The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
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160 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
"Ah! la, la, oh! la, la! Did I not say eet? Eet<br />
is alive, it lives. It is a devil. Throw eet away,<br />
Bruce. It frighten me!"<br />
Even as Molota spoke, an unusually loud surf<br />
could be heard pounding over <strong>the</strong> atoll into <strong>the</strong><br />
lagoon. <strong>The</strong>re was no wind to account for it, <strong>and</strong><br />
both listened.<br />
"<strong>The</strong> sea, it am angry, for why? Eet is not<br />
windy!"<br />
"We shall get <strong>the</strong> wind soon enough," Bruce<br />
prophesied. Listen!"<br />
Even as he spoke a prodigous wall <strong>of</strong> water, miles<br />
in length, struck <strong>the</strong> outer reef, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>n from <strong>the</strong><br />
north-east a gentle breeze sprang up, <strong>the</strong>n grew.<br />
Bruce glanced at his pocket barometer. It read<br />
28.65, <strong>and</strong> falling.<br />
"By gee! I believe we are in for it, Molota,"<br />
he warned her. "You'd better go quickly <strong>and</strong> warn<br />
your people. Tell <strong>the</strong>m I know by my magic."<br />
<strong>The</strong> boy laughed, but it was a hollow laugh, no<br />
depth in it, for <strong>the</strong> little clock face fell back as<br />
though it had been shaken-28.27. "Tell <strong>the</strong><br />
natives to get back from <strong>the</strong> sea <strong>and</strong> shelter <strong>the</strong>mselves.<br />
Say it's going to blow hell soon!"<br />
"Oui, Monsieur, I got vite, den I come back to<br />
be with you, my own darlinggee." <strong>The</strong> girl disappeared,<br />
<strong>and</strong> soon <strong>the</strong> wailing <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> women could<br />
be heard. <strong>The</strong>y evidently believed Bruce's warning;<br />
had experienced it before, <strong>and</strong> now recognised<br />
<strong>the</strong> symptoms, even without <strong>the</strong> white man's<br />
prognostication.<br />
By <strong>the</strong> time Molota had returned, <strong>the</strong> little pocket<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 161<br />
barometer read 28.4, <strong>and</strong> Bruce knew that <strong>the</strong><br />
isl<strong>and</strong> was in for a most furious hurricane—a<br />
hurricane which would sweep away homes, fell<br />
trees, <strong>and</strong> probably drown scores <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
Mountainous seas were now roaring in, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
wind's rising velocity drowned all o<strong>the</strong>r sounds.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir door crashed to, <strong>the</strong>n came down with a<br />
smash at <strong>the</strong>ir feet.<br />
"Come," said Bruce. "We will find a cave; it's<br />
about <strong>the</strong> only thing to shelter us from <strong>the</strong> wind."<br />
He put his arm about <strong>the</strong> girl, <strong>and</strong> toge<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>y<br />
staggered fur<strong>the</strong>r back into <strong>the</strong> bush away from<br />
<strong>the</strong> sea. <strong>The</strong>y were ascending <strong>the</strong> foothills <strong>of</strong> Tuamonti;<br />
<strong>the</strong> mountain sheltered <strong>the</strong>m from <strong>the</strong><br />
north-east gale. In <strong>the</strong> distance <strong>the</strong>y looked down<br />
to <strong>the</strong> beach. Some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> natives were taking to<br />
<strong>the</strong> cocoanut trees, lashing <strong>the</strong>mselves to <strong>the</strong>m with<br />
bits <strong>of</strong> rope.<br />
"Why <strong>the</strong> devil don't <strong>the</strong>y come back—away<br />
from <strong>the</strong> sea under <strong>the</strong> rocks?" Bruce asked Molota<br />
as best he could speak or even brea<strong>the</strong> for <strong>the</strong> lungsplitting<br />
gale.<br />
"Too much frightened <strong>of</strong> rocks fall," <strong>the</strong> girl<br />
told him. "We 'ave 'ad such beefore. Natives<br />
buried alive in rock fall. Ugh!" Molota shivered<br />
at <strong>the</strong> very recollection <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> horror. "Me, I<br />
frightened, too, <strong>of</strong> such rock, but with you, my<br />
'usb<strong>and</strong>, me, I not fear anytink at alls now."<br />
<strong>The</strong>y reached <strong>the</strong> cave which Bruce had in mind.<br />
It faced south-west. <strong>The</strong> wind was behind <strong>the</strong>m,<br />
entirely cut <strong>of</strong>f by <strong>the</strong> mountain. From this point<br />
<strong>of</strong> vantage <strong>the</strong>y could see everything—see more