lurching　litter　and　watched　the　fading　of　the　passing　world；
  beholding　for　the　last　time　the　breadfruit　tree　before　the　devil…
  devil　house；　the　dim　day　beneath　the　matted　jungle　roof；　the　gloomy
  gorge　between　the　shouldering　mountains；　the　saddle　of　raw
  limestone；　and　the　mesa　of　black　volcanic　sand。
  Down　the　spiral　path　of　the　pit　they　bore　him；　encircling　the
  sheening；　glowing　Red　One　that　seemed　ever　imminent　to　iridesce
  from　colour　and　light　into　sweet　singing　and　thunder。　　And　over
  bones　and　logs　of　immolated　men　and　gods　they　bore　him；　past　the
  horrors　of　other　immolated　ones　that　yet　lived；　to　the　three…king…
  post　tripod　and　the　huge　king…post　striker。
  Here　Bassett；　helped　by　Ngurn　and　Balatta；　weakly　sat　up；　swaying
  weakly　from　the　hips；　and　with　clear；　unfaltering；　all…seeing　eyes
  gazed　upon　the　Red　One。
  〃Once；　O　Ngurn；〃　he　said；　not　taking　his　eyes　from　the　sheening；
  vibrating　surface　whereon　and　wherein　all　the　shades　of　cherry…red
  played　unceasingly；　ever　a…quiver　to　change　into　sound；　to　become
  silken　rustlings；　silvery　whisperings；　golden　thrummings　of　cords；
  velvet　pipings　of　elfland；　mellow　distances　of　thunderings。
  〃I　wait；〃　Ngurn　prompted　after　a　long　pause；　the　long…handled
  tomahawk　unassumingly　ready　in　his　hand。
  〃Once；　O　Ngurn；〃　Bassett　repeated；　〃let　the　Red　One　speak　so　that　I
  may　see　it　speak　as　well　as　hear　it。　　Then　strike；　thus；　when　I
  raise　my　hand；　for；　when　I　raise　my　hand；　I　shall　drop　my　head
  forward　and　make　place　for　the　stroke　at　the　base　of　my　neck。　　But；
  O　Ngurn；　I；　who　am　about　to　pass　out　of　the　light　of　day　for　ever；
  would　like　to　pass　with　the　wonder…voice　of　the　Red　One　singing
  greatly　in　my　ears。〃
  〃And　I　promise　you　that　never　will　a　head　be　so　well　cured　as
  yours；〃　Ngurn　assured　him；　at　the　same　time　signalling　the
  tribesmen　to　man　the　propelling　ropes　suspended　from　the　king…post
  striker。　　〃Your　head　shall　be　my　greatest　piece　of　work　in　the
  curing　of　heads。〃
  Bassett　smiled　quietly　to　the　old　one's　conceit；　as　the　great
  carved　log；　drawn　back　through　two…score　feet　of　space；　was
  released。　　The　next　moment　he　was　lost　in　ecstasy　at　the　abrupt　and
  thunderous　liberation　of　sound。　　But　such　thunder！　　Mellow　it　was
  with　preciousness　of　all　sounding　metals。　　Archangels　spoke　in　it；
  it　was　magnificently　beautiful　before　all　other　sounds；　it　was
  invested　with　the　intelligence　of　supermen　of　planets　of　other
  suns；　it　was　the　voice　of　God；　seducing　and　commanding　to　be　heard。
  And　…　the　everlasting　miracle　of　that　interstellar　metal！　Bassett；
  with　his　own　eyes；　saw　colour　and　colours　transform　into　sound　till
  the　whole　visible　surface　of　the　vast　sphere　was　a…crawl　and
  titillant　and　vaporous　with　what　he　could　not　tell　was　colour　or
  was　sound。　　In　that　moment　the　interstices　of　matter　were　his；　and
  the　interfusings　and　intermating　transfusings　of　matter　and　force。
  Time　passed。　　At　the　last　Bassett　was　brought　back　from　his　ecstasy
