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A
marvellous
wandering
,
that
which
followed
on
the
old
Sparwehr
.
We
were
in
quest
of
new
lands
of
silk
and
spices
.
In
truth
,
we
found
fevers
,
violent
deaths
,
pestilential
paradises
where
death
and
beauty
kept
charnel-house
together
.
That
old
Johannes
Maartens
,
with
no
hint
of
romance
in
that
stolid
face
and
grizzly
square
head
of
his
,
sought
the
islands
of
Solomon
,
the
mines
of
Golconda
--
ay
,
he
sought
old
lost
Atlantis
which
he
hoped
to
find
still
afloat
unscuppered
.
And
he
found
head-hunting
,
tree-dwelling
anthropophagi
instead
.
We
landed
on
strange
islands
,
sea-pounded
on
their
shores
and
smoking
at
their
summits
,
where
kinky-haired
little
animal-men
made
monkey-wailings
in
the
jungle
,
planted
their
forest
run-ways
with
thorns
and
stake-pits
,
and
blew
poisoned
splinters
into
us
from
out
the
twilight
jungle
bush
.
And
whatsoever
man
of
us
was
wasp-stung
by
such
a
splinter
died
horribly
and
howling
.
And
we
encountered
other
men
,
fiercer
,
bigger
,
who
faced
us
on
the
beaches
in
open
fight
,
showering
us
with
spears
and
arrows
,
while
the
great
tree
drums
and
the
little
tom-toms
rumbled
and
rattled
war
across
the
tree-filled
hollows
,
and
all
the
hills
were
pillared
with
signal-smokes
.
Hendrik
Hamel
was
supercargo
and
part
owner
of
the
Sparwehr
adventure
,
and
what
he
did
not
own
was
the
property
of
Captain
Johannes
Maartens
.
The
latter
spoke
little
English
,
Hendrik
Hamel
but
little
more
.
The
sailors
,
with
whom
I
gathered
,
spoke
Dutch
only
.
But
trust
a
sea-cuny
to
learn
Dutch
--
ay
,
and
Korean
,
as
you
shall
see
.
Toward
the
end
we
came
to
the
charted
country
of
Japan
.
But
the
people
would
have
no
dealings
with
us
,
and
two
sworded
officials
,
in
sweeping
robes
of
silk
that
made
Captain
Johannes
Maartens
'
mouth
water
,
came
aboard
of
us
and
politely
requested
us
to
begone
.
Under
their
suave
manners
was
the
iron
of
a
warlike
race
,
and
we
knew
,
and
went
our
way
.
We
crossed
the
Straits
of
Japan
and
were
entering
the
Yellow
Sea
on
our
way
to
China
,
when
we
laid
the
Sparwehr
on
the
rocks
.
She
was
a
crazy
tub
the
old
Sparwehr
,
so
clumsy
and
so
dirty
with
whiskered
marine-life
on
her
bottom
that
she
could
not
get
out
of
her
own
way
.
Close-hauled
,
the
closest
she
could
come
was
to
six
points
of
the
wind
;
and
then
she
bobbed
up
and
down
,
without
way
,
like
a
derelict
turnip
.
Galliots
were
clippers
compared
with
her
.
To
tack
her
about
was
undreamed
of
;
to
wear
her
required
all
hands
and
half
a
watch
.
So
situated
,
we
were
caught
on
a
lee
shore
in
an
eight-point
shift
of
wind
at
the
height
of
a
hurricane
that
had
beaten
our
souls
sick
for
forty-eight
hours
.
We
drifted
in
upon
the
land
in
the
chill
light
of
a
stormy
dawn
across
a
heartless
cross-sea
mountain
high
.
It
was
dead
of
winter
,
and
between
smoking
snow-squalls
we
could
glimpse
the
forbidding
coast
,
if
coast
it
might
be
called
,
so
broken
was
it
.
There
were
grim
rock
isles
and
islets
beyond
counting
,
dim
snow-covered
ranges
beyond
,
and
everywhere
upstanding
cliffs
too
steep
for
snow
,
outjuts
of
headlands
,
and
pinnacles
and
slivers
of
rock
upthrust
from
the
boiling
sea
.
There
was
no
name
to
this
country
on
which
we
drove
,
no
record
of
it
ever
having
been
visited
by
navigators
.
Its
coast-line
was
only
hinted
at
in
our
chart
.
From
all
of
which
we
could
argue
that
the
inhabitants
were
as
inhospitable
as
the
little
of
their
land
we
could
see
.
The
Sparwehr
drove
in
bow-on
upon
a
cliff
.
There
was
deep
water
to
its
sheer
foot
,
so
that
our
sky-aspiring
bowsprit
crumpled
at
the
impact
and
snapped
short
off
.
The
foremast
went
by
the
board
,
with
a
great
snapping
of
rope-shrouds
and
stays
,
and
fell
forward
against
the
cliff
.
