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The title page of this edition is a bit confusing. The author of the original work 'Der Schweizerische Robinson' was Johann David Wyss, and it was edited by his son Johann Rudolf Wyss. This edition was translated by William Henry Giles Kingston.
The title page of this edition is a bit confusing. The author of the original work 'Der Schweizerische Robinson' was Johann David Wyss, and it was edited by his son Johann Rudolf Wyss. This edition was translated by William Henry Giles Kingston.
IT WAS MAKING AMAZING, FLYING JUMPS.
The Swiss Family Robinson. Frontispiece—(Page 88)
The Swiss Family Robinson
A Translation from the Original German
BY
EDITED BY,
WILLIAM H. G. KINGSTON
EDITED BY,
WILLIAM H. G. KINGSTON
ILLUSTRATED BY
WALTER S. ROGERS
ILLUSTRATED BY
WALTER S. ROGERS
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
Grosset & Dunlap
Publishers New York
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
CONTENTS.
| CHAPTER I. | |
| PAGE | |
| Storm-tossed—Wrecked—Deserted—Supper—We make swimming-belts for the children—An anxious night—The gale moderates—We examine our cargo—Jack introduces two new acquaintances—How shall we get on shore?—Jack's plan—We adopt it—The use of a lever—Our tub-boat completed—Another night on the wreck—We collect the cargo—And embark—Jack's friends will not be left behind—Steer for the shore—Once more on land—We erect a tent—Glue soup—Jack makes the acquaintance of a lobster—Ernest shirks the water—Oysters and salt—How shall we eat our soup?—Ernest solves the difficulty—Fritz returns—The sucking pig—How to open an oyster and how to eat it—The dogs devour the agouti—Fritz's anger—Our first night in the new country, | 1 |
| CHAPTER II. | |
| A morning consultation—Breakfast—Away on an expedition—Over the stream and through the grass—An unexpected reinforcement—Search in vain for our comrades—Rest by a stream—Fritz finds a "round bird's nest"—Natural history of a cocoanut—Calabash trees—The use of gourds—How to make a bottle—A lovely but lonely scene—Sugar-canes—Monkeys of use—Cocoanut milk turned to champagne—Turk kills an unfortunate mother monkey—Carry the orphan home—Display our treasures—A sumptuous supper—Ernest's penguin—Champagne turned to vinegar—A fight with jackals—A curious sentinel—A visit to the wreck—We rig our craft—Stow a cargo—Sleep on board—Floats for our herd—We embark—Encounter a shark—Land—Relate our adventures, | 19 |
| CHAPTER III. | |
| The mother relates her adventures—Proposes that we should build a nest—How Jack treated the jackal skin—How the boys were surprised by a bustard—How they found the mangrove tree—How the dogs caught the crabs—We discuss the possibility of making a house in the tree—To bed once more—We start for the wreck—The shark again—Return to land—Franz's crawfish—Bridge building—We pack up—A family removing in patriarchal style—A prickly enemy—Jack shoots it—We reach our new home—Fritz rids our poultry of an enemy—Little Franz finds the figs—Dinner—We prepare materials for our nest—Flamingoes—Roast and tame—The use of trigonometry—A cord carried over the bough—The rope ladder made—We mount our tree—Sleep under the roots—The building of the nest—Retire to roost for the first time, | 44 |
| CHAPTER IV. | |
| A day of rest—A parable for the young people—Quiet recreation—Geographical nomenclature—The margay and porcupine skins made of use—An expedition to Tentholm—Potatoes, potatoes—Tropical vegetation—The use of the karatas—Jack's greediness and its punishment—Ernest discovers cochineal—Arrive at Tentholm—The poultry rebellious—Return to Falconhurst—Ernest roused out early—We collect wood for a sledge—Master Knips turns thief—Franz's plan for the saving of ammunition—Ernest and I take the sledge to Tentholm—Ernest's laziness exemplified—He catches a salmon—We start for home—Kill a kangaroo—And cook it, | 73 |
| CHAPTER V. | |
| Jack and Ernest disappear—Fritz and I start for the wreck—The boys' ambuscade—We form a raft—Ransack the vessel—Again embark—A turtle in sight—Fritz harpoons it—The turtle acts as "Steam Tug"—Safe ashore—Return home—Jack's clay field—A fresh discovery—The mother's cellar—A trip to the wreck—The pinnace—Jack's raid on the Lilliputians—A secret revealed—A new method of grinding flour—Wholesome or poisonous?—Bread-making in earnest, | 92 |
| CHAPTER VI. | |
| Now for the pinnace—Repeated visits to the wreck—The pinnace built—How shall we cut her out—The difficulty solved—We fit her out—Fire a salute—The mother's surprise—We visit Falconhurst—Attend to our fruit trees—Athletics—The lasso—An excursion—A bustard captured—Ernest discovers a magician—Jack fights him—The Liane Rouge—We turn carvers—Ernest's alarm—The old sow again—We discover a sleeping beauty—Return with it to the camp—Knips pronounces our apples "good"—Return to Falconhurst, | 108 |
| CHAPTER VII. | |
| Fritz and I return to the Calabash Wood—Fritz shoots a ruffed grouse—We come across waxberry bushes—Sociable grosbeaks—Fritz captures a parrot—A lecture on ants—Caoutchouc trees—The sago-palm and the edible worms—Return with sugar-canes to Falconhurst—Candle-making—How to make butter without a churn—Plant trees and adorn Tentholm—Last visit to the wreck—The first ducklings on the island—Falconhurst again—An excursion—We pitch our tent—Fritz and Jack ascend the cocoanut trees—Ernest brings us a delicacy—Loss of Grizzle—Jack and I go in pursuit—Giant bamboos—Encounter with buffaloes—The buffalo calf—Find a jackal's lair—Reach our camp—What happened in our absence—Fritz's pet—Sago manufacture—Meet with our sow and her family again—How Ernest tamed the eagle, | 127 |
| CHAPTER VIII. | |
| Prop our young trees—A lecture on grafting—A new idea broached—Why should we not build stairs within the trunk of our tree?—Jack finds one objection—I make a beehive, and we drive the bees from the tree—Stair-making—Additions to our family of domestic animals—The education of the "pets"—Shoemaking—We lead water from the stream to Falconhurst—A strange animal approaches—Our old ass and his companion—The onager captured—Provisioning our winter quarters—Capture of ruffed grouse—We discover flax—The rainy season, | 151 |
| CHAPTER IX. | |
| Spring again—We begin to hew a cave—Jack makes a discovery—We drive the foul air from the cavern—The mother and her boys join us—We explore the cave—Fit it up as our winter quarters—The herring-bank—We catch seals—Fishing on a grand scale—Isinglass and caviare—We visit our plantations—An expedition to establish a colony—The building of "Woodlands"—Jack and Fritz return to Falconhurst for provisions—Ernest and I explore—A "beast with a bill"—We build a canoe—Franz undertakes the education of Grumble—We continue our work at the cave—Carpet making—Thanksgiving-day—A startling salute—Athletics and shooting—Prize giving—Manufacture of birdlime—Fritz and Jack ride off for caoutchouc—Shoot a crane and badger—Find "Woodlands" turned upside down by monkeys—Discover ginseng, | 168 |
| CHAPTER X. | |
| Birdlime—A midnight raid—The massacre at Woodlands—Capture of Molucca pigeons—A pigeon-house—Fritz and I prepare a conjuring trick—Great success of our experiment—Lichen and nutmegs discovered—Jack's adventure—The loom manufactured—Winter stores prepared—The rainy season sets in—Interior of our house arranged—We study languages—The return of spring—A stranded whale—An account of coral—We go to work on the whale's carcass—Remarks on the habits of the whale, | 199 |
| CHAPTER XI. | |
| The blubber of the whale boiled and stored—A unique machine—Expedition to Prospect Hill—Whale's tongue is voted no delicacy—We land on Whale Island—Jack discovers a strange skeleton—Turtle turning—Towed ashore—The loom completed—Return of the herring shoals—Basket making—We manufacture a sedan chair—Ernest's wild ride therein—A boa constrictor appears—He retreats to the marsh—Suspense—Poor Grizzle's fate—An awful scene—Death of the monster—An account of snakes—Remedies for poisoned bites—Ernest writes Grizzle's epitaph—The serpent stuffed and placed in the museum, | 222 |
| CHAPTER XII. | |
| We examine the marsh—A cave discovered—We find the floor covered with fuller's earth—Discharge our pistols—Jack's fright—Ernest captures an eel—An expedition toward the Gap—Visit Falconhurst and Woodlands and examine the country round—Franz shoots a capybara—Ernest and Knips fight the rats—A lecture on musk—Cinnamon apples—A peccary hunt—We prepare the peccary meat—Disasters at Prospect Hill—An exploring expedition through the Gap—We find our barrier broken down—Across the desert—Strange objects in the distance—An account of ostriches—An ostrich slain—We discover the nest—A mud tortoise—We encounter bears—A desperate fight—Back again to camp—We skin the bears and smoke their flesh—Pepper found—Three of the boys start on an expedition—I discover talc, | 242 |
| CHAPTER XIII. | |
| The boys return and give an account of their adventures—How they captured the antelopes—How Fritz caught the rabbits and Jack rode down the gazelles—How they followed the honey bird and Jack tried to rob the bees' byke—We sup on the bears' paws—Across the desert again—Sight three ostriches—The male bird captured—We secure him between Storm and Grumble—The mother's astonishment at our new pet—Return to Woodlands—Home again—We establish colonies on Shark and Whale Islands—Turn our attention to agriculture—The difficulties of ostrich training—My patent saddle and bridle—I exercise my ingenuity in various trades, | 268 |
| CHAPTER XIV. | |
| The rainy season again—The building of the cajack—The mother invents a swimming dress—A visit to our colonies—Mysterious seaweed—The mother's surprise—A visit to Whale Island—Mischievous pigs—The three boys return from a day's hunting—They display their treasures—A new skinning apparatus—We make a crushing machine—An early harvest—We prepare a threshing floor—Reaping in Italian fashion—Threshing also in Italian fashion—Return of the herring shoals, | 284 |
| CHAPTER XV. | |
| Trial of the cajack—Fritz kills a walrus—We carry home its head—The storm—Where is Fritz?—Safe at last—The fishing season—An expedition proposed—Three of the boys start for Woodlands—Pigeon post—Encounter with a hyena—Wood Lake explored—A tapir—Prospect Hill pillaged—A tragedy—The boys in danger—We join them—We build a summer house—Discover the cacao plant—Fritz ascends the stream—He sees elephants and hippopotami—Jack's "moist secret"—We return to Rockburg—Grace and Beauty—Shark Island is fortified, | 297 |
| CHAPTER XVI. | |
| Ten years afterward—Our farms and farmyards—Fritz makes a voyage of discovery—Cape Minster and the swallows' nest—Pearl oysters—A magnificent bay—The strange message—An excursion to Pearl Bay—Fritz proposes to search for the stranger, and prepares his canoe for her reception—The pearl fishery—An encounter with a wild boar—Jack's accident—Truffles—A midnight alarm—The lion and his mate—Our enemies overcome—Juno's death—We set sail for Rockburg—Fritz leaves us, | 317 |
| CHAPTER XVII. | |
| Juno's epitaph—Fritz does not appear—We start in search of him—A cachalot whale—The unexpected appearance of a savage—Fritz in a dusky disguise—He leads us to Fair Isle, and shows us the wonders therein—The stranger—Fritz narrates his adventures—How he saw toucans—Encountered a tiger—Lost Pounce—Found the Smoking Rock, and Jenny Montrose—The history of the stranger—Wolves dispute our right to the whale—Coco joins his brethren—Jack and Jenny search for the truant—We leave Pearl Bay—A hearty reception—A visit to Falconhurst—Jack displays our stud—The rainy season again, | 338 |
| CHAPTER XVIII. | |
| Spring and its accompanying work—The mysterious guns—Who fired them—A storm—Fritz and I reconnoiter—The English brig—We visit her in the yacht—Captain Littlestone—We are cordially welcomed—Mr. Wolston and his family—An earnest consultation—Our visitors at Rockburg—The supper—Who is for Europe and who for New Switzerland?—The decision—Farewell, | 358 |
THE SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON
THE SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON
CHAPTER 1.