  by　an　impatient　movement　of　Ngurn。　　He　had　quite　forgotten　the　old
  devil…devil　one。　　A　quick　flash　of　fancy　brought　a　husky　chuckle
  into　Bassett's　throat。　　His　shot…gun　lay　beside　him　in　the　litter。
  All　he　had　to　do；　muzzle　to　head；　was　to　press　the　trigger　and　blow
  his　head　into　nothingness。
  But　why　cheat　him？　was　Bassett's　next　thought。　　Head…hunting；
  cannibal　beast　of　a　human　that　was　as　much　ape　as　human；
  nevertheless　Old　Ngurn　had；　according　to　his　lights；　played　squarer
  than　square。　　Ngurn　was　in　himself　a　forerunner　of　ethics　and
  contract；　of　consideration；　and　gentleness　in　man。　　No；　Bassett
  decided；　it　would　be　a　ghastly　pity　and　an　act　of　dishonour　to
  cheat　the　old　fellow　at　the　last。　　His　head　was　Ngurn's；　and
  Ngurn's　head　to　cure　it　would　be。
  And　Bassett；　raising　his　hand　in　signal；　bending　forward　his　head
  as　agreed　so　as　to　expose　cleanly　the　articulation　to　his　taut
  spinal　cord；　forgot　Balatta；　who　was　merely　a　woman；　a　woman　merely
  and　only　and　undesired。　　He　knew；　without　seeing；　when　the　razor…
  edged　hatchet　rose　in　the　air　behind　him。　　And　for　that　instant；
  ere　the　end；　there　fell　upon　Bassett　the　shadows　of　the　Unknown；　a
  sense　of　impending　marvel　of　the　rending　of　walls　before　the
  imaginable。　　Almost；　when　he　knew　the　blow　had　started　and　just　ere
  the　edge　of　steel　bit　the　flesh　and　nerves　it　seemed　that　he　gazed
  upon　the　serene　face　of　the　Medusa；　Truth　…　And；　simultaneous　with
  the　bite　of　the　steel　on　the　onrush　of　the　dark；　in　a　flashing
  instant　of　fancy；　he　saw　the　vision　of　his　head　turning　slowly；
  always　turning；　in　the　devil…devil　house　beside　the　breadfruit
  tree。
  Waikiki；　Honolulu；
  MAY　22；　1916。
  STORY：　　THE　HUSSY
  THERE　are　some　stories　that　have　to　be　true　…　the　sort　that　cannot
  be　fabricated　by　a　ready　fiction…reckoner。　　And　by　the　same　token
  there　are　some　men　with　stories　to　tell　who　cannot　be　doubted。
  Such　a　man　was　Julian　Jones。　　Although　I　doubt　if　the　average
  reader　of　this　will　believe　the　story　Julian　Jones　told　me。
  Nevertheless　I　believe　it。　　So　thoroughly　am　I　convinced　of　its
  verity　that　I　am　willing；　nay；　eager；　to　invest　capital　in　the
  enterprise　and　embark　personally　on　the　adventure　to　a　far　land。
  It　was　in　the　Australian　Building　at　the　Panama　Pacific　Exposition
  that　I　met　him。　　I　was　standing　before　an　exhibit　of　facsimiles　of
  the　record　nuggets　which　had　been　discovered　in　the　goldfields　of
  the　Antipodes。　　Knobbed；　misshapen　and　massive；　it　was　as　difficult
  to　believe　that　they　were　not　real　gold　as　it　was　to　believe　the
  accompanying　statistics　of　their　weights　and　values。
  〃That's　what　those　kangaroo…hunters　call　a　nugget；〃　boomed　over　my
  shoulder　directly　at　the　largest　of　the　specimens。
  I　turned　and　looked　up　into　the　dim　blue　eyes　of　Julian　Jones。　　I
  looked　up；　for　he　stood　something　like　six　feet　four　inches　in
  height。　　His　hair；　a　wispy；　sandy　yellow；　seemed　as　dimmed　and
