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作者:炒作      更新:2021-04-30 16:07      字数:9322
  boat…boys with their loincloths girded; ready to start; so I clambered into
  the stern; or   ratherfor the   boat was shaped   alike at stem and sternthe
  end from which the steersman; or /patrao/; used his long oar。 With a shout
  the boys   laid   hold of   the  sides   of   the  boat;  and   the  next   moment   it   was
  dancing   on   the   spent   waves   next   to   the   beach。 The   patrao   kept   its   head
  steady; and the boys jumped in and seized the oars; and began pulling with
  a will; standing up   to their   stroke。 Slowly  the heavy  craft gathered   way;
  and approached a dark and unbroken roller that hastened toward the beach。
  Then the patrao shouted to the crew; and they lay on their oars; and the
  wave with a roar burst right in front of the boat; sending the spray of its
  crest high above our heads。
  〃/Rema!      rema     forca!/〃   (〃Row     strongly!〃)     now    shouted     the  patrao;
  speaking Portuguese; as mostly all African coast natives do; and the crew
  gave way。 The next roller we had to meet in its strength; and save for the
  steady force of the patrao's oar; I believe it would have tossed us aside and
  we would have been swept under its curving wall of water。 As it was; the
  good   boat   gave   a   mighty  bound   as   it   felt   its   force;   and   its   stem  pitched
  high into the air as it slid down its broad back into the deep。
  Another   and   yet   another   wave   were   passed;   and   we   could   now   see
  them breaking behind us; shutting out the beach from view。 Then the last
  roller was overcome; and there was nothing but the long heave of the deep
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  sea   to   contend   against。   Presently   we   arrived   at   the   steamer;   whose   side
  towered above usan iron wall。
  A  shout   came   to   me;   pitching   and   lurching   with   the   boat   far   below;
  〃Come on board at once。〃 But to come on board was only to be done by
  watching a chance as the boat rose on the top of a roller。 Taking such a one;
  I seized the side…ropes; swung a moment in mid…air; and the next was on
  the   streamer's   clean   white   deck。   Before   me   stood   a   tall   man   with   black
  hair and whiskers and dark piercing eyes; who asked me if I was the agent
  for Flint Brothers。 I answered that the agent was on shore; and that I was
  his assistant。 Whereupon he informed me that he had been appointed by
  the firm to liquidate all their stations and businesses on the coast; and 〃he
  would be obliged by my getting his luggage into the boat。〃 This was said
  in   a peremptory  sort   of  way;   as   if   he had   spoken   to   a servant;   and   very
  much against the grain I obeyed his orders。
  That the man was new to the coast was evident; and my consolation
  was that he would be very soon sick of it and pretty well frightened before
  he   even   got   on   shore;   for   the   weather   was   freshening   rapidly;   a   fact   of
  which   he   appeared   to   take   no   heed。   Not   so   the   boat…boys;   who   were
  anxious to be off。 At last we started; and I soon had my revenge。 As we
  drew near the shore the rollers became higher and higher; and I perceived
  that my gentleman clutched the gunwale of the boat very tightly; and when
  the   first   wave   that   showed   signs   of   breaking   overtook   us;   he   grew   very
  white in the face until it had passed。
  The next one or two breakers were small; much to his relief I could see;
  though   he   said   nothing。   Before   he   had   well   recovered   his   equanimity;
  however; a tremendous wave approached us somewhat suddenly。 Appalled
  by its threatening aspect; he sprang from his seat and seized the arm of the
  patrao; who roughly shook him off。
  〃My God!〃 he cried; 〃we are swamped!〃 and for the moment it really
  looked   like   it;   but   the   patrao;   with   a   dexterous   sweep   of   his   long   oar;
  turned the boat's head toward the roller。 It broke just as it reached us; and
  gave us the benefit of its crest; which came in over the topsides of the boat
  as it passed by; and deluged every one of us。
  I   laughed;    although     it  was   no   laughing    matter;    at  the  plight    the