Storm-tossed—Wrecked—Deserted—Dinner—We make life jackets for the kids—A restless night—The storm calms down—We check our cargo—Jack introduces two new friends—How do we get to shore?—Jack's idea—We decide to go with it—Using a lever—Our tugboat is ready—Another night on the wreck—We gather the cargo—And set off—Jack's friends won't be left behind—Head for the shore—Back on land—We set up a tent—Glue soup—Jack meets a lobster—Ernest avoids the water—Oysters and salt—How do we eat our soup?—Ernest figures it out—Fritz comes back—The suckling pig—How to open and eat an oyster—The dogs devour the agouti—Fritz is upset—Our first night in the new land.
For many days we had been tempest-tossed. Six times had the darkness closed over a wild and terrific scene, and returning light as often brought but renewed distress, for the raging storm increased in fury until on the seventh day all hope was lost.
For many days we had been tossed around by the storm. Six times the darkness enveloped a wild and terrifying scene, and each time the light returned, it only brought more distress, as the raging storm grew more intense until, on the seventh day, all hope was gone.
We were driven completely out of our course; no conjecture could be formed as to our whereabouts. The crew had lost heart, and were utterly exhausted by incessant labor.
We were completely thrown off our path; we had no idea where we were. The crew had lost their spirit and were totally worn out from nonstop work.
The riven masts had gone by the board, leaks had been sprung in every direction, and the water, which rushed in, gained upon us rapidly.
The broken masts had fallen overboard, leaks had opened up in every direction, and the water, which rushed in, quickly overwhelmed us.
Every man on board alternately commended his soul to his Creator, and strove to bethink himself of some means of saving his life.
Every man on board alternately prayed to his Creator and tried to think of some way to save his life.
My heart sank as I looked round upon my family in the midst of these horrors. Our four young sons were overpowered by terror. "Dear children," said I, "if the Lord will, he can save us even from this fearful peril; if not, let us calmly yield our lives into his hand, and think of the joy and blessedness of finding ourselves forever and ever united in that happy home above."
My heart dropped as I looked around at my family in the middle of these horrors. Our four young sons were paralyzed with fear. "Dear kids," I said, "if the Lord wants to, He can save us from this terrifying danger; if not, let’s calmly entrust our lives to Him and think about the joy of being together forever in that happy home above."
At these words my weeping wife looked bravely up, and, as the boys clustered round her, she began to cheer and encourage them with calm and loving words. I rejoiced to see her fortitude, though my heart was ready to break as I gazed on my dear ones.
At these words, my crying wife looked up bravely, and as the boys gathered around her, she started to cheer them on and encourage them with calm, loving words. I was glad to see her strength, even though my heart felt like it was breaking as I looked at my loved ones.
We knelt down together, one after another praying with deep earnestness and emotion. Fritz, in particular, besought help and deliverance for his dear parents and brothers, as though quite forgetting himself.
We knelt down together, one after another praying with deep sincerity and feeling. Fritz, in particular, begged for help and rescue for his dear parents and brothers, as if completely forgetting about himself.
Our hearts were soothed by the never-failing comfort of child-like, confiding prayer, and the horror of our situation seemed less overwhelming. "Ah," thought I, "the Lord will hear our prayer! He will help us."
Our hearts were calmed by the constant comfort of childlike, trusting prayer, and the terror of our situation felt less overwhelming. "Ah," I thought, "the Lord will hear our prayer! He will help us."
Amid the roar of the thundering waves I suddenly heard the cry of "Land, land!" while at the same instant the ship struck with a frightful shock, which threw every one to the deck, and seemed to threaten her immediate destruction.
Amid the roar of the crashing waves, I suddenly heard the shout of "Land, land!" at the same moment the ship hit with a terrifying jolt that threw everyone to the deck and felt like it might lead to her immediate destruction.
Dreadful sounds betokened the breaking up of the ship, and the roaring waters poured in on all sides:
Dreadful sounds signaled the ship's breaking apart, and the roaring waters rushed in from every direction:
Then the voice of the captain was heard above the tumult shouting, "Lower away the boats! We are lost!"
Then the captain's voice was heard above the chaos shouting, "Lower the boats! We're doomed!"
"Lost!" I exclaimed, and the word went like a dagger to my heart; but seeing my children's terror renewed, I composed myself, calling out cheerfully, "Take courage, my boys! we are all above water yet. There is the land not far off; let us do our best to reach it. You know God helps those that help themselves!" With that, I left them and went on deck. What was my horror when through the foam and spray I beheld the only remaining boat leave the ship, the last of the seamen spring into her and push off, regardless of my cries and entreaties that we might be allowed to share their slender chance of preserving their lives. My voice was drowned in the howling of the blast; and even had the crew wished it, the return of the boat was impossible.
"Lost!" I shouted, and the word hit me like a dagger to the heart; but seeing the fear in my children's eyes again, I steadied myself and called out cheerfully, "Stay strong, my boys! We're still afloat. There's land not far away; let’s do our best to reach it. Remember, God helps those who help themselves!" With that, I left them and went on deck. What horror I felt when, through the foam and spray, I saw the last remaining boat leave the ship. The last of the sailors jumped in and pushed off, ignoring my cries and pleas to let us share their slim chance of survival. My voice was drowned out by the howling wind; and even if the crew had wanted to, the boat could not return.
Casting my eyes despairingly around, I became gradually aware that our position was by no means hopeless, inasmuch as the stern of the ship containing our cabin was jammed between two high rocks, and was partly raised from among the breakers which dashed the forepart to pieces. As the clouds of mist and rain drove past, I could make out, through rents in the vaporous curtain, a line of rocky coast, and rugged as it was, my heart bounded toward it as a sign of help in the hour of need. Yet the sense of our lonely and forsaken condition weighed heavily upon me as I returned to my family, constraining myself to say with a smile, "Courage, dear ones! Although our good ship will never sail more, she is so placed that our cabin will remain above water, and to-morrow, if the wind and waves abate, I see no reason why we should not be able to get ashore."
Looking around in despair, I slowly realized that our situation wasn’t entirely hopeless. The back of the ship with our cabin was wedged between two tall rocks and was partly lifted above the crashing waves that were destroying the front of the ship. As the mist and rain blew past, I could see, through gaps in the fog, a rocky coastline. Despite its roughness, my heart leaped at the sight, seeing it as a sign of hope in our time of need. Still, the weight of our lonely and abandoned state hung heavily on me as I went back to my family, forcing a smile and saying, "Stay strong, everyone! Even though our ship will never sail again, it's in a position where our cabin will stay above water, and tomorrow, if the wind and waves calm down, I don’t see why we can’t make it to shore."
These few words had an immediate effect on the spirits of my children, who at once regarded our problematical chance of escaping as a happy certainty, and began to enjoy the relief from the violent pitching and rolling of the vessel.
These few words instantly lifted my children's spirits, making them view our uncertain chance of escape as a sure thing, and they started to appreciate the relief from the ship's wild pitching and rolling.
