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Ch. 7: Surprising Doctor

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THE PEARL TRADER
craved for. These were unforgettable nights. The stars would be so very near and friendly. The sea would be a duplicate sky with a host of reflected slowly swaying lights, between which darts of phosphorescent life would flicker. Zebra fish would come and go in shoals to have a peep at the curious fire-dance of a myriad nameless water-things that had no perma­nent form. Across the bay the two sentinel islands lay deep in shadowy slumber. Not even the passing russet sails of an end­less string of fishing praus could stir them. To my right, sil­houetted in the pale moonlight, were the Samal houses of Bus-Bus, the fisherman's village, built on bamboo and man­grove piles.
It is late for you, people of Bus-Bus, to be astir, but the sound of your tom-toms tells of high revelry by night. The world shall know that your crab-pots were full to-day and that you have maimed two devil-fish.
From San Remon behind me would come betimes on the wing of a southern breeze the quivering twang of a lute. The air would be so still that I could hear an American soldier whisper into a Japanese ear. To my left the Chino pier would look like a blazing snake a mile long, and sometimes the clat­ter and banging of Mah-Jong stones would blur the swish of the waves.
But as I sat looking at the peaceful water, beyond and above all towered the shadow of Daho behind me—the moun­tain where this very evening brown men were lying in ambush for white, and the new spirit wrestled with the old. And while I was dreaming there, suddenly the moon would hide behind a bank of clouds; a fine mist would descend on the water. The curtain had been rung down. In the auditorium the heat had been turned off. And even the ash in my briar would be cold.
Every day for two weeks the ambulance men had been rush­ing the wounded to the military hospital, and much of our time was spent in visiting the sick and in the performance of a sadder duty. Even the few white civilians in the citadel had a grueling time of it, and anything at all that could raise a smile was welcomed with open arms.
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