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Entleman on this latitude east of Sydney west of Valparaiso I may even compose for him a letter of introduction for the Partridges in Sydney for Dr Goose dear Fred are of the same clothPoor weather precluding my morning outing we yarned by the peat fire the hours sped by like minutes I spoke at length of Tilda Jackson also my fears of gold fever in San Francisco Our conversation then voyaged from my hometown to my recent notarial duties in New South Wales thence to Gibbon Malthus Godwin via Leeches Locomotives Attentive conversation is an emollient I lack sorely aboard the Prophetess the doctor is a veritable polymath Moreover he possesses a handsome army of scrimshandered chessmen whom we shall keep busy until either the Prophetesss departure or the Nellies arrivalSaturday th NovemberSunrise bright as a silver dollar Our schooner still looks a woeful picture out in the Bay An Indian war canoe is being careened on the shore Henry I struck out for Banueter s Beach in holy day mood blithely saluting the maid who labors for Mr Walker The sullen miss was hanging laundry on a shrub ignored us She has a tinge of black blood I fancy her mother is not far removed from the jungle breedAs we passed below the Indian hamlet a humming aroused our curiosity we resolved to locate its source The settlement is circumvallated by a stake fence so decayed that one may gain ingress at a dozen places A hairless bitch raised her head but she was toothless dying did not bark An outer ring of ponga huts fashioned from branches earthen walls matted ceilings groveled in the lees of grandee dwellings wooden structures with carved lintel pieces rudimentary porches In the hub of this village a public flogging was under way Henry I were the only two Whites present but three castes of spectating Indians were demarked The chieftain occupied his throne in a feathered cloak while the tattooed gentry their womenfolk children stood in attendance numbering some thirty in total The slaves duskier sootier than their nut brown masters less than half their number suatted in the mud Such inbred bovine torpor Pockmarked pustular with haki haki these wretches watched the punishment making no response but that bizarre beelike hum Empathy or condemnation we knew not what the noise signified The whip master was a Goliath whose physiue would daunt any frontier prizefighter Lizards mighty small were tattooed over every inch of the savages musculature his pelt would fetch a fine price though I should not be the man assigned to relieve him of it for all the pearls of O hawaii The piteous prisoner hoarfrosted with many harsh years was bound naked to an A frame His body shuddered with each excoriating lash his back was a vellum of bloody runes but his insensible face bespoke the serenity of a martyr already in the care of the LordI confess I swooned under each fall of the lash Then a peculiar thing occurred The beaten savage raised his slumped head found my eye shone me a look of uncanny amicable knowing As if a theatrical performer saw a long lost friend in the Royal Box and undetected by the audience communicated his recognition A tattooed blackfella approached us flicked his nephrite dagger to indicate that we were unwelcome I inuired after the nature of the prisoners crime Henry put his arm around me Come Adam a wise man does not step betwixt the beast his meatSunday th NovemberMr Boerhaave sat amidst his cabal of trusted ruffians like Lord Anaconda his garter snakes Their Sabbath celebrations downstairs had begun ere I had risen I went in search of shaving water found the tavern swilling with Tars awaiting their turn with those poor Indian girls whom Walker has ensnared in an impromptu bordello Rafael was not in the debauchers number I do not break my Sabbath fast in a whorehouse Henrys sense of repulsion eualed to my own so we forfeited breakfast the maid was doubtless being pressed into alternative service set out for the chapel to worship with our fasts unbrokenWe had not gone two hundred yards when to my consternation I remembered this journal lying on the table in my room at the Musket visible to any drunken sailor who might break in Fearful for its safety my own were Mr Boerhaave to get his hands on it I retraced my steps to conceal itartfully Broad smirks greeted my return I assumed I.

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cloud mobile atlas download novel ebok Cloud Atlas pdf Cloud Atlas A Novel PDFEntleman on this latitude east of Sydney west of Valparaiso I may even compose for him a letter of introduction for the Partridges in Sydney for Dr Goose dear Fred are of the same clothPoor weather precluding my morning outing we yarned by the peat fire the hours sped by like minutes I spoke at length of Tilda Jackson also my fears of gold fever in San Francisco Our conversation then voyaged from my hometown to my recent notarial duties in New South Wales thence to Gibbon Malthus Godwin via Leeches Locomotives Attentive conversation is an emollient I lack sorely aboard the Prophetess the doctor is a veritable polymath Moreover he possesses a handsome army of scrimshandered chessmen whom we shall keep busy until either the Prophetesss departure or the Nellies arrivalSaturday th NovemberSunrise bright as a silver dollar Our schooner still looks a woeful picture out in the Bay An Indian war canoe is being careened on the shore Henry I struck out for Banueter s Beach in holy day mood blithely saluting the maid who labors for Mr Walker The sullen miss was hanging laundry on a shrub ignored us She has a tinge of black blood I fancy her mother is not far removed from the jungle breedAs we passed below the Indian hamlet a humming aroused our curiosity we resolved to locate its source The settlement is circumvallated by a stake fence so decayed that one may gain ingress at a dozen places A hairless bitch raised her head but she was toothless dying did not bark An outer ring of ponga huts fashioned from branches earthen walls matted ceilings groveled in the lees of grandee dwellings wooden structures with carved lintel pieces rudimentary porches In the hub of this village a public flogging was under way Henry I were the only two Whites present but three castes of spectating Indians were demarked The chieftain occupied his throne in a feathered cloak while the tattooed gentry their womenfolk children stood in attendance numbering some thirty in total The slaves duskier sootier than their nut brown masters less than half their number suatted in the mud Such inbred bovine torpor Pockmarked pustular with haki haki these wretches watched the punishment making no response but that bizarre beelike hum Empathy or condemnation we knew not what the noise signified The whip master was a Goliath whose physiue would daunt any frontier prizefighter Lizards mighty small were tattooed over every inch of the savages musculature his pelt would fetch a fine price though I should not be the man assigned to relieve him of it for all the pearls of O hawaii The piteous prisoner hoarfrosted with many harsh years was bound naked to an A frame His body shuddered with each excoriating lash his back was a vellum of bloody runes but his insensible face bespoke the serenity of a martyr already in the care of the LordI confess I swooned under each fall of the lash Then a peculiar thing occurred The beaten savage raised his slumped head found my eye shone me a look of uncanny amicable knowing As if a theatrical performer saw a long lost friend in the Royal Box and undetected by the audience communicated his recognition A tattooed blackfella approached us flicked his nephrite dagger to indicate that we were unwelcome I inuired after the nature of the prisoners crime Henry put his arm around me Come Adam a wise man does not step betwixt the beast his meatSunday th NovemberMr Boerhaave sat amidst his cabal of trusted ruffians like Lord Anaconda his garter snakes Their Sabbath celebrations downstairs had begun ere I had risen I went in search of shaving water found the tavern swilling with Tars awaiting their turn with those poor Indian girls whom Walker has ensnared in an impromptu bordello Rafael was not in the debauchers number I do not break my Sabbath fast in a whorehouse Henrys sense of repulsion eualed to my own so we forfeited breakfast the maid was doubtless being pressed into alternative service set out for the chapel to worship with our fasts unbrokenWe had not gone two hundred yards when to my consternation I remembered this journal lying on the table in my room at the Musket visible to any drunken sailor who might break in Fearful for its safety my own were Mr Boerhaave to get his hands on it I retraced my steps to conceal itartfully Broad smirks greeted my return I assumed I.

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