My wife, however, perceived my distress and anxiety, in spite of my forced composure, and I made her comprehend our real situation, greatly fearing the effect of the intelligence on her nerves. Not for a moment did her courage and trust in Providence forsake her, and on seeing this, my fortitude revived.
My wife, however, noticed my distress and anxiety, despite my forced calmness, and I helped her understand our real situation, worried about how this news would affect her nerves. Not once did her courage and faith in a higher power leave her, and seeing this gave me strength.
Night drew on apace, the storm was as fierce as ever, and at intervals we were startled by crashes announcing further damage to our unfortunate ship.
Night was falling quickly, the storm was just as intense as before, and every now and then, we were jolted by loud crashes signaling more destruction to our unfortunate ship.
"God will help us soon now, won't he, father?" said my youngest child.
"God will help us soon, right Dad?" said my youngest child.
"You silly little thing," said Fritz, my eldest son, sharply, "don't you know that we must not settle what God is to do for us? We must have patience and wait his time."
"You silly little thing," said Fritz, my oldest son, sharply, "don't you know we can't dictate what God does for us? We need to be patient and wait for His timing."
"Very well said, had it been said kindly, Fritz, my boy. You too often speak harshly to your brothers, although you may not mean to do so."
"Well said, but it would have been nicer if you had said it kindly, Fritz, my boy. You often speak too harshly to your brothers, even if you don’t intend to."
A good meal being now ready, my youngsters ate heartily, and retiring to rest were speedily fast asleep. Fritz, who was of an age to be aware of the real danger we were in, kept watch with us. After a long silence, "Father," said he, "don't you think we might contrive swimming belts for mother and the boys? with those we might all escape to land, for you and I can swim."
A good meal was ready, so my kids ate happily and quickly fell asleep. Fritz, old enough to understand the real danger we were in, stayed up with us. After a long silence, he said, "Dad, don’t you think we could make swim belts for Mom and the boys? With those, we might all make it to shore since you and I can swim."
"Your idea is so good," answered I, "that I shall arrange something at once, in case of an accident during the night."
"Your idea is so good," I replied, "that I'll set something up right away, just in case something happens during the night."
We immediately searched about for what would answer the purpose, and fortunately got hold of a number of empty flasks and tin canisters, which we connected two and two together so as to form floats sufficiently buoyant to support a person in the water, and my wife and young sons each willingly put one on. I then provided myself with matches, knives, cord, and other portable articles, trusting that, should the vessel go to pieces before daylight, we might gain the shore not wholly destitute.
We quickly looked around for something that would work, and luckily, we found several empty flasks and tin canisters, which we connected in pairs to create floats strong enough to keep a person above water. My wife and young sons each happily put one on. I then gathered matches, knives, cord, and other small items, hoping that if the boat fell apart before morning, we wouldn't end up completely unprepared when we reached the shore.
Fritz, as well as his brothers, now slept soundly. Throughout the night my wife and I maintained our prayerful watch, dreading at every fresh sound some fatal change in the position of the wreck.
Fritz and his brothers were now sleeping peacefully. While they slept, my wife and I kept our prayerful vigil throughout the night, fearing that every new sound could mean a dangerous shift in the wreck's position.
I aroused the boys, and we assembled on the remaining portion of the deck, when they, to their surprise, discovered that no one else was on board.
I woke up the boys, and we gathered on the rest of the deck, where they, to their surprise, found out that no one else was on board.
"Hallo, papa! what has become of everybody? Are the sailors gone? Have they taken away the boats? Oh, papa! why did they leave us behind? What can we do by ourselves?"
"Hey, Dad! What happened to everyone? Are the sailors gone? Did they take the boats? Oh, Dad! Why did they leave us here? What can we do on our own?"
"My good children," I replied, "we must not despair, although we seem deserted. See how those on whose skill and good faith we depended have left us cruelly to our fate in the hour of danger. God will never do so. He has not forsaken us, and we will trust him still. Only let us bestir ourselves, and each cheerily do his best. Who has anything to propose?"
"My dear children," I said, "we must not lose hope, even though it feels like we’ve been abandoned. Look how those we relied on for their skills and trust have cruelly left us to face our fate in this time of trouble. God will never abandon us. He hasn’t forsaken us, and we will continue to trust Him. Let’s get moving and do our best. Does anyone have any suggestions?"
"The sea will soon be calm enough for swimming," said Fritz.
"The sea will be calm enough for swimming soon," said Fritz.
"And that would be all very fine for you," exclaimed Ernest, "but think of mother and the rest of us! Why not build a raft and all get on shore together?"
"And that would be great for you," exclaimed Ernest, "but think about mom and the rest of us! Why not build a raft and all get ashore together?"
"We should find it difficult, I think, to make a raft that would carry us safe to shore. However, we must contrive something, and first let each try to procure what will be of most use to us."
"We should find it hard, I think, to make a raft that will safely get us to shore. However, we need to come up with something, and first, let each person try to get what will be the most useful to us."
Away we all went to see what was to be found, I myself proceeding to examine, as of great consequence, the supplies of provisions and fresh water within our reach.
Away we all went to see what we could find, and I headed off to check, as it was really important, the supplies of food and fresh water available to us.
My wife took her youngest son, Franz, to help her to feed the unfortunate animals on board, who were in a pitiful plight, having been neglected for several days.
My wife took our youngest son, Franz, to help her feed the unfortunate animals on board, who were in a terrible state after being neglected for several days.
Fritz hastened to the arm chest, Ernest to look for tools: and Jack went toward the captain's cabin, the door of which he no sooner opened than out sprang two splendid large dogs, who testified their extreme delight and gratitude by such tremendous bounds that they knocked their little deliverer completely head over heels, frightening him nearly out of his wits. Jack did not long yield either to fear or anger; he presently recovered himself; the dogs seemed to ask pardon by vehemently licking his face and hands, and so, seizing the larger by the ears, he jumped on his back, and, to my great amusement, coolly rode to meet me as I came up the hatchway.
Fritz rushed to the chest of drawers, Ernest went to find tools, and Jack walked toward the captain's cabin. As soon as he opened the door, two amazing large dogs jumped out, showing their excitement and appreciation with such huge leaps that they knocked Jack completely off his feet, almost scaring him to death. Jack didn’t stay scared or angry for long; he quickly got back on his feet. The dogs seemed to apologize by eagerly licking his face and hands. Then, grabbing the larger dog by the ears, he jumped on its back and, to my great amusement, casually rode over to meet me as I came up the hatchway.
When we reassembled in the cabin, we all displayed our treasures.
When we got back together in the cabin, we all showed off our treasures.
Fritz brought a couple of guns, shot belt, powder flasks, and plenty of bullets.
Fritz brought a couple of guns, a holster, powder flasks, and plenty of bullets.
Ernest produced a cap full of nails, an ax, and a hammer, while pincers, chisels, and augers stuck out of all his pockets.
Ernest pulled out a cap full of nails, an axe, and a hammer, while pliers, chisels, and augers poked out of all his pockets.
Little Franz carried a box, and eagerly began to show us the "nice sharp little hooks" it contained. "Well done, Franz!" cried I; "these fish hooks, which you, the youngest, have found, may contribute more than anything else in the ship to save our lives by procuring food for us. Fritz and Ernest, you have chosen well."
Little Franz carried a box and excitedly began to show us the "nice sharp little hooks" it held. "Well done, Franz!" I exclaimed; "these fish hooks, which you, the youngest, have found, may do more than anything else on the ship to save our lives by providing food for us. Fritz and Ernest, you made a great choice."
"Will you praise me too?" said my dear wife. "I have nothing to show, but I can give you good news. Some useful animals are still alive; a cow, a donkey, two goats, six sheep, a ram, and a fine sow. I was but just in time to save their lives by taking food to them."
"Will you praise me too?" my dear wife asked. "I don’t have much to show, but I have good news. Some useful animals are still alive; a cow, a donkey, two goats, six sheep, a ram, and a nice sow. I just made it in time to save their lives by bringing them food."
"All these things are excellent indeed," said I; "but my friend Jack here has presented me with a couple of huge, hungry, useless dogs, who will eat more than any of us."
"All these things are really great," I said; "but my friend Jack here has given me a couple of big, hungry, useless dogs, who will eat more than any of us."
"Oh, papa! they will be of use! Why, they will help us to hunt when we get on shore!"
"Oh, Dad! They'll be useful! I mean, they'll help us hunt when we get to shore!"
"No doubt they will, if ever we do get on shore, Jack; but I must say I don't know how it is to be done."
"No doubt they will, if we ever make it to shore, Jack; but I have to say I don't know how that's going to happen."
"Can't we each get into a big tub, and float there?" returned he. "I have often sailed splendidly like that, round the pond at home."
"Can’t we all get into a big tub and just float there?" he replied. "I’ve often had a great time doing that, sailing around the pond at home."
We very soon found four large casks, made of sound wood, and strongly bound with iron hoops; they were floating with many other things in the water in the hold, but we managed to fish them out, and drag them to a suitable place for launching them. They were exactly what I wanted, and I succeeded in sawing them across the middle. Hard work it was, and we were glad enough to stop and refresh ourselves with wine and biscuits.
We quickly found four large casks made of solid wood, tightly bound with iron hoops. They were floating alongside many other items in the water below deck, but we managed to fish them out and drag them to a good spot for launching. They were exactly what I needed, and I successfully sawed them in half. It was tough work, and we were more than happy to take a break and enjoy some wine and biscuits.
My eight tubs now stood ranged in a row near the water's edge, and I looked at them with great satisfaction; to my surprise, my wife did not seem to share my pleasure!
My eight tubs were now lined up in a row by the water's edge, and I looked at them with a lot of satisfaction; to my surprise, my wife didn't seem to share my excitement!
