Twenty Seven
With the new form of torment there came changes.
I was free to roam about, no longer leashed, though my caned feet propelled at a very modest pace. I certainly could not run and my painful walk amounted to a slow amble. But it was a welcomed change after months of ineluctable bondage.
Another change was that placed about the island in various locations along the many pathways, metal stanchions were erected and firmly planted into holes. It seems that Favio and the copilot had kept themselves busy with Mrs. Winthrop’s last visit, distributing throughout the island prefabricated piping each in the form of an inverted ‘U’. In the ensuing weeks the islanders dug holes and one by one the curious devices were implanted in the volcanic rock and sand, placed with each vertical end
