The Silken East a
The last pink of the sunset turns the sea between the islands into ribbons of exquisite colour. Cliffs and precipices rise up about us, and in their shelter we anchor for the night.
I spend an hour on the Bertha, listening to the pleasant German talk of the pearler's wife.
"Ach," she says, speaking of the islands, " when I
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camen heere, I did think I could never wonder enough. Nicht Mark? Oh, but they are so beautifully."
While we talk the pearler cleans and searches his shells by the lantern-light ; in all he does, a man of character. It was he who wrecked the Amboyna, for he has a masters certificate ; but he sits here undaunted in spirit. And he holds on while the Englishmen go, one by one, because he knows how to make an income