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  liquidator was now in。 He was changed in a moment from the spruce and
  natty personage into a miserable and draggled being。 From every part of
  him the salt water was streaming; and the curl was completely taken out of
  his whiskers。 He could not speak from terror; which the boat… boys soon
  saw;   for   none   are   quicker   than   negroes   to   detect   signs   of   fear   in   those
  whom  they  are   accustomed   to   consider   superior   to   themselves。   Familiar
  with    the   surf;  and   full  of  mischievous      fun;   they   began    to  shout   and
  gesticulate with the settled purpose of making matters appear worse than
  they   were;    and   of   enjoying    the  white    man's   discomfiture;all      but  the
  patrao; who was an old hand; and on whom depended the safety of us all。
  He kept a steady lookout seaward; and stood upright and firm; grasping his
  oar with both hands。 With him it was a point of honour to bring the white
  men intrusted to his care safely through the surf。
  We waited for more than half an hour; bow on; meeting each roller as
  it came to us; and by the end of that time the unfortunate liquidator had
  evidently given up all hope of ever reaching the shore。 Luckily; the worst
  was soon to pass。 After one last tremendous wave there was a lull for   a
  few moments; and the patrao; who had watched for such a chance; swiftly
  turned the boat round; and giving the word to the crew; they pulled lustily
  toward   the   shore。   In   a   few   minutes   we   were   again   in   safety。   The   boat
  grounded on the beach; the oars were tossed into the sea; the crew sprang
  overboard; some of them seized the new arrival; I clambered on the back
  of the patrao; a crowd of negroes; who had been waiting on the beach; laid
  hold of the tow…rope of the boat; and it and we were landed simultaneously
  on the dry sand。
  Once     on   shore   Mr。   Bransome;      for  that  was    the  new    man's   name;
  rapidly     recovered    his   presence    of  mind    and   manner;     and;   by   way   of
  covering      his  past   confusion;    remarked     that   he  supposed     the   surf  was
  seldom   so   bad   as   it   then   was。   I   replied   in   an   offhand   way;   meaning   to
  make   fun   of   him;   that   what   he   had   passed   through   was   nothing;   and
  appealed to the patrao to confirm what I had said。 That negro; seeing the
  joke; grinned all over his black face; and Mr。 Bransome; perceiving that he
  was being laughed at; snatched a good…sized stick from a native standing
  near; and struck the patrao repeatedly over the back。
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  In vain Sooka; for that was the patrao's name; protested; and demanded
  to   know   what     wrong   thing    he   had   done。   The   agent   was   furious;   and
  showered his blows upon the black。 Equally in vain I shouted that Sooka
  had done well by us; and that he; Mr。 Bransome; was making an enemy of
  a man who would have him now and then in his power。 At length Sooka
  took to his heels; and sure enough; when he had got a little way off; he
  began to threaten vengeance for what he had received。 I sympathised with
  him; for I knew what a loss to his dignity it was to be beaten without cause
  before his fellows; and I feared that Mr。 Bransome would indeed be sorry;
  sooner or later; for what he had done。
  I now suggested to him; by way of diverting his thoughts from poor
  Sooka; that standing on the beach in wet clothes was the very way to catch
  the coast…fever straight off; and he instantly suffered himself to be carried
  up the factory。 There Jackson received him in a sort of 〃who on earth are
  you?〃 manner; and Mr。 Bransome; clearing his throat; announced himself
  and his authority; adding that he intended to make the factory a point of
  departure to all the others on the coast; then; very abruptly; he requested
  Jackson to prepare quarters for him without delay。
  The change that came over Jackson's face as he learned the quality of
  the stranger and his requests was great。 The old salt; who had been king of
  his   house and   of the   Point   for   so   long   a time;  had   evidently  never   even
  thought of   the probability  of   such   an   intrusion   as   was now   presented   to
  him;  and   he   was   amazed   at   what   he   considered   to   be   the   unwarrant