Then the Doctor called for one of their scribes-that is, a man who did picture-writing. Then he said he was still seriously thinking of allowing the parrots to drive them on into the sea, in order that this pleasant land might be rid, once for all, of their worthless carcases.Īt this a great cry for mercy went up, and the chief and all of them fell on their knees, calling out that they would submit to any conditions of peace he wished. First he called them a long string of names: cowards, loafers, thieves, vagabonds, good-for-nothings, bullies and what not. I never heard such a speech in my life-and I am quite sure that they never did either. There he turned around and at once began to address the people in a, firm voice. He marched right by them, up the steps to the door of the palace. The Doctor took not the slightest notice. Bumpo and I couldn't help smiling with satisfaction as we saw how the waiting crowds which lined the roadway bowed their heads to the ground, as the little, round, angry figure of the Doctor strutted ahead of us with his chin in the air.Īt the foot of the palace-steps the chief and all the more important personages of the tribe were waiting to meet him, smiling humbly and holding out their hands in friendliness. Leaving our canoes we passed up the main street to the palace of the chief. This people, with the terrible parrots still blackening the hills about their stone town, waiting for the word to descend and attack, were, we found, in a very humble mood. He and the Doctor between them managed to make themselves understood to the Bag-jagderags. Besides, among the half-dozen Popsipetels who accompanied us to paddle the canoes, was one boy to whom we had taught a little English. But the Doctor-always clever at languages-was already getting familiar with the Indian tongue.

Long Arrow had not come with us for he was as yet too weak from his wound. And he was still angry when he reached the City of Bag-jagderag. All the way down the coast of the island he never ceased to rail against this cowardly people who had attacked his friends, the Popsipetels, for no other reason but to rob them of their corn, because they were too idle to till the land themselves. But his anger, once aroused, was slow to die. When he threw himself into that fight at Popsipetel, I saw the Doctor really angry for the first time in my life. THE next day we set out for the far end of the island, and reaching it in canoes (for we went by sea) after a journey of twenty-five hours, we remained no longer than was necessary in the City of Bag-jagderag.

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