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The Whale Tooth |
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The Buli stole a look at the whale tooth. He was well paid for the deed. The missionary was surrounded by a mass of naked savages, all struggling to get at him. The death song, which is the song of the oven, was raised, and his expostulations could no longer be heard. But so cunningly did he twine and wreathe his body about his captor's that the death blow could not be struck. Erirola smiled, and the Buli grew angry. "Away with you!" he cried. "A nice story to go back to the coast--a dozen of you and one missionary, without weapons, weak as a woman, overcoming all of you." "Wait, O Buli," John Starhurst called out from the thick of the scuffle, "and I will overcome even you. For my weapons are Truth and Right, and no man can withstand them." "Come to me, then," the Buli answered, "for my weapon is only a poor miserable club, and, as you say, it cannot withstand you." The group separated from him, and John Starhurst stood alone, facing the Buli, who was leaning on an enormous, knotted warclub. "Come to me, missionary man, and overcome me," the Buli challenged. "Even so will I come to you and overcome you," John Starhurst made answer, first wiping his spectacles and settling them properly, then beginning his advance. The Buli raised the club and waited. "In the first place, my death will profit you nothing," began the argument. "I leave the answer to my club," was the Buli's reply. |
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