April 17, 2025 • 11 mins
Peter Pan returns to steal Wendy and her brothers away to a magical land. Together they encounter Tinker Bell, Captain Hook, and countless fantastical challenges in this beloved fantasy classic.
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Recording by Patrick Seville, Chapter twelve, The children are carried off.
The pirate attack had been a complete surprise, a sure
proof that the unscrupulous hook had conducted it improperly. For
to surprise redskins fairly is beyond the wit of the
white man. By all the unwritten laws of savage warfare.
(00:25):
It is always a redskin who attacks, and with the
wiliness of his race, he does it just before the dawn,
at which time he knows the courage of the whites
to be at his lowest ebb. The white men have
in the meantime made a rude stockade on the summit
of Yonder, underlading ground at the foot of which a
(00:45):
stream runs, for it is destruction to be too far
from water. There they await the onslaught, the inexperienced ones
clutching their revolvers and shredding on twigs, but the old
hands sleeping tranquility, until just before the dawn. Through the
long black night, the savage scouts wriggle snakelike among the grass,
(01:09):
without stirring a blade. The bushwood closes behind them as
suddenly as sand into which a mole has dived. Not
a sound is to be heard, save when they give
vent to a wonderful imitation of the lonely call of
the coyote. The cry is answered by other braves, and
(01:29):
some of them do it even better than the coyotes,
who are not very good at it. So the chill
hours wear on, and the long suspense is horribly trying
to the pale face who has to live through it
for the first time. But to the trained hand, those
ghastly calls and still ghastlier silences are but an intimation
(01:52):
of how the night is marching. That this was the
usual procedure was so well known to hook that industry
guarding it, he cannot be excused on the plea of ignorance.
The Picannines, on their part, trusted implicitly to his honour,
and their whole action of the night stands out and
(02:12):
marked contrast to his. They left nothing undone that was
consistent with the reputation of the tribe, with the alertness
of the senses, which is at once the marble and
despair of civilized peoples. They knew that the pirates were
on the island from the moment one of them trod
on a dry stick and in an incredibly short space
(02:35):
of time, the coyote cries began. Every foot of ground
between the spot where Hook had landed his forces and
the home under the trees was stealthily examined by braves
wearing their moccasins with the heels in front. They found
only one hillock with a stream at its base, so
that Hook had no choice here he must establish himself
(02:59):
and wait for just before the dawn, everything being thus
mapped out with almost diabolical cunning. The main body of
the redskins holded their blankets around them, and in the
phlegmatic manner that is to them the pearl of manhood,
squatted above the child home, awaiting the cold moment when
they should deal pale death here, dreaming through wide awake
(03:24):
of the exquisite tortures to which they were to put him.
At break of day, those confiding savages were found by
the treacherous Hook. From the accounts afterwards supplies by such
of the scouts as escaped the carnage, he does not
seem even to have paused at the rising ground, though
it is certain that in that gray light he must
(03:46):
have seen it. No thought of waiting to be attacked
appears from first to last to have visited his settle mind.
He would not even hold off till the night was
nearly spent. On he pounded with no policy but to
fall too. Footnote fall too, get into combat and footnote
(04:09):
what could the bewildered scouts do, masters, as they were
of every warlike artifice save this one, but trod helplessly
after him, exposing themselves fatally to view while they gave
pathetic utterance. Teuta, coyote cry. Around the brave tiger lily
were a dozen of her stoutest warriors, and they suddenly
(04:31):
saw the perfidious pirates bearing down upon them. Fell from
their eyes than the film through which they had looked
at victory. No more would they torture at the stake
for them, the happy hunting grounds was now they knew it.
But as their father's sons, they quitted themselves. Even then
(04:53):
they had time to gather in a phalanx that would
have been hard to break had they risen quickly, But
this they were forbidden to do by the traditions of
their race. Footnote phalanx dense formation and footnote it is
written that the noble savage must never express surprise in
(05:14):
the presence of the White thus terrible as a sudden
appearance of the Pirates must have been to them. There
remained stationary for a moment, not a muscle moving, as
if the foe had come by invitation. Then indeed the
tradition gallantly upheld. They seized their weapons, and the air
was torn with the war cry. But it was now
(05:36):
too late. It is no part of ours to describe
what was a massacre rather than a fight. Thus perished
many of the flower of the Piccanini tribe. Not all
unavenged did they die for with lean Wulf fell alf
Mason to disturb the Spanish main no more, and among
others who bit the dust were Guillo, Scouri, Chass Turley,
(06:02):
and the Alsatian Fogherty. Turley fell to the tomahawk of
the terrible Panther, who ultimately cut away through the Pirates
with tiger Lily and a small remnant of the tribe.
