"The Wrecker" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stevenson Robert Louis)the names of schooners and their captains will keep
coming and going, thick as may-flies; and news of the last shipwreck will be placidly exchanged and debated. To a stranger, this conversation will at first seem scarcely brilliant; but he will soon catch the tone; and by the time he shall have moved a year or so in the island world, and come across a good number of the schooners, so that every captain's name calls up a figure in pyjamas or white duck, and becomes used to a certain laxity of moral tone which prevails (as in memory of Mr. Hayes) on smuggling, ship-scuttling, barratry, piracy, the labour trade, and other kindred fields of human activity, he will find Polynesia no less amusing and no less instructive than Pall Mall or Paris. Mr. Loudon Dodd, though he was new to the group of the Marquesas, was already an old, salted trader; he knew the ships and the captains; he had assisted, in other islands, at the first steps of some career of which he now heard the culmination, or (VICE VERSA) he had brought with him from further south the end of some story which had begun in Tai-o-hae. Among other matter of interest, like other arrivals in the South Seas, he had a wreck to announce. The JOHN T. RICHARDS, it "Dickinson piled her up on Palmerston Island," Dodd announced. "Who were the owners?" inquired one of the club-men. "O, the usual parties!" returned Loudon. "Capsicum and Co." A smile and a glance of intelligence went round the group; and perhaps Loudon gave voice to the general sentiment by remarking-- "Talk of good business! I know nothing better than a schooner, a competent captain, and a sound reliable reef." "Good business! There's no such a thing!" said the Glasgow man. "Nobody makes anything but the missionaries--dash it!" "I don't know," said another; "there's a good deal in opium. |
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