The sea gypsy (1924)

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14 The Sea Gypsy murderers for the hundred and one races of India and Burma. The Sailing Directions also contain a warning for mariners who should be wrecked on this coast to 'ware of the natives, for outside of the colony of murderers all the rest of the island are covered with dense jungle, inhabited only by a race of tiny black pigmies, noted for their hostility toward strangers. Even the old Mohammedan Arab traders, those Jesuits of the East in daring and determination, dared not venture to them. It is only in the last half century that the real facts of the inhabitants of this island group which for hundreds of years has lain on one of the main sea routes, has been known to the outside world. The races of the East still maintain that this is the land of ogres. As we approached, we saw no signs of life along these island hills — no villages, no fisher boats, no living beings. Only the dark jungle which ran down to the silent sea. But the charts showed a harbor and, as the sun was coming up blazing red against the cloudless sky, we sighted a break in the jungle. We had come to the entrance to Murderers' Island. We sailed in, and saw that a tiny island hill, dotted with a score of red bungalows, lay off the mainland. We swung in around this islet, and there, a quarter of a mile away on the mainland, on a low, grass-covered hill in a clearing on the edge of the jungle, stood a huge, square, forbidding pile of red brick. I looked through