To what extent Hook is to blame for his tactics
on this occasion is for the historian to decide. He
had waited on the rising ground till the proper hour,
(06:25):
he and his men would probably have been butchered, and
in judging him. It is only fair to take this
into account. What he should perhaps have done was to
acquaint his opponents that he proposed to follow a new method.
On the other hand, this as destroying the element of surprise,
would have made his strategy of no avail, So that
(06:47):
the whole question is beset with difficulty, when cannot, at
least withhold reluctant admiration for the wit that had conceived
so bold a scheme and the foul genius with which
it was carried out. Footnote fell deadly, and footnote what
were his own feelings about himself at that triumphant moment?
(07:12):
Fain would his dogs have known as breathing heavily and
wiping their cutlasses. They gathered at a discreet distance from
his hook, and squinted through their ferret eyes at this
extraordinary man. Footnote fain gladly and footnote elation must have
been in his heart, but his face did not reflect it.
(07:35):
Every dark and solitary enigma he stood aloof from his
followers and spirit as in substance, the Knight's work was
not yet over, For it was not the redskins he
had come out to destroy. They were, but the bees
to be smoked so that he should get at the honey.
It was Pan. He wanted Pan and Wendy at their band,
(07:59):
But chiefly Pan. Peter was such a small boy that
one tends to wonder at the man's hatred of him. True,
he had flung Hook's arm to the crocodile, but even this,
in the increased in security of life to which it
led owing to the crocodile's pertinacity, hardly account for a
(08:20):
vindictiveness so relentless and malignant. Footnote partinacity, persistence and footnote.
The truth is that there was a something about Peter
which goaded the pirate captain to frenzy. It was not
his courage, It was not his engaging appearance. It was
(08:41):
not there was no beating about the bush, for we
know quite well what it was, and have got to
tell it was Peter's cockiness. This had got on Hook's nerves,
It made his iron claw to which and at night
it disturbed him like an insect. Peter lived. The tortured
(09:01):
man felt that he was a lion in a cage
into which a sparrow had come. The question now was
how to get down the trees, or how to get
his dogs down. He ran his greedy eyes over them,
searching for the thinnest ones. They wriggled uncomfortably, for they
knew he would not scrumple to ram them down with poles.
(09:24):
Footnote scruple hesitate and footnote. In the meantime, what of
the boys. We have seen them, at the first clang
of the weapons, turned as it were, into stone figures,
open mouthed, all appealing with outstretched arms to Peter. And
we return to them as their mouths close and their
(09:45):
arms fall to their sides. The pandemonium above has ceased,
almost as suddenly as it arose, passed like a fierce
gust of wind. But they know that in the passing
it has determined their fate. Which side won. The pirates,
listening avidly at the mouths of the trees, heard the
(10:08):
question put by every boy and alas they also heard
Peter's answer. If the Redskins have won, said he, they
will beat the tom tom. It is always their sign
of victory. Now, Smee had found the tom tom and
was at that moment sitting on it. You will never
(10:29):
hear the tom tom again, he muttered, but inaudibly, of course,
for strict silence had been enjoined footnote, and joined, urged
and footnote. To his amazement, Hook signed him to beat
the tom tom, and slowly there came to Smee an
understanding of the dreadful, wickedness of the order. Never probably
(10:52):
had this simple man admired Hook so much. Twice Smee
beat upon the instrument, and then stopped to listen gly
the tom tom. The miscreants heard Peter cry an Indian victory.
The doomed children answered with a cheer that was music
to the black hearts above, and almost immediately they repeated
(11:15):
the good byes to Peter. This puzzled the pirates, but
all their other feelings were swallowed by a base delight
that the enemy were about to come up the trees.
