The Little Savage | Page 8

the edge to look
over. "Then the vessel is dashed to pieces, as my companion said,"
thought I. "I wonder how she was made." I remained about an hour on
the rocks, and then turned back to the cabin. I found my companion
awake, and groaning heavily.
"There is no ship," said I, "nothing but pieces of wood floating about."
"I know that," replied he; "but what do I care now?"
"I thought by your making a smoke, that you did care."
"Yes, I did then, but now I am blind, I shall never see a ship or
anything else again. God help me! I shall die and rot on this cursed
island."
"Blind, what is blind?" inquired I.

"The lightning has burned out my eyes, and I can see nothing--I cannot
help myself--I cannot walk about--I cannot do anything, and I suppose
you will leave me here to die like a dog."
"Can't you see me?"
"No, all is dark, dark as night, and will be as long as I live." And he
turned on his bed-place and groaned. "I had hope, I lived in hope --it
has kept me alive for many weary years, but now hope is gone, and I
care not if I die to-morrow."
And then he started up and turned his face towards me, and I saw that
there was no light in his eyes.
"Bring me some more water, do you hear?" said he, angrily. "Be quick,
or I'll make you."
But I now fully comprehended his condition, and how powerless he
was. My feelings, as I have before said, were anything but cordial
towards him, and this renewed violence and threatening manner had its
effect. I was now, I suppose, about twelve or thirteen years old-- strong
and active. I had more than once felt inclined to rebel, and measure my
strength against his. Irritated, therefore, at his angry language, I
replied--
"Go for the water yourself."
"Ah!" sighed he, after a pause of some seconds, "that I might have
expected. But let me once get you into my hands, I'll make you
remember it."
"I care not if I were in your hands," replied I; "I am as strong as you."
For I had thought so many a day, and meant to prove it.
"Indeed! well, come here, and let us try."
"No, no," replied I; "I'm not such a fool as you say I am--not that I'm
afraid of you; for I shall have an axe in my hand always ready, and you

will not find another."
"I wish that I had tossed you over the cliffs when you were a child,"
said he, bitterly, "instead of nursing you and bringing you up."
"Then why have you not been kind to me? As far back as I can
remember you have always treated me ill; you have made me work for
you; and yet never even spoken kindly to me. I have wanted to know
things, and you have never answered my questions, but called me a fool,
and told me to hold my tongue. You have made me hate you, and you
have often told me how you hated me--you know you have."
"It's true, quite true," replied he, as if talking to himself. "I have done
all that he says, and I have hated him. But I have had cause. Come here,
boy."
"No," replied I; "do you come here. You have been master, and I have
been boy, long enough. Now I am master and you are boy, and you
shall find it so."
Having said this, I walked out of the cabin and left him. He cried out,
"Don't leave me," but I heeded him not, and sat down at the edge of the
fiat ledge of the rock before the cabin. Looking at the white dancing
waves, and deep in my own thoughts, I considered a long while how I
should behave towards him. I did not wish him to die, as I knew he
must if I left him. He could not obtain water from the rill without a
great chance of falling over the cliff. In fact, I was now fully aware of
his helpless state; to prove it to myself, I rose and shut my own eyes;
tried if I could venture to move on such dangerous ground, and I felt
sure that I could not. He was then in my power; he could do nothing; he
must trust to me for almost everything. I had said, let what would
follow, I would be master and he boy; but that could not be, as I must
still attend upon him, or he would die. At last the thought came
suddenly upon me--I will be master, nevertheless, for now he shall
answer me all my