"I shall never," said she, "muster courage to get into one of these!"
"I will never," she said, "find the courage to get into one of these!"
"Do not be too sure of that, dear wife; when you see my contrivance completed, you will perhaps prefer it to this immovable wreck."
"Don't be too confident about that, dear wife; when you see my creation finished, you might actually like it more than this fixed-up mess."
I next procured a long, thin plank, on which my tubs could be fixed, and the two ends of this I bent upward so as to form a keel. Other two planks were nailed along the sides of the tubs; they also being flexible, were brought to a point at each end, and all firmly secured and nailed together. I felt satisfied that in smooth water this craft would be perfectly trustworthy. But when we thought all was ready for the launch, we found, to our dismay, that the grand contrivance was so heavy and clumsy, that even our united efforts could not move it an inch.
I then got a long, thin plank to attach my tubs to, and I bent the two ends upward to create a keel. I nailed two more planks along the sides of the tubs; these were also flexible, and I brought them together at each end, securing everything tightly. I felt confident that in calm water, this boat would be completely reliable. But just when we thought we were ready to launch, we discovered, to our disappointment, that the whole thing was so heavy and awkward that even all of us working together couldn’t budge it an inch.
"I must have a lever," cried I. "Run and fetch the capstan bar!"
"I need a lever," I shouted. "Go get the capstan bar!"
Fritz quickly brought one, and, having formed rollers by cutting up a long spar, I raised the fore part of my boat with the bar, and my sons placed a roller under it.
Fritz quickly got one, and after making rollers by cutting up a long piece of wood, I lifted the front part of my boat with the bar, while my sons put a roller underneath it.
"How is it, father," inquired Ernest, "that with that thing you alone can do more than all of us together?"
"How is it, Dad," asked Ernest, "that with that you can do more than all of us combined?"
I now made fast a long rope to the stern of our boat, attaching the other end to a beam; then placing a second and third roller under it, we once more began to push, this time with success, and soon our gallant craft was safely launched: so swiftly indeed did she glide into the water that, but for the rope, she would have passed beyond our reach. The boys wished to jump in directly; but, alas, she leaned so much on one side that they could not venture to do so.
I quickly tied a long rope to the back of our boat, fastening the other end to a beam. Then, after placing a second and third roller underneath it, we began to push again, and this time it worked. Soon our brave vessel was safely launched: she slid into the water so smoothly that, if it weren't for the rope, she would have gone out of reach. The boys wanted to jump in right away, but, unfortunately, the boat tilted so much on one side that they didn't dare to do it.
Some heavy things being thrown in, however, the boat righted itself by degrees, and the boys were so delighted that they struggled which should first leap in to have the fun of sitting down in the tubs. But it was plain to me at once that something more was required to make her perfectly safe, so I contrived out-riggers to preserve the balance, by nailing long poles across at the stem and stern, and fixing at the end of each empty brandy casks. Then the boat appearing steady, I got in; and turning it toward the most open side of the wreck, I cut and cleared away obstructions, so as to leave a free passage for our departure, and the boys brought oars to be ready for the voyage. This important undertaking we were forced to postpone until the next day, as it was by this time far too late to attempt it. It was not pleasant to have to spend another night in so precarious a situation; but yielding to necessity, we sat down to enjoy a comfortable supper, for during our exciting and incessant work all day we had taken nothing but an occasional biscuit and a little wine.
Some heavy things were thrown in, but the boat gradually righted itself, and the boys were so excited that they competed to be the first to jump in and enjoy sitting in the tubs. However, I quickly realized that more was needed to ensure it was completely safe, so I added outriggers to keep the balance by nailing long poles across the front and back and attaching empty brandy casks at the ends. Once the boat seemed stable, I got in and turned it toward the clearest side of the wreck, clearing away obstacles to create a clear path for our departure, while the boys fetched oars to prepare for the journey. We had to postpone this important plan until the next day since it was already too late to try. It wasn't pleasant to spend another night in such an uncertain situation, but accepting the circumstances, we sat down to enjoy a proper dinner, as during our busy and constant work all day, we had only had the occasional biscuit and a bit of wine.
We prepared for rest in a much happier frame of mind than on the preceding day, but I did not forget the possibility of a renewed storm, and therefore made every one put on the belts as before.
We got ready to rest in a much better mood than the day before, but I didn't forget the chance of another storm, so I made everyone put on their belts like before.
I persuaded my wife (not without considerable difficulty), to put on a sailor's dress, assuring her she would find it much more comfortable and convenient for all she would have to go through. She at last consented to do this, and left us for a short time, reappearing with much embarrassment and many blushes, in a most becoming suit, which she had found in a midshipman's chest. We all admired her costume, and any awkwardness she felt soon began to pass off; then retiring to our berths, peaceful sleep prepared us all for the exertions of the coming day.
I managed to convince my wife (not without quite a bit of effort) to wear a sailor's outfit, promising her that it would be much more comfortable and practical for everything she would need to do. Eventually, she agreed and left us for a bit, returning with a lot of embarrassment and blushing, wearing a really flattering outfit that she had found in a midshipman's chest. We all admired her look, and any awkwardness she felt quickly faded; then we settled into our beds, and a peaceful sleep prepared us for the challenges of the next day.
We rose up betimes, for sleep weighs lightly on the hopeful, as well as on the anxious. After kneeling together in prayer, "Now, my beloved ones," said I, "with God's help we are about to effect our escape. Let the poor animals we must leave behind be well fed, and put plenty of fodder within their reach: in a few days we may be able to return, and save them likewise. After that, collect everything you can think of which may be of use to us."
We woke up early, because sleep comes easily to the hopeful and the anxious alike. After we knelt together in prayer, I said, "Now, my dear ones, with God's help we are about to escape. Make sure the poor animals we have to leave behind are well-fed, and put plenty of food within their reach: in a few days we might be able to come back and save them too. After that, gather everything you can think of that might be useful to us."
The boys joyfully obeyed me, and I selected from the large quantity of stores they got together, canvas to make a tent, a chest of carpenter's tools, guns, pistols, powder, shot, and bullets, rods and fishing tackle, an iron pot, a case of portable soup, and another of biscuit. These useful articles, of course, took the place of the ballast I had hastily thrown in the day before.
The boys happily followed my instructions, and I chose from the large amount of supplies they gathered: canvas to make a tent, a chest of carpentry tools, guns, pistols, gunpowder, shot, and bullets, fishing rods and tackle, an iron pot, a case of portable soup, and another case of biscuits. These useful items took the place of the ballast I had quickly thrown in the day before.
With a hearty prayer for God's blessing, we now began to take our seats, each in his tub. Just then we heard the cocks begin to crow, as though to reproach us for deserting them. "Why should not the fowls go with us!" exclaimed I. "If we find no food for them, they can be food for us!" Ten hens and a couple of cocks were accordingly placed in one of the tubs, and secured with some wire-netting over them.
With a sincere prayer for God's blessing, we started to take our seats, each in our own tub. Just then, we heard the roosters crowing, almost as if they were scolding us for leaving them behind. "Why shouldn't the chickens come with us?" I shouted. "If we can't find food for them, they can be food for us!" So, ten hens and a couple of roosters were put in one of the tubs and covered with some wire netting.
The ducks and geese were set at liberty, and took to the water at once, while the pigeons, rejoicing to find themselves on the wing, swiftly made for the shore. My wife, who managed all this for me, kept us waiting for her some little time, and came at last with a bag as big as a pillow in her arms. "This is my contribution," said she, throwing the bag to little Franz, to be, as I thought, a cushion for him to sit upon.
The ducks and geese were released and immediately took to the water, while the pigeons, excited to be flying, quickly headed for the shore. My wife, who organized all of this for me, kept us waiting for a bit and finally arrived with a bag as large as a pillow in her arms. "This is my contribution," she said, tossing the bag to little Franz, which I thought was meant to be a cushion for him to sit on.
All being ready, we cast off, and moved away from the wreck. My good, brave wife sat in the first compartment of the boat; next her was Franz, a pretty little boy, nearly eight years old. Then came Fritz, a handsome, spirited young fellow of fifteen; the two center tubs contained the valuable cargo; then came our bold, thoughtless Jack; next him Ernest, my second son, intelligent, well-formed, and rather indolent. I myself, the anxious, loving father, stood in the stern, endeavoring to guide the raft with its precious burden to a safe landing-place.
All set, we pushed off and moved away from the wreck. My brave wife sat in the first compartment of the boat; next to her was Franz, a pretty little boy, almost eight years old. Then came Fritz, a handsome, spirited young guy of fifteen; the two center tubs held the valuable cargo; then there was our bold, reckless Jack; after him was Ernest, my second son, smart, well-built, and a bit lazy. I, the anxious, loving father, stood at the back, trying to steer the raft with its precious load to a safe landing spot.
The elder boys took the oars; every one wore a float belt, and had something useful close to him in case of being thrown into the water.
The older boys took the oars; everyone wore a life jacket and had something handy nearby in case they fell into the water.
The tide was flowing, which was a great help to the young oarsmen. We emerged from the wreck and glided into the open sea. All eyes were strained to get a full view of the land, and the boys pulled with a will; but for some time we made no progress, as the boat kept turning round and round, until I hit upon the right way to steer it, after which we merrily made for the shore.
The tide was coming in, which really helped the young rowers. We came out from the wreck and smoothly entered the open sea. Everyone strained to catch a glimpse of the land, and the boys rowed with determination; but for a while, we weren’t getting anywhere, as the boat kept spinning in circles, until I figured out the right way to steer it. After that, we happily headed for the shore.
