To Hulbert Burroughs
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The long boat of the Marjorie W. was floating down the broad Ugambi withebb tide and current. Her crew were lazily enjoying this respite from thearduous labor of rowing up stream. Three miles below them lay the MarjorieW. herself, quite ready to sail so soon as they should have clamberedaboard and swung the long boat to its davits. Presently the attention of everyman was drawn from his dreaming or his gossiping to the northern bank of theriver. There, screaming at them in a cracked falsetto and with skinny armsoutstretched, stood a strange apparition of a man.
“Wot the ’ell?” ejaculated one of the crew.
“A white man!” muttered the mate, and then: “Man the oars,boys, and we’ll just pull over an’ see what he wants.”
When they came close to the shore they saw an emaciated creature with scantwhite locks tangled and matted. The thin, bent body was naked but for a loincloth. Tears were rolling down the sunken pock-marked cheeks. The man jabberedat them in a strange tongue.
“Rooshun,” hazarded the mate. “Savvy English?” hecalled to the man.
He did, and in that tongue, brokenly and haltingly, as though it had been manyyears since he had used it, he begged them to take him with them away from thisawful country. Once on board the Marjorie W. the stranger told hisrescuers a pitiful tale of privation, hardships, and torture, extending over aperiod of ten years.