tinder-box of chased silver.
I returned to the house and, going in, seated myself on a log by
the fire, just opposite to my grim host, who was smoking and
appeared not to have moved since I left him. I made myself a
cigarette, then drew out the tinder-box, with its flint and steel
attached to it by means of two small silver chains. His eyes
brightened a little as they
curiously watched my
movements, and
he
pointed without
speaking to the glowing coals of fire at my
feet. I shook my head, and
striking the steel, sent out a
brilliant spray of sparks, then blew on the tinder and lit my
cigarette.
This done, instead of returning the box to my pocket I passed the
chain through the buttonhole of my cloak and let it
dangle on my
breast as an
ornament. When the cigarette was smoked, I cleared
my
throat in the
orthodox manner and fixed my eyes on Runi, who,
on his part, made a slight
movement to indicate that he was ready
to listen to what I had to say.
My speech was long,
lasting at least half an hour, delivered in a
profound silence; it was
chiefly occupied with an
account of my
wanderings in Guayana; and being little more than a
catalogue of
names of all the places I had visited, and the tribes and chief
or head men with whom I had come in
contact, I was able to speak
continuously, and so to hide my
ignorance of a
dialect which was
still new to me. The Guayana
savage judges a man for his staying
powers. To stand as
motionless as a
bronzestatue for one or two
hours watching for a bird; to sit or lie still for half a day; to
endure pain, not seldom self-inflicted, without wincing; and when
delivering a speech to pour it out in a
copiousstream, without
pausing to take
breath or hesitating over a word--to be able to
do all this is to prove yourself a man, an equal, one to be
respected and even made a friend of. What I really wished to say
to him was put in a few words at the
conclusion of my well-nigh
meaningless
oration. Everywhere, I said, I had been the Indian's
friend, and I wished to be his friend, to live with him at
Parahuari, even as I had lived with other chiefs and heads of
villages and families; to be looked on by him, as these others
had looked on me, not as a stranger or a white man, but as a
friend, a brother, an Indian.
I ceased
speaking, and there was a slight murmurous sound in the
room, as of wind long pent up in many lungs suddenly exhaled;
while Runi, still
unmoved, emitted a low grunt. Then I rose, and
detaching the silver
ornament from my cloak, presented it to him.
He accepted it; not very
graciously, as a stranger to these
people might have imagined; but I was satisfied, feeling sure
that I had made a favourable
impression. After a little he
handed the box to the person sitting next to him, who examined it
and passed it on to a third, and in this way it went round and
came back once more to Runi. Then he called for a drink. There
happened to be a store of casserie in the house; probably the
women had been busy for some days past in making it, little
thinking that it was destined to be prematurely consumed. A
large jarful was produced; Runi
politely quaffed the first cup; I
followed; then the others; and the women drank also, a woman
taking about one
cupful to a man's three. Runi and I, however,
drank the most, for we had our positions as the two principal
personages there to
maintain. Tongues were loosened now; for the
alcohol, small as the quantity contained in this mild
liquor is,
had begun to tell on our brains. I had not their pottle-shaped
stomach, made to hold
unlimited quantities of meat and drink; but
I was determined on this most important occasion not to deserve
my host's contempt--to be compared, perhaps, to the small bird
that
delicately picks up six drops of water in its bill and is
satisfied. I would
measure my strength against his, and if
necessary drink myself into a state of insensibility.
At last I was scarcely able to stand on my legs. But even the