They smirked at each other and rubbed their hands rapidly
and silently. Hook gave his orders, one man to each tree,
(11:35):
and the orders to arrange themselves and a line two
yards apart. End of Chapter twelve.
Recording by Patrick Seville, Chapter twelve, The children are carried off.
The pirate attack had been a complete surprise, a sure
proof that the unscrupulous hook had conducted it improperly. For
to surprise redskins fairly is beyond the wit of the
white man. By all the unwritten laws of savage warfare.
(00:25):
It is always a redskin who attacks, and with the
wiliness of his race, he does it just before the dawn,
at which time he knows the courage of the whites
to be at his lowest ebb. The white men have
in the meantime made a rude stockade on the summit
of Yonder, underlading ground at the foot of which a
(00:45):
stream runs, for it is destruction to be too far
from water. There they await the onslaught, the inexperienced ones
clutching their revolvers and shredding on twigs, but the old
hands sleeping tranquility, until just before the dawn. Through the
long black night, the savage scouts wriggle snakelike among the grass,
(01:09):
without stirring a blade. The bushwood closes behind them as
suddenly as sand into which a mole has dived. Not
a sound is to be heard, save when they give
vent to a wonderful imitation of the lonely call of
the coyote. The cry is answered by other braves, and
(01:29):
some of them do it even better than the coyotes,
who are not very good at it. So the chill
hours wear on, and the long suspense is horribly trying
to the pale face who has to live through it
for the first time. But to the trained hand, those
ghastly calls and still ghastlier silences are but an intimation
(01:52):
of how the night is marching. That this was the
usual procedure was so well known to hook that industry
guarding it, he cannot be excused on the plea of ignorance.
The Picannines, on their part, trusted implicitly to his honour,
and their whole action of the night stands out and
(02:12):
marked contrast to his. They left nothing undone that was
consistent with the reputation of the tribe, with the alertness
of the senses, which is at once the marble and
despair of civilized peoples. They knew that the pirates were
on the island from the moment one of them trod
on a dry stick and in an incredibly short space
(02:35):
of time, the coyote cries began. Every foot of ground
between the spot where Hook had landed his forces and
the home under the trees was stealthily examined by braves
wearing their moccasins with the heels in front. They found
only one hillock with a stream at its base, so
that Hook had no choice here he must establish himself
(02:59):
and wait for just before the dawn, everything being thus
mapped out with almost diabolical cunning. The main body of
the redskins holded their blankets around them, and in the
phlegmatic manner that is to them the pearl of manhood,
squatted above the child home, awaiting the cold moment when
they should deal pale death here, dreaming through wide awake
(03:24):
of the exquisite tortures to which they were to put him.
At break of day, those confiding savages were found by
the treacherous Hook. From the accounts afterwards supplies by such
of the scouts as escaped the carnage, he does not
seem even to have paused at the rising ground, though
it is certain that in that gray light he must
(03:46):
have seen it. No thought of waiting to be attacked
appears from first to last to have visited his settle mind.
He would not even hold off till the night was
nearly spent. On he pounded with no policy but to
fall too. Footnote fall too, get into combat and footnote
(04:09):
what could the bewildered scouts do, masters, as they were
of every warlike artifice save this one, but trod helplessly
after him, exposing themselves fatally to view while they gave
pathetic utterance. Teuta, coyote cry. Around the brave tiger lily
were a dozen of her stoutest warriors, and they suddenly
(04:31):
saw the perfidious pirates bearing down upon them. Fell from
their eyes than the film through which they had looked
at victory. No more would they torture at the stake
for them, the happy hunting grounds was now they knew it.
But as their father's sons, they quitted themselves. Even then
(04:53):
they had time to gather in a phalanx that would
have been hard to break had they risen quickly, But
this they were forbidden to do by the traditions of
their race. Footnote phalanx dense formation and footnote it is
written that the noble savage must never express surprise in
(05:14):
the presence of the White thus terrible as a sudden
appearance of the Pirates must have been to them. There
remained stationary for a moment, not a muscle moving, as
if the foe had come by invitation. Then indeed the
tradition gallantly upheld. They seized their weapons, and the air
was torn with the war cry. But it was now
(05:36):
too late. It is no part of ours to describe
what was a massacre rather than a fight. Thus perished
many of the flower of the Piccanini tribe. Not all
unavenged did they die for with lean Wulf fell alf
Mason to disturb the Spanish main no more, and among
others who bit the dust were Guillo, Scouri, Chass Turley,
(06:02):
and the Alsatian Fogherty. Turley fell to the tomahawk of
the terrible Panther, who ultimately cut away through the Pirates
with tiger Lily and a small remnant of the tribe.
