मेरा आजीवन कारावास / माझी जन्मठेप (स्वातंत्र्यवीर सावरकर - काले पानी का ऐतिहासिक संस्मरण)

for it that you will never forget. What kind of watch is this? I will pound you all into
dust." With all these ejaculations, he would not let us know what had happened. In the
Andamans there is a kind of reptile known as centipede. Mr. Barrie's 'dance of death' and
fury, his wild gestures and grimaces made the frightened prisoners indulge in the humour
that he was so whimming and contorting because he was bitten by that reptile. In the
course of his peregrination he came to the cell of Hotilal and shouted out to him to stand
up. He rebuked him, "Why don't you stand up? You are the greatest liar in the world."
And he went on like this, which others could not explain, but which the wily Hotilal
understood well. And he also inferred that the shot that had wounded Mr. Barrie and gave
him such a pain was none other than the long letter that he had indited and managed to
send abroad. Perhaps, the letter had reached its destination and had been published. And
the news of it carried to the Andamans was the cause of his sudden outburst. After
wasting hot words on Hotilal, Mr. Barrie issued a fiat that no political prisoner was to
come within ten feet of one another and the violation of that order meant a sack for the
warder, the petty officer and the jamadar without fear or favour. The prisoners were no
longer to come together for dinner. They were to sit apart, one from the other, and none
else was to be within the shadow of his body. Issuing these strict orders Mr. Barrie left
the place. Those who were in the secret knew the cause of it all, and concluded that the
letter had done its work. In a day or two after, we learnt that Mr. Barrie had referred to
the letter in his talk to his confidants,—the 'gentlemen' political prisoners who had
become his allies. He enquired of them how the letter had gone out and who had taken it.
The 'gentlemen' assured us that nothing could be more foolish than that action. And they
informed us further that The Bengali, which had published it, was prosecuted for the
offence and its press was confiscated on that account. "Mr. Hotilal's folly had cost The
Bengali the loss of a press worth from two to three lacs of rupees! And we shall all be
liable to severe treatment as the consequence of that blunder. Hotilal will suffer the most
for having made false allegations. All of us would also suffer in consequence. What a
reckless act it was and how contumacious!" That was what the allies would say to us; it
was no better than the echo of what Mr. Barrie was saying to them, sure that it would
reache our ears and frighten us.

The Echoes of Mr. Barrie

These renegades and time-servers, however, forgot that the letter in question had
exposed the sufferings that they themselves had undergone. And when an opportunity
came to them later on, they had not refrained from the 'folly' which they had condemned
in other political prisoners. They were playing the double game of propitiating Mr. Barrie
with the condemnation of Hotilal and of being ready at the same time to welcome any
relief that would come to them by the publication of that letter in the press of India.
However, all other political prisoners did not hesitate to congratulate Hotilal on his astute
move and his brave action. They did it openly unafraid of any consequences that might
follow. They answered the objections of the detractors that they had nothing to lose and
everything to gain by that step. For already the Officers of the jail were treating