and I believe the auld papist fule has taken the wee bit lassie with him, and thinks he can get to Ponape, where there's Katolikos in plenty. And Ponape is sax hundred miles awa'.'
'Well, come aboard and get some breakfast.'
'Man, I'm going after the old fule! He's got no sail and canna be twenty mile awa'. I'll pick him up before he gets to Mili Lagoon, which is only saxty miles from here.'
Packenham swore. 'You infernal ass! Are you going to sea in a breeze like this by yourself? Where's your crew?'
'The deevils wadna' come wi' me to look for a papist. And I'm not going to let the auld fule perish.'
'Then come alongside and. take a couple of our Savage Island boys. I can spare them.'
'No, no, captain. I'm not going tae delay ye when ye're bound to the eastward and I'm going the ither way. Ye'll find me here safe enough when ye come back in anither month. And I'll pick up the auld deevil and the wee bit lassie before midday.'
And then, with his red beard spre
Another of Becke's Majuro stories, this one involving an old man and his granddaughter, recently returned to the island--Catholics. The rest of the islanders have been converted to Protestantism, and are abusing the pair. Only a Scotsman trader will feed and shelter them, and he appeals to a visiting ship for help.
There are two or three distinctive characters, and a mob of natives who all act the same. The story is fairly well written, but not striking or profound.