We had left two dogs, Turk and Juno, on the wreck, as being both large mastiffs we did not care to have their additional weight on board our craft; but when they saw us apparently deserting them, they set up a piteous howl, and sprang into the sea. I was sorry to see this, for the distance to the land was so great that I scarcely expected them to be able to accomplish it. They followed us, however, and occasionally resting their fore-paws on the out-riggers, kept up with us well. Jack was inclined to deny them this, their only chance of safety. "Stop," said I, "that would be unkind as well as foolish; remember, the merciful man regardeth the life of his beast."
We had left two dogs, Turk and Juno, on the wreck because they were both large mastiffs and we didn’t want their extra weight on our boat. But when they saw us seemingly abandoning them, they let out a heartbreaking howl and jumped into the sea. I felt bad about this because the distance to the land was so far that I hardly thought they could make it. However, they swam after us and occasionally rested their front paws on the out-riggers, keeping up with us just fine. Jack wanted to deny them this, their only chance of safety. “Stop,” I said, “that would be both unkind and foolish; remember, the merciful man cares for the life of his animals.”
Our passage, though tedious, was safe; but the nearer we approached the shore the less inviting it appeared; the barren rocks seemed to threaten us with misery and want.
Our journey, although boring, was safe; but as we got closer to the shore, it looked less welcoming; the bare rocks seemed to warn us of hardship and scarcity.
By and by we began to perceive that, between and beyond the cliffs, green grass and trees were discernible. Fritz could distinguish many tall palms, and Ernest hoped they would prove to be cocoanut trees, and enjoyed the thoughts of drinking the refreshing milk.
Slowly, we started to notice that, between and beyond the cliffs, green grass and trees were visible. Fritz could identify several tall palm trees, and Ernest hoped they would turn out to be coconut trees, excited by the idea of drinking the refreshing milk.
"I am very sorry I never thought of bringing away the captain's telescope," said I.
"I’m really sorry I never thought to grab the captain's telescope," I said.
"Oh, look here, father!" cried Jack, drawing a little spyglass joyfully out of his pocket.
"Oh, check this out, Dad!" shouted Jack, pulling a small spyglass out of his pocket with excitement.
By means of this glass, I made out that at some distance to the left the coast was much more inviting; a strong current however, carried us directly toward the frowning rocks, but I presently observed an opening, where a stream flowed into the sea, and saw that our geese and ducks were swimming toward this place. I steered after them into the creek, and we found ourselves in a small bay or inlet where the water was perfectly smooth and of moderate depth. The ground sloped gently upward from the low banks to the cliffs, which here retired inland, leaving a small plain, on which it was easy for us to land. Every one sprang gladly out of the boat but little Franz, who, lying packed in his tub like a potted shrimp, had to be lifted out by his mother.
By looking through this glass, I noticed that off to the left, the coast looked a lot more inviting. However, a strong current was pushing us straight toward the intimidating rocks. Then I spotted an opening where a stream flowed into the sea, and I saw our geese and ducks swimming toward it. I steered after them into the creek, and we arrived in a small bay or inlet where the water was completely calm and fairly shallow. The ground sloped gently up from the low banks to the cliffs, which backed up inland, leaving a small plain where it was easy for us to land. Everyone jumped eagerly out of the boat except for little Franz, who, crammed into his tub like a shrimp, had to be lifted out by his mom.
The dogs had scrambled on shore before us; they received us with loud barking and the wildest demonstrations of delight. The geese and ducks kept up an incessant din, added to which was the screaming and croaking of flamingoes and penguins, whose dominion we were invading. The noise was deafening, but far from unwelcome to me, as I thought of the good dinners the birds might furnish.
The dogs had rushed onto the shore ahead of us; they welcomed us with loud barking and the most over-the-top displays of joy. The geese and ducks continued their constant racket, mixed with the screeching and croaking of flamingos and penguins, whose territory we were intruding upon. The noise was overwhelming, but I found it far from unpleasant, thinking about the delicious dinners the birds could provide.
All hands then briskly fell to the work of unloading, and oh, how rich we felt ourselves as we did so! The poultry we left at liberty to forage for themselves, and set about finding a suitable place to erect a tent in which to pass the night. This we speedily did; thrusting a long spar into a hole in the rock, and supporting the other end by a pole firmly planted in the ground, we formed a framework over which we stretched the sailcloth we had brought; besides fastening this down with pegs, we placed our heavy chest and boxes on the border of the canvas, and arranged hooks so as to be able to close up the entrance during the night.
All hands quickly got to work unloading, and oh, how wealthy we felt doing it! We let the poultry roam free to find food for themselves and started looking for a good spot to set up a tent for the night. We quickly found one; by pushing a long beam into a hole in the rock and bracing the other end with a pole firmly planted in the ground, we created a framework onto which we stretched the sailcloth we had brought. We secured it with pegs and placed our heavy chest and boxes around the edges of the canvas, setting up hooks to close off the entrance during the night.
When this was accomplished, the boys ran to collect moss and grass, to spread in the tent for our beds, while I arranged a fireplace with some large flat stones, near the brook which flowed close by. Dry twigs and seaweed were soon in a blaze on the hearth; I filled the iron pot with water, and giving my wife several cakes of the portable soup, she established herself as our cook, with little Franz to help her.
When this was done, the boys ran to gather moss and grass to spread in the tent for our beds, while I set up a fireplace with some large flat stones near the nearby brook. Dry twigs and seaweed quickly caught fire in the hearth; I filled the iron pot with water, and after giving my wife several cakes of portable soup, she took on the role of our cook, with little Franz to assist her.
He, thinking his mother was melting some glue for carpentering, was eager to know "what papa was going to make next?"
He thought his mom was melting some glue for a woodworking project and was eager to find out "what dad was going to make next?"
"This is to be soup for your dinner, my child. Do you think these cakes look like glue?"
"This is going to be soup for your dinner, my child. Do you think these cakes look like glue?"
"Yes, indeed I do!" replied Franz, "and I should not much like to taste glue soup! don't you want some beef or mutton, mamma?"
"Yes, I really do!" replied Franz, "and I wouldn't be too keen on trying glue soup! Don't you want some beef or mutton, Mom?"
"Where can I get it, dear!" said she, "we are a long way from a butcher's shop! but these cakes are made of the juice of good meat, boiled till it becomes a strong, stiff jelly—people take them when they go to sea, because on a long voyage they can only have salt meat, which will not make nice soup."
"Where can I get it, dear!" she said, "We’re far from a butcher's shop! But these cakes are made from the juice of good meat, boiled down until it becomes a strong, thick jelly—people take them when they go to sea because on a long voyage they can only have salted meat, which doesn’t make a nice soup."
I was anxious to land the two casks which were floating alongside our boat, but on attempting to do so, I found that I could not get them up the bank on which we had landed, and was therefore obliged to look for a more convenient spot. As I did so, I was startled by hearing Jack shouting for help, as though in great danger. He was at some distance, and I hurried toward him with a hatchet in my hand. The little fellow stood screaming in a deep pool, and as I approached, I saw that a huge lobster had caught his leg in its powerful claw. Poor Jack was in a terrible fright; kick as he would, his enemy still clung on. I waded into the water, and seizing the lobster firmly by the back, managed to make it loosen its hold, and we brought it safe to land. Jack, having speedily recovered his spirits, and anxious to take such a prize to his mother, caught the lobster in both hands, but instantly received such a severe blow from its tail that he flung it down, and passionately hit the creature with a large stone. This display of temper vexed me. "You are acting in a very childish way, my son," said I; "never strike an enemy in a revengeful spirit." Once more lifting the lobster, Jack ran triumphantly toward the tent.
I was eager to get the two barrels floating next to our boat, but when I tried to pull them up the bank where we had landed, I realized I couldn’t do it and had to search for a better place. While I was doing that, I was startled to hear Jack yelling for help, as if he was in serious trouble. He was a bit far away, so I rushed towards him with a hatchet in my hand. The little guy was screaming in a deep pool, and as I got closer, I saw that a huge lobster had grabbed his leg with its strong claw. Poor Jack was terrified; no matter how much he kicked, the lobster wouldn't let go. I waded into the water, grabbed the lobster firmly by its back, and managed to make it release him, bringing it safely to shore. Jack quickly regained his confidence and, eager to show off his catch to his mother, grabbed the lobster in both hands, but immediately got hit hard by its tail and dropped it, then angrily smashed the creature with a big rock. I was annoyed by this display of temper. "You're acting very childish, my son," I said. "Never strike an enemy out of revenge." Once again, Jack picked up the lobster and ran proudly toward the tent.
"Mother, mother! a lobster, Ernest! look here, Franz! mind, he'll bite you! Where's Fritz?" All came crowding round Jack and his prize, wondering at its unusual size, and Ernest wanted his mother to make lobster soup directly, by adding it to what she was now boiling.
"Mom, Mom! Check out this lobster, Ernest! Look here, Franz! Watch out, it might bite you! Where's Fritz?" Everyone gathered around Jack and his catch, amazed by its huge size, and Ernest wanted his mom to make lobster soup right away by tossing it into the pot she was currently boiling.
She, however, begged to decline making any such experiment, and said she preferred cooking one dish at a time. Having remarked that the scene of Jack's adventure afforded a convenient place for getting my casks on shore, I returned thither and succeeded in drawing them up on the beach, where I set them on end, and for the present left them.
She, however, insisted that she didn't want to try any such experiment and said she preferred to cook one dish at a time. Noticing that the spot where Jack's adventure took place was a good place to get my barrels ashore, I went back there and managed to pull them up onto the beach, where I stood them up and left them for now.
