Perhaps we were five fathoms down and exploring the face of
  the reefwall for lurking places of our prey; when it happened。  I
  had found a likely lair and just proved it empty; when I felt or
  sensed the nearness of something inimical。  I turned。  There it
  was; alongside of me; and no mere fish…shark。  Fully a dozen feet
  in length; with the unmistakable phosphorescent cat's eye gleaming
  like a drowning star; I knew it for what it was; a tiger shark。
  〃Not ten feet to the right; probing a coral fissure with her squid
  stick; was the Princess; and the tiger shark was heading directly
  for her。  My totality of thought was precipitated to consciousness
  in a single all…embracing flash。  The man…eater must be deflected
  from her; and what was I; except a mad lover who would gladly fight
  and die; or more gladly fight and live; for his beloved?  Remember;
  she was the woman wonderful; and I was aflame for her。
  〃Knowing fully the peril of my act; I thrust the blunt…sharp end of
  my squid…stick into the side of the shark; much as one would
  attract a passing acquaintance with a thumb…nudge in the ribs。  And
  the man…eater turned on me。  You know the South Seas; and you know
  that the tiger shark; like the bald…face grizzly of Alaska; never
  gives trail。  The combat; fathoms deep under the sea; was on … if
  by combat may be named such a one…sided struggle。
  〃The Princess unaware; caught her squid and rose to the surface。
  The man…eater rushed me。  I fended him off with both hands on his
  nose above his thousand…toothed open mouth; so that he backed me
  against the sharp coral。  The scars are there to this day。
  Whenever I tried to rise; he rushed me; and I could not remain down
  there indefinitely without air。  Whenever he rushed me; I fended
  him off with my hands on his nose。  And I would have escaped
  unharmed; except for the slip of my right hand。  Into his mouth it
  went to the elbow。  His jaws closed; just below the elbow。  You
  know how a shark's teeth are。  Once in they cannot be released。
  They must go through to complete the bite; but they cannot go
  through heavy bone。  So; from just below the elbow he stripped the
  bone clean to the articulation of the wrist…joint; where his teeth
  met and my good right hand became his for an appetizer。
  〃But while he was doing this; I drove the thumb of my left hand; to
  the hilt into his eye…orifice and popped out his eye。  This did not
  stop him。  The meat had maddened him。  He pursued the gushing stump
  of my wrist。  Half a dozen times I fended with my intact arm。  Then
  he got the poor mangled arm again; closed down; and stripped the
  meat off the bone from the shoulder down to the elbow…joint; where
  his teeth met and he was free of his second mouthful of me。  But;
  at the same time; with my good arm; I thumbed out his remaining
  eye。〃
  Percival Delaney shrugged his shoulders; ere he resumed。
  〃From above; those in the canoe had beheld the entire happening and
  were loud in praise of my deed。  To this day they still sing the
  song of me; and tell the tale of me。  And the Princess。〃  His pause
  was brief but significant。  〃The Princess married me。 。 。 。 Oh;
  well…a…day and lack…a…day; the whirligig of time and fortune; the
  topsyturviness of luck; the wooden shoe going up and the polished
  heel descending a French gunboat; a conquered island kingdom of
  Oceania; to…day ruled over by a peasant…born; unlettered; colonial
  gendarme; and 。 。 。 〃
  He completed the sentence and the tale by burying his face in the
  down…tilted mouth of the condensed milk can and by gurgling the
  corrosive drink down his throat in thirsty gulps。
  After an appropriate pause; Chauncey Delarouse; otherwise Whiskers;
  took up the tale。
  〃Far be it from me to boast of no matter what place of birth I have
  descended from to sit here by this fire with such as 。 。 。 as
  chance along。  I may say; however; that I; too; was once a
  considerable figure of a man。  I may add that it was horses; plus
  parents too indulgent; that exiled me out over the world。  I may
  still wonder to query:  'Are Dover's cliffs still white?'〃
  〃Huh!〃 Bruce Cadogan Cavendish sneered。  〃Next you'll be asking:
  'How fares the old Lord Warden?'〃