  faded　as　his　eyes。　　It　may　have　been　the　sun　which　had　washed　out
  his　colouring；　at　least　his　face　bore　the　evidence　of　a　prodigious
  and　ardent　sun…burn　which　had　long　since　faded　to　yellow。　　As　his
  eyes　turned　from　the　exhibit　and　focussed　on　mine　I　noted　a　queer
  look　in　them　as　of　one　who　vainly　tries　to　recall　some　fact　of
  supreme　importance。
  〃What's　the　matter　with　it　as　a　nugget？〃　　I　demanded。
  The　remote；　indwelling　expression　went　out　of　his　eyes　as　he　boomed
  〃Why；　its　size。〃
  〃It　does　seem　large；〃　I　admitted。　　〃But　there's　no　doubt　it's
  authentic。　　The　Australian　Government　would　scarcely　dare　…　〃
  〃Large！〃　he　interrupted；　with　a　sniff　and　a　sneer。
  〃Largest　ever　discovered　…　〃　I　started　on。
  〃Ever　discovered！〃　　His　dim　eyes　smouldered　hotly　as　he　proceeded。
  〃Do　you　think　that　every　lump　of　gold　ever　discovered　has　got　into
  the　newspapers　and　encyclopedias？〃
  〃Well；〃　I　replied　judicially；　〃if　there's　one　that　hasn't；　I　don't
  see　how　we're　to　know　about　it。　　If　a　really　big　nugget；　or　nugget…
  finder；　elects　to　blush　unseen　…　〃
  〃But　it　didn't；〃　he　broke　in　quickly。　　〃I　saw　it　with　my　own　eyes；
  and；　besides；　I'm　too　tanned　to　blush　anyway。　　I'm　a　railroad　man
  and　I've　been　in　the　tropics　a　lot。　　Why；　I　used　to　be　the　colour
  of　mahogany　…　real　old　mahogany；　and　have　been　taken　for　a　blue…
  eyed　Spaniard　more　than　once　…　〃
  It　was　my　turn　to　interrupt；　and　I　did。
  〃Was　that　nugget　bigger　than　those　in　there；　Mr。　…　er　…　？〃
  〃Jones；　Julian　Jones　is　my　name。〃
  He　dug　into　an　inner　pocket　and　produced　an　envelope　addressed　to
  such　a　person；　care　of　General　Delivery；　San　Francisco；　and　I；　in
  turn；　presented　him　with　my　card。
  〃Pleased　to　know　you；　sir；〃　he　said；　extending　his　hand；　his　voice
  booming　as　if　accustomed　to　loud　noises　or　wide　spaces。　　〃Of　course
  I've　heard　of　you；　seen　your　picture　in　the　papers；　and　all　that；
  and；　though　I　say　it　that　shouldn't；　I　want　to　say　that　I　didn't
  care　a　rap　about　those　articles　you　wrote　on　Mexico。　　You're　wrong；
  all　wrong。　　You　make　the　mistake　of　all　Gringos　in　thinking　a
  Mexican　is　a　white　man。　　He　ain't。　　None　of　them　ain't　…　Greasers；
  Spiggoties；　Latin…Americans　and　all　the　rest　of　the　cattle。　　Why；
  sir；　they　don't　think　like　we　think；　or　reason；　or　act。　　Even　their
  multiplication　table　is　different。　　You　think　seven　times　seven　is
  forty…nine；　but　not　them。　　They　work　it　out　different。　　And　white
  isn't　white　to　them；　either。　　Let　me　give　you　an　example。　　Buying
  coffee　retail　for　house…keeping　in　one…pound　or　ten…pound　lots　…　〃
  〃How　big　was　that　nugget　you　referred　to？〃　I　queried　firmly。　　〃As
  big　as　the　biggest　of　those？〃
  〃Bigger；〃　he　said　quietly。　　〃Bigger　than　the　whole　blamed　exhibit
  of　them　put　together；　and　then　some。〃　　He　paused　and　regarded　me
  with　a　steadfast　gaze。　　〃I　don't　see　no　reason　why　I　shouldn't　go
  into　the　matter　with　you。　　You've　got　a　reputation　a　man　ought　to
  be　able　to　trust；　and　I've　read　you've　done　some　tall　skylarking