"As to that," said Ernest, "I found something very good to eat, as well as Jack, only I could not get at them without wetting my feet."
"As for that," said Ernest, "I discovered something really good to eat, just like Jack did, but I couldn't reach it without getting my feet wet."
"Pooh!" cried Jack, "I know what he saw—nothing but some nasty mussels; I saw them too. Who wants to eat trash like that! Lobster for me!"
"Pooh!" shouted Jack, "I know what he saw—just some gross mussels; I saw them too. Who wants to eat trash like that! Lobster for me!"
"I believe them to be oysters, not mussels," returned Ernest calmly.
"I think they're oysters, not mussels," Ernest replied calmly.
"Be good enough, my philosophical young friend, to fetch a few specimens of these oysters in time for our next meal," said I; "we must all exert ourselves, Ernest, for the common good, and pray never let me hear you object to wetting your feet. See how quickly the sun has dried Jack and me."
"Be a good sport, my philosophical young friend, and grab a few of these oysters in time for our next meal," I said; "we all need to pull our weight, Ernest, for the common good, and please never let me hear you complain about getting your feet wet. Look how quickly the sun has dried Jack and me."
"I can bring some salt at the same time," said Ernest, "I remarked a good deal lying in the crevices of the rocks; it tasted very pure and good, and I concluded it was produced by the evaporation of sea water in the sun."
"I can bring some salt too," said Ernest. "I noticed a lot lying in the cracks of the rocks; it tasted really pure and good, and I figured it came from the evaporation of sea water in the sun."
"Extremely probable, learned sir," cried I; "but if you had brought a bagful of this good salt instead of merely speculating so profoundly on the subject, it would have been more to the purpose. Run and fetch some directly."
"Very likely, wise sir," I exclaimed; "but if you had brought a bag full of this good salt instead of just thinking so deeply about it, it would have been more useful. Go and get some right away."
It proved to be salt sure enough, although so impure that it seemed useless, till my wife dissolved and strained it, when it became fit to put in the soup.
It turned out to be definitely salt, though it was so impure that it seemed useless, until my wife dissolved and strained it, making it suitable for the soup.
"Why not use the sea water itself?" asked Jack.
"Why not use the seawater itself?" asked Jack.
"Because," said Ernest, "it is not only salt, but bitter too. Just try it."
"Because," said Ernest, "it's not just salty, but bitter as well. Just give it a try."
"Now," said my wife, tasting the soup with the stick with which she had been stirring it, "dinner is ready, but where can Fritz be?" she continued, a little anxiously.
"Now," said my wife, tasting the soup with the wooden spoon she had been stirring it with, "dinner is ready, but where could Fritz be?" she continued, a bit anxiously.
"Oh, for a few cocoanut shells!" sighed Ernest.
“Oh, for a couple of coconut shells!” sighed Ernest.
"Oh, for half a dozen plates and as many silver spoons!" rejoined I, smiling.
"Oh, for six plates and just as many silver spoons!" I replied with a smile.
"Really though, oyster-shells would do," said he, after a moment's thought.
"Actually, oyster shells would work," he said after thinking for a moment.
"True, that is an idea worth having! Off with you, my boys; get the oysters and clean out a few shells. What though our spoons have no handles, and we do burn our fingers a little in baling the soup out."
"You're right, that's a great idea! Go on, guys; get the oysters and clean out some shells. So what if our spoons don’t have handles and we burn our fingers a bit while scooping out the soup?"
Jack was away and up to his knees in the water, in a moment, detaching the oysters. Ernest followed more leisurely, and still unwilling to wet his feet, stood by the margin of the pool and gathered in his handkerchief the oysters his brother threw him; as he thus stood he picked up and pocketed a large mussel shell for his own use. As they returned with a good supply we heard a shout from Fritz in the distance; we returned it joyfully, and he presently appeared before us, his hands behind his back, and a look of disappointment upon his countenance.
Jack was off, standing in water up to his knees, and in no time, he was busy prying off the oysters. Ernest took his time, still reluctant to get his feet wet, so he stayed at the edge of the pool, catching the oysters that his brother tossed to him in his handkerchief. While he waited, he picked up a large mussel shell to keep for himself. When they came back with a good haul, we heard a shout from Fritz in the distance; we replied cheerfully, and he soon appeared in front of us with his hands behind his back, looking disappointed.
"Unsuccessful!" said he.
"Unsuccessful!" he said.
"Really!" I replied; "never mind, my boy, better luck next time."
"Really!" I replied. "Don't worry about it, kid; better luck next time."
"Oh, Fritz!" exclaimed his brothers, who had looked behind him, "a sucking-pig, a little sucking-pig. Where did you get it? How did you shoot it? Do let us see it!"
"Oh, Fritz!" exclaimed his brothers, who had looked behind him, "a piglet, a tiny piglet. Where did you get it? How did you catch it? Let us see it!"
Fritz then with sparkling eyes exhibited his prize.
Fritz then showed off his prize with sparkling eyes.
"I am glad to see the results of your prowess, my boy," said I; "but I cannot approve of deceit, even as a joke; stick to the truth in jest and earnest."
"I’m happy to see how skilled you are, my boy," I said; "but I can’t condone dishonesty, even as a joke; stick to the truth, whether you’re joking or being serious."
Fritz then told us how he had been to the other side of the stream. "So different from this," he said; "it is really a beautiful country, and the shore, which runs down to the sea in a gentle slope, is covered with all sorts of useful things from the wreck. Do let us go and collect them. And, father, why should we not return to the wreck and bring off some of the animals? Just think of what value the cow would be to us, and what a pity it would be to lose her! Let us get her on shore, and we will move over the stream, where she will have good pasturage, and we shall be in the shade instead of on this desert, and father, I do wish——"
Fritz then told us how he had been to the other side of the stream. "It's so different from this," he said. "It's really a beautiful place, and the shore, which gently slopes down to the sea, is covered with all kinds of useful things from the wreck. Let's go and collect them! And, Dad, why shouldn't we go back to the wreck and bring some of the animals? Just think about how valuable the cow would be to us, and what a shame it would be to lose her! Let's get her on shore, and we can move over the stream, where she'll have plenty of good grass, and we'll be in the shade instead of out in this wasteland. And, Dad, I really wish—"
"Stop, stop, my boy!" cried I. "All will be done in good time. To-morrow and the day after will bring work of their own. And tell me, did you see no traces of our shipmates?"
"Wait, wait, my boy!" I shouted. "Everything will happen in its own time. Tomorrow and the day after will bring their own tasks. And tell me, did you see any signs of our shipmates?"
"Not a sign of them, either on land or sea, living or dead," he replied.
"There's no sign of them anywhere, on land or at sea, alive or dead," he replied.
"But the sucking-pig," said Jack, "where did you get it?"
"But the piglet," said Jack, "where did you get it?"
"It was one of several," said Fritz, "which I found on the shore; most curious animals they are; they hopped rather than walked, and every now and then would squat down on their legs and rub their snouts with their fore-paws. Had not I been afraid of losing them all, I would have tried to catch one alive, they seemed so tame."
"It was one of several," said Fritz, "that I found on the shore; they're really interesting animals; they hopped instead of walked, and every now and then would sit down on their legs and rub their noses with their front paws. If I hadn't been worried about losing them all, I would have tried to catch one alive; they seemed so friendly."
Meanwhile Ernest had been carefully examining the animal in question.
Meanwhile, Ernest had been closely studying the animal in question.
"This is no pig," he said; "and except for its bristly skin, does not look like one. See, its teeth are not like those of a pig, but rather those of a squirrel. In fact," he continued, looking at Fritz, "your sucking-pig is an agouti."
"This isn't a pig," he said. "And apart from its bristly skin, it doesn't really look like one. Look, its teeth aren't like a pig's, but more like a squirrel's. Actually," he continued, glancing at Fritz, "your sucking-pig is an agouti."
"Dear me," said Fritz; "listen to the great professor lecturing! He is going to prove that a pig is not a pig!"
"Wow," said Fritz, "listen to the great professor giving a lecture! He’s about to prove that a pig isn’t actually a pig!"
"You need not be so quick to laugh at your brother," said I, in my turn; "he is quite right. I, too, know the agouti by descriptions and pictures, and there is little doubt that this is a specimen. The little animal is a native of North America, where it makes its nest under the roots of trees, and lives upon fruit. But, Ernest, the agouti not only looks something like a pig, but most decidedly grunts like a porker."
"You don't need to laugh at your brother so quickly," I replied. "He's actually right. I also know about the agouti from descriptions and pictures, and there's little doubt that this is one. This little animal is native to North America, where it makes its nest under tree roots and feeds on fruit. But, Ernest, the agouti not only looks a bit like a pig, it definitely grunts like one too."
While we were thus talking, Jack had been vainly endeavoring to open an oyster with his large knife. "Here is a simpler way," said I, placing an oyster on the fire; it immediately opened. "Now," I continued, "who will try this delicacy?" All at first hesitated to partake of them, so unattractive did they appear. Jack, however, tightly closing his eyes and making a face as though about to take medicine, gulped one down. We followed his example, one after the other, each doing so rather to provide himself with a spoon than with any hope of cultivating a taste for oysters.
While we were talking, Jack had been unsuccessfully trying to open an oyster with his large knife. "Here's a simpler way," I said, placing an oyster on the fire; it opened right away. "Now," I continued, "who wants to try this delicacy?" At first, everyone hesitated to eat them because they looked so unappetizing. Jack, however, shut his eyes tight and made a face like he was about to take medicine, then swallowed one. We followed his lead, one after the other, each doing it more to get a spoon than with any hope of actually liking oysters.