  〃And I took every liberty; and vainly; with a constitution that was
  iron;〃 Whiskers hurried on。  〃Here I am with my three score and ten
  behind me; and back on that long road have I buried many a
  youngster that was as rare and devilish as I; but who could not
  stand the pace。  I knew the worst too young。  And now I know the
  worst too old。  But there was a time; alas all too short; when I
  knew; the best。
  〃I; too; kiss my hand to the Princess of my heart。  She was truly a
  princess; Polynesian; a thousand miles and more away to the
  eastward and the south from Delaney's Isle of Love。  The natives of
  all around that part of the South Seas called it the Jolly Island。
  Their own name; the name of the people who dwelt thereon;
  translates delicately and justly into 'The Island of Tranquil
  Laughter。'  On the chart you will find the erroneous name given to
  it by the old navigators to be Manatomana。  The seafaring gentry
  the round ocean around called it the Adamless Eden。  And the
  missionaries for a time called it God's Witness … so great had been
  their success at converting the inhabitants。  As for me; it was;
  and ever shall be; Paradise。
  〃It was MY Paradise; for it was there my Princess lived。  John
  Asibeli Tungi was king。  He was full…blooded native; descended out
  of the oldest and highest chief…stock that traced back to Manua
  which was the primeval sea home of the race。  Also was he known as
  John the Apostate。  He lived a long life and apostasized
  frequently。  First converted by the Catholics; he threw down the
  idols; broke the tabus; cleaned out the native priests; executed a
  few of the recalcitrant ones; and sent all his subjects to church。
  〃Next he fell for the traders; who developed in him a champagne
  thirst; and he shipped off the Catholic priests to New Zealand。
  The great majority of his subjects always followed his lead; and;
  having no religion at all; ensued the time of the Great
  Licentiousness; when by all South Seas missionaries his island; in
  sermons; was spoken of as Babylon。
  〃But the traders ruined his digestion with too much champagne; and
  after several years he fell for the Gospel according to the
  Methodists; sent his people to church; and cleaned up the beach and
  the trading crowd so spick and span that he would not permit them
  to smoke a pipe out of doors on Sunday; and; fined one of the chief
  traders one hundred gold sovereigns for washing his schooner's
  decks on the Sabbath morn。
  〃That was the time of the Blue Laws; but perhaps it was too
  rigorous for King John。  Off he packed the Methodists; one fine
  day; exiled several hundred of his people to Samoa for sticking to
  Methodism; and; of all things; invented a religion of his own; with
  himself the figure…head of worship。  In this he was aided and
  abetted by a renegade Fijian。  This lasted five years。  Maybe he
  grew tired of being God; or maybe it was because the Fijian
  decamped with the six thousand pounds in the royal treasury; but at
  any rate the Second Reformed Wesleyans got him; and his entire
  kingdom went Wesleyan。  The pioneer Wesleyan missionary he actually
  made prime minister; and what he did to the trading crowd was a
  caution。  Why; in the end; King John's kingdom was blacklisted and
  boycotted by the traders till the revenues diminished to zero; the
  people went bankrupt; and King John couldn't borrow a shilling from
  his most powerful chief。
  〃By this time he was getting old; and philosophic; and tolerant;
  and spiritually atavistic。  He fired out the Second Reformed
  Wesleyans; called back the exiles from Samoa; invited in the
  traders; held a general love…feast; took the lid off; proclaimed
  religious liberty and high tariff; and as for himself went back to
  the worship of his ancestors; dug up the idols; reinstated a few
  octogenarian priests; and observed the tabus。  All of which was
  lovely for the traders; and prosperity reigned。  Of course; most of
  his subjects followed him back into heathen worship。  Yet quite a
  sprinkling of Catholics; Methodists and Wesleyans remained true to
  their beliefs and managed to maintain a few squalid; one…horse
  churches。  But King John didn't