brothers, courage! The world
is large; our prey is everywhere. The English may force us to quit
India, three chiefs of the good work--but what matter? We leave there
our brethren, secret, numerous, and terrible, as black scorpions, whose
presence is only known by their mortal sting. Exiles will widen our
domains. Brother, you shall have America!" said he to the Hindoo, with
an inspired air. "Brother, you shall have Africa!" said he to the negro.
"Brothers, I will take Europe! Wherever men are to be found, there must
be oppressors and victims--wherever there are victims, there must be
hearts swollen with hate--it is for us to inflame that hate with all the
ardor of vengeance! It is for us, servants of Bowanee, to draw towards
us, by seducing wiles, all whose zeal, courage, and audacity may be
useful to the cause. Let us rival each other in devotion and sacrifices;
let us lend each other strength, help, support! That all who are not
with us may be our prey, let us stand alone in the midst of all, against
all, and in spite of all. For us, there must be neither country nor
family. Our family is composed of our brethren; our country is the
world."

This kind of savage eloquence made a deep impression on the negro
and the Indian, over whom Faringhea generally exercised considerable
influence, his intellectual powers being very superior to theirs, though
they were themselves two of the most eminent chiefs of this bloody
association. "Yes, you are right, brother!" cried the Indian, sharing
the enthusiasm of Faringhea; "the world is ours. Even here, in Java, let
us leave some trace of our passage. Before we depart, let us establish
the good work in this island; it will increase quickly, for here also
is great misery, and the Dutch are rapacious as the English. Brother,
I have seen in the marshy rice-fields of this island, always fatal to
those who cultivate them, men whom absolute want forced to the deadly
task--they were livid as corpses--some of them worn out with sickness,
fatigue, and hunger, fell--never to rise again. Brothers, the good work
will prosper in this country!"

"The other evening," said the half-caste, "I was on the banks of the
lake, behind a rock; a young woman came there--a few rags hardly covered
her lean and sun-scorched body--in her arms she held a little child,
which she pressed weeping to her milkless breast. She kissed it three
times, and said to it: 'You, at least, shall not be so unhappy as
your fat