Our spoons were now ready, and gathering round the pot we dipped them in, not, however, without sundry scalded fingers. Ernest then drew from his pocket the large shell he had procured for his own use, and scooping up a good quantity of soup he put it down to cool, smiling at his own foresight.
Our spoons were ready, and we gathered around the pot to dip them in, though not without a few burned fingers. Ernest then pulled out the large shell he had gotten for himself and scooped up a good amount of soup, setting it down to cool while smiling at his own cleverness.
"Prudence should be exercised for others," I remarked; "your cool soup will do capitally for the dogs, my boy; take it to them, and then come and eat like the rest of us."
"Be considerate of others," I said; "your cold soup will be perfect for the dogs, my boy; take it to them, and then come back and eat with the rest of us."
Ernest winced at this, but silently taking up his shell he placed it on the ground before the hungry dogs, who lapped up its contents in a moment; he then returned, and we all went merrily on with our dinner. While we were thus busily employed, we suddenly discovered that our dogs, not satisfied with their mouthful of soup, had espied the agouti, and were rapidly devouring it. Fritz, seizing his gun, flew to rescue it from their hungry jaws, and before I could prevent him, struck one of them with such force that his gun was bent. The poor beasts ran off howling, followed by a shower of stones from Fritz, who shouted and yelled at them so fiercely that his mother was actually terrified. I followed him, and as soon as he would listen to me, represented to him how despicable, as well as wicked, was such an outbreak, of temper: "for," said I, "you have hurt, if not actually wounded, the dogs; you have distressed and terrified your mother, and spoiled your gun."
Ernest flinched at this, but quietly picking up his shell, he set it on the ground in front of the hungry dogs, who quickly gobbled up its contents. He then came back, and we all happily continued with our dinner. While we were busy eating, we suddenly realized that our dogs, not satisfied with their mouthful of soup, had spotted the agouti and were quickly devouring it. Fritz, grabbing his gun, rushed to save it from their hungry jaws, and before I could stop him, he hit one of them so hard that his gun got bent. The poor animals ran off howling, chased by a shower of stones from Fritz, who shouted at them so fiercely that his mother was actually frightened. I followed him, and as soon as he would listen, I pointed out how shameful and wrong it was to lose his temper like that: "because," I said, "you've hurt, if not injured, the dogs; you've upset and scared your mother, and you’ve damaged your gun."
By this time the sun was sinking beneath the horizon, and the poultry, which had been straying to some little distance, gathered round us, and began to pick up the crumbs of biscuit which had fallen during our repast. My wife hereupon drew from her mysterious bag some handfuls of oats, peas, and other grain, and with them began to feed the poultry. She at the same time showed me several other seeds of various vegetables. "That was indeed thoughtful," said I; "but pray be careful of what will be of such value to us; we can bring plenty of damaged biscuits from the wreck, which, though of no use as food for us, will suit the fowls very well indeed."
By this time, the sun was setting below the horizon, and the chickens, which had wandered off a bit, came back to us and started pecking at the crumbs of biscuit that had fallen during our meal. My wife then pulled out some handfuls of oats, peas, and other grains from her mysterious bag and began to feed the chickens. At the same time, she showed me several other seeds of different vegetables. "That was really thoughtful," I said; "but please be careful with what will be so valuable to us; we can bring plenty of damaged biscuits from the wreck, which, although not suitable for us to eat, will be just fine for the birds."
The pigeons now flew up to crevices in the rocks, the fowls perched themselves on our tent pole, and the ducks and geese waddled off, cackling and quacking, to the marshy margin of the river. We, too, were ready for repose, and having loaded our guns, and offered up our prayers to God, thanking Him for His many mercies to us, we commended ourselves to His protecting care, and as the last ray of light departed, closed our tent and lay down to rest.
The pigeons flew up to the cracks in the rocks, the chickens settled on our tent pole, and the ducks and geese waddled off, cackling and quacking, to the muddy edge of the river. We were also ready to relax, and after loading our guns and saying our prayers to God, thanking Him for His many blessings, we entrusted ourselves to His protection. As the last light faded, we closed our tent and lay down to rest.
The children remarked the suddenness of nightfall, for indeed there had been little or no twilight. This convinced me that we must be not far from the equator, for twilight results from the refraction of the sun's rays: the more obliquely these rays fall, the farther does the partial light extend; while the more perpendicularly they strike the earth, the longer do they continue their undiminished force, until, when the sun sinks, they totally disappear, thus producing sudden darkness.
The kids noticed how quickly night came on, as there was hardly any twilight. This made me realize we were probably close to the equator, since twilight happens because of the refraction of the sun's rays: when these rays hit the Earth at an angle, they spread out the light longer; but when they hit straight on, they keep their full intensity for a shorter time, and when the sun sets, they vanish completely, causing instant darkness.
CHAPTER 2.
A morning meeting—Breakfast—Setting out on an expedition—Crossing the stream and walking through the grass—An unexpected reinforcement—Searching in vain for our friends—Taking a break by a stream—Fritz discovers a "round bird's nest"—The natural history of a coconut—Calabash trees—Using gourds—How to make a bottle—A beautiful but lonely scene—Sugar canes—Monkeys being helpful—Coconut milk turned into champagne—Turk kills an unfortunate mother monkey—Bringing the orphan home—Showing off our treasures—A lavish supper—Ernest's penguin—Champagne turned to vinegar—A struggle with jackals—An interesting lookout—A visit to the wreck—We prepare our craft—Load up a cargo—Sleep on board—Floats for our herd—We set sail—Encounter a shark—Reach land—Share our adventures.
We should have been badly off without the shelter of our tent, for the night proved as cold as the day had been hot, but we managed to sleep comfortably, every one being thoroughly fatigued by the labors of the day. The voice of our vigilant cock, which, as he loudly saluted the rising moon, was the last sound I heard at night, roused me at daybreak, and I then awoke my wife, that in the quiet interval while yet our children slept, we might take counsel together on our situation and prospects. It was plain to both of us that, in the first place, we should ascertain if possible the fate of our late companions, and then examine into the nature and resources of the country on which we were stranded.
We would have been in tough shape without our tent to keep us sheltered, since the night turned out to be as cold as the day had been hot. However, we managed to sleep well, as everyone was completely worn out from the day's work. The voice of our alert rooster, which greeted the rising moon with a loud call, was the last sound I heard before falling asleep. It woke me at dawn, and I then woke my wife so that, during the quiet time while our kids were still asleep, we could discuss our situation and future. It was clear to both of us that, first, we needed to find out what happened to our former companions, and then we needed to look into the nature and resources of the land where we had ended up.
We therefore came to the resolution that, as soon as we had breakfasted, Fritz and I should start on an expedition with these objects in view, while my wife remained near our landing-place with the three younger boys.
We decided that as soon as we finished breakfast, Fritz and I would go on an expedition with these goals in mind, while my wife stayed near our landing spot with the three younger boys.
"As to that," said she smiling, "we can but set on the pot, and boil some more soup!"
"As for that," she said with a smile, "all we can do is put the pot on and make some more soup!"
"Why, you forget Jack's fine lobster!" replied I. "What has become of it, Jack?"
"Hey, you forgot about Jack's great lobster!" I said. "What happened to it, Jack?"
"It has been safe in this hole in the rock all night, father. You see, I thought, as the dogs seem to like good things, they might take a fancy to that, as well as to the agouti."
"It’s been safe in this rock cave all night, Dad. You see, I thought that since the dogs seem to enjoy good food, they might also like that, along with the agouti."
"A very sensible precaution," remarked I. "I believe even my heedless Jack will learn wisdom in time. It is well the lobster is so large, for we shall want to take part with us on our excursion to-day."
"A very smart precaution," I commented. "I think even my careless Jack will gain some wisdom eventually. It’s good that the lobster is so big, because we’ll need to bring some with us on our outing today."
At the mention of an excursion, the four children were wild with delight, and capering around me, clapped their hands for joy.
At the mention of a trip, the four kids were over the moon with excitement, and dancing around me, they clapped their hands in joy.
"Steady there, steady!" said I, "you cannot expect all to go. Such an expedition as this would be too dangerous and fatiguing for you younger ones. Fritz and I will go alone this time, with one of the dogs, leaving the other to defend you."
"Hold on, hold on!" I said, "you can't expect everyone to come. This kind of trip would be too risky and tiring for you younger ones. Fritz and I will go by ourselves this time, with one of the dogs, while the other stays behind to protect you."
We then armed ourselves, each taking a gun and a game bag; Fritz in addition sticking a pair of pistols in his belt, and I a small hatchet in mine; breakfast being over, we stowed away the remainder of the lobster and some biscuits, with a flask of water, and were ready for a start.
We then got ourselves ready, each taking a gun and a game bag; Fritz also tucked a couple of pistols into his belt, and I put a small hatchet in mine. After finishing breakfast, we packed up the leftover lobster and some biscuits, along with a flask of water, and were set to go.
"Stop!" I exclaimed, "we have still left something very important undone."
"Stop!" I said, "we still have something really important to finish."
"Surely not," said Fritz.
"Definitely not," said Fritz.
"Yes," said I, "we have not yet joined in morning prayer. We are only too ready, amid the cares and pleasures of this life, to forget the God to whom we owe all things." Then having commended ourselves to his protecting care, I took leave of my wife and children, and bidding them not wander far from the boat and tent, we parted not without some anxiety on either side, for we knew not what might assail us in this unknown region.
"Yes," I said, "we haven't started our morning prayer yet. We're often too caught up in the worries and joys of life to remember the God to whom we owe everything." After asking for His protection, I said goodbye to my wife and kids, reminding them not to stray too far from the boat and tent. We parted with some worries on both sides, as we didn't know what dangers might be waiting for us in this unfamiliar place.
