Bartleby the Scrivener: A Tale of Wall Street
Bartleby the Scrivener: A Tale of Wall Street
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lack was about ;<br />
BENITO CERENO 143<br />
while a Portuguese oarsman shouted<br />
to him to give heed to what <strong>the</strong> Spaniard was saying.<br />
Glancing down at his feet, Captain Delano saw <strong>the</strong><br />
freed hand <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> servant aiming with a second dagger—<br />
a small one, before concealed in his wool— with this he<br />
was snakishly writhing up from <strong>the</strong> boat's bottom, at<br />
<strong>the</strong> heart <strong>of</strong> his master, his countenance lividly vin-<br />
dictive, expressing <strong>the</strong> centred purpose <strong>of</strong> his soul ;<br />
while <strong>the</strong> Spaniard, half choked, was vainly shrinking<br />
away, with husky words, incoherent to all but <strong>the</strong><br />
Portuguese.<br />
That moment, across <strong>the</strong> long-benighted mind <strong>of</strong><br />
Captain Delano, a flasF<strong>of</strong> revelation swept, illuminating,<br />
in unanticipated clearness, his host's whole mysterious<br />
demeanour, with every enigmatic event <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> day, as<br />
well as <strong>the</strong> entire past voyage <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> San Dominick.<br />
He smote Babo's hand down, but his own heart smote<br />
him harder. With infinite pity he withdrew his hold<br />
from Don Benito. Not Captain Delano, but Don Benito,<br />
<strong>the</strong> black, in leaping into <strong>the</strong> boat, had intended to<br />
stab.<br />
Both <strong>the</strong> black's hands were held, as, glancing up<br />
toward <strong>the</strong> San Dominick, Captain Delano, now with<br />
scales dropped from his eyes, saw <strong>the</strong> negroes, not in<br />
misrule, not in tumult, not as if frantically concerned<br />
for Don Benito, but with mask torn away, flourishing<br />
hatchets and knives, in ferocious piratical revolt. Like<br />
delirious black dervishesT^he six Ashantees danced on<br />
<strong>the</strong> poop. Prevented by <strong>the</strong>ir foes from springing into<br />
<strong>the</strong> water, <strong>the</strong> Spanish boys were hurrying up to <strong>the</strong><br />
topmost spars, while such <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> few Spanish sailors,<br />
not already in <strong>the</strong> sea, less alert, were descried, helplessly<br />
mixed in, on deck, with <strong>the</strong> blacks.<br />
Meantime Captain Delano hailed his own vessel,<br />
ordering <strong>the</strong> ports up, and <strong>the</strong> guns run out. But by