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Melville, Herman, 1819-1891 [1849], Mardi and a voyage thither, volume 1 (Harper & Brothers, New York) [word count] [eaf275v1].
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CHAPTER XLII. REMORSE.

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During the skirmish not a single musket had been discharged.
The first snatched by Jarl had missed fire, and
ere he could seize another, it was close quarters with him,
and no gestures to spare. His harpoon was his all. And
truly, there is nothing like steel in a fray. It comes and it
goes with a will, and is never a-weary. Your sword is your
life, and that of your foe; to keep or to take as it happens.
Closer home does it go than a rammer; and fighting with
steel is a play without ever an interlude. There are points
more deadly than bullets; and stocks packed full of subtle
tubes, whence comes an impulse more reliable than powder.

Binding our prisoners lengthwise across the boat's seats,
we rowed for the canoe, making signs of amity.

Now, if there be any thing fitted to make a high tide ebb
in the veins, it is the sight of a vanquished foe, inferior to
yourself in powers of destruction; but whom some necessity
has forced you to subdue. All victories are not triumphs,
nor all who conquer, heroes.

As we drew near the canoe, it was plain, that the loss of
their sire had again for the instant overcome the survivors.
Raising hands, they cursed us; and at intervals sent forth a
low, piercing wail, peculiar to their race. As before, faint
cries were heard from the tent. And all the while rose and
fell on the sea, the ill-fated canoe.

As I gazed at this sight, what iron mace fell on my soul;
what curse rang sharp in my ear! It was I, who was the
author of the deed that caused the shrill wails that I heard.

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By this hand, the dead man had died. Remorse smote me
hard; and like lightning I asked myself, whether the deathdeed
I had done was sprung of a virtuous motive, the rescuing
a captive from thrall; or whether beneath that pretense,
I had engaged in this fatal affray for some other, and
selfish purpose; the companionship of a beautiful maid. But
throttling the thought, I swore to be gay. Am I not rescuing
the maiden? Let them go down who withstand me.

At the dismal spectacle before him, Jarl, hitherto menacing
our prisoners with his weapon, in order to intimidate
their countrymen, honest Jarl dropped his harpoon. But
shaking his knife in the air, Samoa yet defied the strangers;
nor could we prevent him. His heathenish blood was up.

Standing foremost in the boat, I now assured the strangers,
that all we sought at their hands was the maiden in the tent.
That captive surrendered, our own, unharmed, should be
restored. If not, they must die. With a cry, they started
to their feet, and brandished their clubs; but, seeing Jarl's
harpoon quivering over the hearts of our prisoners, they
quickly retreated; at last signifying their acquiescence in my
demand. Upon this, I sprang to the dais, and across it indicating
a line near the bow, signed the Islanders to retire
beyond it. Then, calling upon them one by one to deliver
their weapons, they were passed into the boat.

The Chamois was now brought round to the canoe's stern;
and leaving Jarl to defend it as before, the Upoluan rejoined
me on the dais. By these precautions—the hostages still
remaining bound hand and foot in the boat—we deemed
ourselves entirely secure.

Attended by Samoa, I stood before the tent, now still
as the grave.

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Melville, Herman, 1819-1891 [1849], Mardi and a voyage thither, volume 1 (Harper & Brothers, New York) [word count] [eaf275v1].
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