To what extent Hook is to blame for his tactics
on this occasion is for the historian to decide. He
had waited on the rising ground till the proper hour,
(06:25):
he and his men would probably have been butchered, and
in judging him. It is only fair to take this
into account. What he should perhaps have done was to
acquaint his opponents that he proposed to follow a new method.
On the other hand, this as destroying the element of surprise,
would have made his strategy of no avail, So that
(06:47):
the whole question is beset with difficulty, when cannot, at
least withhold reluctant admiration for the wit that had conceived
so bold a scheme and the foul genius with which
it was carried out. Footnote fell deadly, and footnote what
were his own feelings about himself at that triumphant moment?
(07:12):
Fain would his dogs have known as breathing heavily and
wiping their cutlasses. They gathered at a discreet distance from
his hook, and squinted through their ferret eyes at this
extraordinary man. Footnote fain gladly and footnote elation must have
been in his heart, but his face did not reflect it.
(07:35):
Every dark and solitary enigma he stood aloof from his
followers and spirit as in substance, the Knight's work was
not yet over, For it was not the redskins he
had come out to destroy. They were, but the bees
to be smoked so that he should get at the honey.
It was Pan. He wanted Pan and Wendy at their band,
(07:59):
But chiefly Pan. Peter was such a small boy that
one tends to wonder at the man's hatred of him. True,
he had flung Hook's arm to the crocodile, but even this,
in the increased in security of life to which it
led owing to the crocodile's pertinacity, hardly account for a
(08:20):
vindictiveness so relentless and malignant. Footnote partinacity, persistence and footnote.
The truth is that there was a something about Peter
which goaded the pirate captain to frenzy. It was not
his courage, It was not his engaging appearance. It was
(08:41):
not there was no beating about the bush, for we
know quite well what it was, and have got to
tell it was Peter's cockiness. This had got on Hook's nerves,
It made his iron claw to which and at night
it disturbed him like an insect. Peter lived. The tortured
(09:01):
man felt that he was a lion in a cage
into which a sparrow had come. The question now was
how to get down the trees, or how to get
his dogs down. He ran his greedy eyes over them,
searching for the thinnest ones. They wriggled uncomfortably, for they
knew he would not scrumple to ram them down with poles.
(09:24):
Footnote scruple hesitate and footnote. In the meantime, what of
the boys. We have seen them, at the first clang
of the weapons, turned as it were, into stone figures,
open mouthed, all appealing with outstretched arms to Peter. And
we return to them as their mouths close and their
(09:45):
arms fall to their sides. The pandemonium above has ceased,
almost as suddenly as it arose, passed like a fierce
gust of wind. But they know that in the passing
it has determined their fate. Which side won. The pirates,
listening avidly at the mouths of the trees, heard the
(10:08):
question put by every boy and alas they also heard
Peter's answer. If the Redskins have won, said he, they
will beat the tom tom. It is always their sign
of victory. Now, Smee had found the tom tom and
was at that moment sitting on it. You will never
(10:29):
hear the tom tom again, he muttered, but inaudibly, of course,
for strict silence had been enjoined footnote, and joined, urged
and footnote. To his amazement, Hook signed him to beat
the tom tom, and slowly there came to Smee an
understanding of the dreadful, wickedness of the order. Never probably
(10:52):
had this simple man admired Hook so much. Twice Smee
beat upon the instrument, and then stopped to listen gly
the tom tom. The miscreants heard Peter cry an Indian victory.
The doomed children answered with a cheer that was music
to the black hearts above, and almost immediately they repeated
(11:15):
the good byes to Peter. This puzzled the pirates, but
all their other feelings were swallowed by a base delight
that the enemy were about to come up the trees.
They smirked at each other and rubbed their hands rapidly
and silently. Hook gave his orders, one man to each tree,
(11:35):
and the orders to arrange themselves and a line two
yards apart. End of Chapter twelve.
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