[Jerry of the Islands by Jack London]@TWC D-Link bookJerry of the Islands CHAPTER XII 5/10
And in the biggest canoe house, the club house of the stags, where no Mary might come under penalty of death by torture, the captives were stored. Tied or trussed like fowls or pigs, they were tumbled on the hard-packed earthen floor, beneath which, shallowly buried, lay the remains of ancient chiefs, while, overhead, in wrappings of grass mats, swung all that was left of several of Bashti's immediate predecessors, his father latest among them and so swinging for two full generations.
Here, too, since she was to be eaten and since the taboo had no bearing upon one condemned to be cooked, the thin little Mary from the lazarette was tumbled trussed upon the floor among the many blacks who had teased and mocked her for being fattened by Van Horn for the eating. And to this canoe house Jerry was also brought to join the others on the floor.
Agno, chief of the devil devil doctors, had stumbled across him on the beach, and, despite the protestations of the boy who claimed him as personal trove, had ordered him to the canoe house.
Carried past the fires of the feasting, his keen nostrils had told him of what the feast consisted.
And, new as the experience was, he had bristled and snarled and struggled against his bonds to be free.
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