Dolabella (read by Phil Schemph)
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444 appearances
2 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 25 Jul
Dolabella (read by Phil Schemph)’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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A wife had come, slipping quietly into his life, Indian fashion.
And now, before the baby arrived, the
Decisions had to be made.
Noopy longed for some store shoes, and a suit of black clothes, and
He had owned a big banab which he himself had built, but a godmother, like the cowbird in a warbler's nest, had gradually but firmly ousted him, and had filled it with diseased relatives, so that it was unpleasant to visit.
He now, to my knowledge, owned a single shirt and a pair of short trousers.
The shoes were achieved.
I detected in him qualities which I knew that I should find in some one, as I do on every expedition, and I made him perform some unnecessary labor and gave him the shoes.
But the clothes would cost five dollars, a month's wages, and he had promised to get married, white fashion in another month.
And that would consume several times five dollars.
I did not offer to help him decide.
His Akawai marriage ceremony seemed not without honor, and as for its sincerity, I had seen the two together, but my lips were sealed.
I could not tell him that a resementing of the ritual of his own tribe did not seem quite the equal of a five dollars suit of clothes.
That was a matter for individual decision.
But tonight I think that we both had put all our worries and sorrows far away, and I memory as well, and I felt sympathy in the quiet, pliant gate which carried him so swiftly over the sandy trail.
I knew Newpy now for what he was, the one for whom I am always on the lookout, the exceptional one, the super servant, worthy of friendship as an equal.
I had seen his uncle and cousins, they were Indians, nothing more.
Nupi had slipped into the place left vacant for a time by Aladdin, and by Satan and Shimosaka, and by Drozak and Trujillo, all exceptional, all faithful, all servants first, and then friends.
I say, for a time, for they all hoped, and I think still hope with me, that we shall meet and travel and camp together again, whether in the Singhalese thorn bush or the Himalayan Dacks, in Dayak canoes, or among the camphor groves of Sakurajama.
Newp and I had not been thrown together closely.
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