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Been
living
together
for
fifteen
years
--
twenty
years
--
could
not
tell
.
A
long
,
long
time
.
Good
wife
.
Beat
her
a
little
--
not
much
--
just
a
little
,
when
she
was
young
.
Had
to
--
for
the
sake
of
his
honour
.
Suddenly
in
her
old
age
she
goes
and
lends
three
brass
pots
to
her
sister
's
son
's
wife
,
and
begins
to
abuse
him
every
day
in
a
loud
voice
.
His
enemies
jeered
at
him
;
his
face
was
utterly
blackened
.
Pots
totally
lost
.
Awfully
cut
up
about
it
.
Impossible
to
fathom
a
story
like
that
;
told
him
to
go
home
,
and
promised
to
come
along
myself
and
settle
it
all
.
It
's
all
very
well
to
grin
,
but
it
was
the
dashedest
nuisance
!
A
day
's
journey
through
the
forest
,
another
day
lost
in
coaxing
a
lot
of
silly
villagers
to
get
at
the
rights
of
the
affair
.
There
was
the
making
of
a
sanguinary
shindy
in
the
thing
.
Every
bally
idiot
took
sides
with
one
family
or
the
other
,
and
one
half
of
the
village
was
ready
to
go
for
the
other
half
with
anything
that
came
handy
.
Honour
bright
!
No
joke
!
...
Instead
of
attending
to
their
bally
crops
.
Got
him
the
infernal
pots
back
of
course
--
and
pacified
all
hands
.
No
trouble
to
settle
it
.
Of
course
not
.
Could
settle
the
deadliest
quarrel
in
the
country
by
crooking
his
little
finger
.
The
trouble
was
to
get
at
the
truth
of
anything
.
Was
not
sure
to
this
day
whether
he
had
been
fair
to
all
parties
.
It
worried
him
.
And
the
talk
!
Jove
!
There
did
n't
seem
to
be
any
head
or
tail
to
it
.
Rather
storm
a
twenty-foot-high
old
stockade
any
day
.
Much
!
Child
's
play
to
that
other
job
.
Would
n't
take
so
long
either
.
Well
,
yes
;
a
funny
set
out
,
upon
the
whole
--
the
fool
looked
old
enough
to
be
his
grandfather
.
But
from
another
point
of
view
it
was
no
joke
.
His
word
decided
everything
--
ever
since
the
smashing
of
Sherif
Ali
.
An
awful
responsibility
,
"
he
repeated
.
"
No
,
really
--
joking
apart
,
had
it
been
three
lives
instead
of
three
rotten
brass
pots
it
would
have
been
the
same
...
"
'
Thus
he
illustrated
the
moral
effect
of
his
victory
in
war
.
It
was
in
truth
immense
.
It
had
led
him
from
strife
to
peace
,
and
through
death
into
the
innermost
life
of
the
people
;
but
the
gloom
of
the
land
spread
out
under
the
sunshine
preserved
its
appearance
of
inscrutable
,
of
secular
repose
.
The
sound
of
his
fresh
young
voice
--
it
's
extraordinary
how
very
few
signs
of
wear
he
showed
--
floated
lightly
,
and
passed
away
over
the
unchanged
face
of
the
forests
like
the
sound
of
the
big
guns
on
that
cold
dewy
morning
when
he
had
no
other
concern
on
earth
but
the
proper
control
of
the
chills
in
his
body
.
With
the
first
slant
of
sun-rays
along
these
immovable
tree-tops
the
summit
of
one
hill
wreathed
itself
,
with
heavy
reports
,
in
white
clouds
of
smoke
,
and
the
other
burst
into
an
amazing
noise
of
yells
,
war-cries
,
shouts
of
anger
,
of
surprise
,
of
dismay
.
Jim
and
Dain
Waris
were
the
first
to
lay
their
hands
on
the
stakes
.
The
popular
story
has
it
that
Jim
with
a
touch
of
one
finger
had
thrown
down
the
gate
.
He
was
,
of
course
,
anxious
to
disclaim
this
achievement
.
The
whole
stockade
--
he
would
insist
on
explaining
to
you
--
was
a
poor
affair
(
Sherif
Ali
trusted
mainly
to
the
inaccessible
position
)
;
and
,
anyway
,
the
thing
had
been
already
knocked
to
pieces
and
only
hung
together
by
a
miracle
.
He
put
his
shoulder
to
it
like
a
little
fool
and
went
in
head
over
heels
.
Jove
!
If
it
had
n't
been
for
Dain
Waris
,
a
pock-marked
tattooed
vagabond
would
have
pinned
him
with
his
spear
to
a
baulk
of
timber
like
one
of
Stein
's
beetles
.
The
third
man
in
,
it
seems
,
had
been
Tamb
'
Itam
,
Jim
's
own
servant
.
This
was
a
Malay
from
the
north
,
a
stranger
who
had
wandered
into
Patusan
,
and
had
been
forcibly
detained
by
Rajah
Allang
as
paddler
of
one
of
the
state
boats
.
He
had
made
a
bolt
of
it
at
the
first
opportunity
,
and
finding
a
precarious
refuge
(
but
very
little
to
eat
)
amongst
the
Bugis
settlers
,
had
attached
himself
to
Jim
's
person
.
His
complexion
was
very
dark
,
his
face
flat
,
his
eyes
prominent
and
injected
with
bile
.
There
was
something
excessive
,
almost
fanatical
,
in
his
devotion
to
his
"
white
lord
.
"
He
was
inseparable
from
Jim
like
a
morose
shadow
.
On
state
occasions
he
would
tread
on
his
master
's
heels
,
one
hand
on
the
haft
of
his
kriss
,
keeping
the
common
people
at
a
distance
by
his
truculent
brooding
glances
.
Jim
had
made
him
the
headman
of
his
establishment
,
and
all
Patusan
respected
and
courted
him
as
a
person
of
much
influence
.
At
the
taking
of
the
stockade
he
had
distinguished
himself
greatly
by
the
methodical
ferocity
of
his
fighting
.
The
storming
party
had
come
on
so
quick
--
Jim
said
--
that
notwithstanding
the
panic
of
the
garrison
,
there
was
a
"
hot
five
minutes
hand-to-hand
inside
that
stockade
,
till
some
bally
ass
set
fire
to
the
shelters
of
boughs
and
dry
grass
,
and
we
all
had
to
clear
out
for
dear
life
.
"
'
The
rout
,
it
seems
,
had
been
complete
.
Doramin
,
waiting
immovably
in
his
chair
on
the
hillside
,
with
the
smoke
of
the
guns
spreading
slowly
above
his
big
head
,
received
the
news
with
a
deep
grunt
.
When
informed
that
his
son
was
safe
and
leading
the
pursuit
,
he
,
without
another
sound
,
made
a
mighty
effort
to
rise
;
his
attendants
hurried
to
his
help
,
and
,
held
up
reverently
,
he
shuffled
with
great
dignity
into
a
bit
of
shade
,
where
he
laid
himself
down
to
sleep
,
covered
entirely
with
a
piece
of
white
sheeting
.
In
Patusan
the
excitement
was
intense
.
Jim
told
me
that
from
the
hill
,
turning
his
back
on
the
stockade
with
its
embers
,
black
ashes
,
and
half-consumed
corpses
,
he
could
see
time
after
time
the
open
spaces
between
the
houses
on
both
sides
of
the
stream
fill
suddenly
with
a
seething
rush
of
people
and
get
empty
in
a
moment
.
His
ears
caught
feebly
from
below
the
tremendous
din
of
gongs
and
drums
;
the
wild
shouts
of
the
crowd
reached
him
in
bursts
of
faint
roaring
.
A
lot
of
streamers
made
a
flutter
as
of
little
white
,
red
,
yellow
birds
amongst
the
brown
ridges
of
roofs
.
"
You
must
have
enjoyed
it
,
"
I
murmured
,
feeling
the
stir
of
sympathetic
emotion
.
"'
It
was
...
it
was
immense
!
Immense
!
"
he
cried
aloud
,
flinging
his
arms
open
.
The
sudden
movement
startled
me
as
though
I
had
seen
him
bare
the
secrets
of
his
breast
to
the
sunshine
,
to
the
brooding
forests
,
to
the
steely
sea
.
Below
us
the
town
reposed
in
easy
curves
upon
the
banks
of
a
stream
whose
current
seemed
to
sleep
.
"
Immense
!
"
he
repeated
for
a
third
time
,
speaking
in
a
whisper
,
for
himself
alone
.
'
Immense
!
No
doubt
it
was
immense
;
the
seal
of
success
upon
his
words
,
the
conquered
ground
for
the
soles
of
his
feet
,
the
blind
trust
of
men
,
the
belief
in
himself
snatched
from
the
fire
,
the
solitude
of
his
achievement
.
All
this
,
as
I
've
warned
you
,
gets
dwarfed
in
the
telling
.
I
ca
n't
with
mere
words
convey
to
you
the
impression
of
his
total
and
utter
isolation
.
I
know
,
of
course
,
he
was
in
every
sense
alone
of
his
kind
there
,
but
the
unsuspected
qualities
of
his
nature
had
brought
him
in
such
close
touch
with
his
surroundings
that
this
isolation
seemed
only
the
effect
of
his
power
.
His
loneliness
added
to
his
stature
.
There
was
nothing
within
sight
to
compare
him
with
,
as
though
he
had
been
one
of
those
exceptional
men
who
can
be
only
measured
by
the
greatness
of
their
fame
;
and
his
fame
,
remember
,
was
the
greatest
thing
around
for
many
a
day
's
journey
.
You
would
have
to
paddle
,
pole
,
or
track
a
long
weary
way
through
the
jungle
before
you
passed
beyond
the
reach
of
its
voice
.
Its
voice
was
not
the
trumpeting
of
the
disreputable
goddess
we
all
know
--
not
blatant
--
not
brazen
.
It
took
its
tone
from
the
stillness
and
gloom
of
the
land
without
a
past
,
where
his
word
was
the
one
truth
of
every
passing
day
It
shared
something
of
the
nature
of
that
silence
through
which
it
accompanied
you
into
unexplored
depths
,
heard
continuously
by
your
side
,
penetrating
,
far-reaching
--
tinged
with
wonder
and
mystery
on
the
lips
of
whispering
men
.
'