We now found that the banks of the stream were on both sides so rocky that we could get down to the stream by only one narrow passage, and there was no corresponding path on the other side. I was glad to see this, however, for I now knew that my wife and children were on a comparatively inaccessible spot, the other side of the tent being protected by steep and precipitous cliffs. Fritz and I pursued our way up the stream until we reached a point where the waters fell from a considerable height in a cascade, and where several large rocks lay half covered by the water; by means of these we succeeded in crossing the stream in safety. We thus had the sea on our left, and a long line of rocky heights, here and there adorned with clumps of trees, stretching away inland to the right. We had forced our way scarcely fifty yards through the long rank grass, which was here partly withered by the sun and much tangled, when we heard behind us a rustling, and on looking round saw the grass waving to and fro, as if some animal were passing through it. Fritz instantly turned and brought his gun to his shoulder, ready to fire the moment the beast should appear. I was much pleased with my son's coolness and presence of mind, for it showed me that I might thoroughly rely upon him on any future occasion when real danger might occur; this time, however, no savage beast rushed out, but our trusty dog Turk, whom in our anxiety at parting we had forgotten, and who had been sent after us, doubtless, by my thoughtful wife.
We discovered that the banks of the stream on both sides were so rocky that we could only access the water through one narrow passage, and there wasn't a path on the other side. I was actually relieved to see this because it meant that my wife and kids were in a relatively safe spot, with steep cliffs protecting the other side of the tent. Fritz and I continued upstream until we reached a place where the water cascaded down from a significant height, and where several large rocks were half-submerged. We managed to cross the stream safely using these rocks. To our left was the sea, and to our right, a long line of rocky heights, occasionally dotted with clusters of trees, stretched inland. We had pushed through barely fifty yards of tall, tangled grass, which was partly dried out by the sun, when we heard a rustling behind us. Looking back, we saw the grass moving as if some animal was moving through it. Fritz immediately turned and aimed his gun, ready to shoot as soon as the animal showed itself. I was really impressed by my son’s composure and quick thinking; it reassured me that I could count on him in any situation where real danger might arise. However, this time, it wasn't a wild beast that emerged, but our faithful dog Turk, whom we had forgotten in our worry when we parted ways, and who had undoubtedly been sent after us by my caring wife.
From this little incident, however, we saw how dangerous was our position, and how difficult escape would be should any fierce beast steal upon us unawares: we therefore hastened to make our way to the open seashore. Here the scene which presented itself was indeed delightful. A background of hills, the green waving grass, the pleasant groups of trees stretching here and there to the very water's edge, formed a lovely prospect. On the smooth sand we searched carefully for any trace of our hapless companions, but not the mark of a footstep could we find.
From this little incident, we realized how dangerous our situation was and how hard it would be to escape if any wild beast approached us unexpectedly. We quickly made our way to the open seashore. The view that greeted us was truly lovely. With hills in the background, lush green grass, and nice clusters of trees reaching down to the water's edge, it was a beautiful sight. On the smooth sand, we carefully searched for any signs of our unfortunate companions, but we couldn’t find a single footprint.
"Shall I fire a shot or two?" said Fritz; "that would bring our companions, if they are within hearing."
"Should I fire a shot or two?" said Fritz; "that would get our friends here if they can hear us."
"It would indeed," I said, "or any savages that may be here. No, no; let us search diligently, but as quietly as possible."
"It definitely would," I said, "or any wild people that might be around. No, no; let’s search thoroughly, but as quietly as we can."
"But why, father, should we trouble ourselves about them at all? They left us to shift for ourselves, and I for one don't care to set eyes on them again."
"But why, Dad, should we worry about them at all? They left us to fend for ourselves, and I, for one, don't want to see them again."
"You are wrong, my boy," said I. "In the first place, we should not return evil for evil; then, again, they might be of great assistance to us in building a house of some sort; and lastly, you must remember that they took nothing with them from the vessel, and may be perishing of hunger."
"You're mistaken, my boy," I said. "First of all, we shouldn't repay evil with evil; also, they could be really helpful to us in building a house of some kind; and finally, you have to remember that they didn’t take anything with them from the ship and might be starving."
Thus talking, we pushed on until we came to a pleasant grove which stretched down to the water's edge; here we halted to rest, seating ourselves under a large tree, by a rivulet which murmured and splashed along its pebbly bed into the great ocean before us. A thousand gayly-plumaged birds flew twittering above us, and Fritz and I gazed up at them.
So we chatted as we continued until we reached a nice grove that extended down to the water's edge; there we stopped to rest, sitting under a large tree by a little stream that softly murmured and splashed over its pebbly bed into the vast ocean ahead of us. A thousand brightly-colored birds flew chattering above us, and Fritz and I looked up at them.
My son suddenly started up.
My son suddenly got up.
"A monkey," he exclaimed; "I am nearly sure I saw a monkey."
"A monkey," he exclaimed, "I'm pretty sure I saw a monkey."
As he spoke he sprang round to the other side of the tree, and in doing so stumbled over a round substance, which he handed to me, remarking, as he did so, that it was a round bird's nest, of which he had often heard.
As he talked, he jumped to the other side of the tree and tripped over a round object. He handed it to me, saying that it was a round bird's nest he had heard about many times.
"You may have done so," said I, laughing, "but you need not necessarily conclude that every round hairy thing is a bird's nest; this, for instance, is not one, but a cocoanut."
"You might have done that," I said, laughing, "but you don't have to assume that every round, hairy thing is a bird's nest; this, for example, is not one, but a coconut."
We split open the nut, but, to our disgust, found the kernel dry and uneatable.
We cracked open the nut, but to our disappointment, found the inside dry and inedible.
"Hullo," cried Fritz, "I always thought a cocoanut was full of delicious sweet liquid, like almond milk."
"Helloo," shouted Fritz, "I always thought a coconut was full of delicious sweet liquid, like almond milk."
"So it is," I replied, "when young and fresh, but as it ripens the milk becomes congealed, and in course of time is solidified into a kernel. This kernel then dries as you see here, but when the nut falls on favorable soil, the germ within the kernel swells until it bursts through the shell, and, taking root, springs up a new tree."
"That's true," I said, "when it’s young and fresh, but as it matures, the milk thickens, and over time, it hardens into a kernel. This kernel then dries out like you see here, but when the nut lands in good soil, the germ inside the kernel expands until it breaks through the shell, and, taking root, grows into a new tree."
"I do not understand," said Fritz, "how the little germ manages to get through this great thick shell, which is not like an almond or hazel nutshell, that is divided down the middle already."
"I don't get it," said Fritz, "how the tiny germ can get through this huge thick shell, which isn't like an almond or hazelnut shell that's already split in half."
"Nature provides for all things," I answered, taking up the pieces. "Look here, do you see these three round holes near the stalk? it is through them that the germ obtains egress. Now let us find a good nut if we can."
"Nature takes care of everything," I replied, picking up the pieces. "Look here, do you see these three round holes near the stem? It's through these that the seed gets out. Now let's see if we can find a good nut."
As cocoanuts must be over-ripe before they fall naturally from the tree, it was not without difficulty that we obtained one in which the kernel was not dried up. When we succeeded, however, we were so refreshed by the fruit that we could defer the repast we called our dinner until later in the day, and so spare our stock of provisions.
As coconuts need to be overripe before they naturally fall from the tree, it wasn't easy to find one with a moist kernel. However, when we finally succeeded, we felt so refreshed by the fruit that we decided to postpone the meal we called dinner until later in the day, saving our supply of provisions.
Continuing our way through a thicket, and which was so densely overgrown with lianas that we had to clear a passage with our hatchets, we again emerged on the seashore beyond, and found an open view, the forest sweeping inland, while on the space before us stood at intervals single trees of remarkable appearance.
Continuing through a dense thicket that was so overgrown with vines that we had to chop our way through with our hatchets, we finally made it to the seashore and found an open view. The forest stretched back inland, while a few striking individual trees stood at intervals in front of us.
These at once attracted Fritz's observant eye, and he pointed, to them, exclaiming,
These immediately caught Fritz's sharp eye, and he pointed to them, saying,
"Oh, what absurd-looking trees, father! See what strange bumps there are on the trunks."
"Oh, what weird-looking trees, Dad! Check out those strange bumps on the trunks."
We approached to examine them, and I recognized them as calabash trees, the fruit of which grows in this curious way on the stems, and is a species of gourd, from the hard rind of which bowls, spoons, and bottles can be made. "The savages," I remarked, "are said to form these things most ingeniously, using them to contain liquids: indeed, they actually cook food in them."
We walked over to check them out, and I recognized them as calabash trees, the fruit of which grows in this unusual way on the stems. It's a type of gourd, and you can make bowls, spoons, and bottles from its hard rind. "I've heard that the locals are really clever at making these things and use them to hold liquids; in fact, they even cook food in them."
"I did not say it was set on the fire at all. When the gourd has been divided in two, and the shell or rind emptied of its contents, it was filled with water, into which the fish, or whatever is to be cooked, is put; red hot stones are added until the water boils; the food becomes fit to eat, and the gourd-rind remains uninjured."
"I never said it was burned at all. When the gourd is split in half and the inside is emptied out, it's filled with water, and the fish, or whatever needs to be cooked, is put in; hot rocks are added until the water boils; the food is ready to eat, and the gourd rind stays intact."
"That is a very clever plan: very simple too. I daresay I should have hit on it, if I had tried," said Fritz.
"That's a really smart plan: it's pretty simple too. I bet I would have figured it out if I had thought about it," said Fritz.
"The friends of Columbus thought it very easy to make an egg stand upon its end when he had shown them how to do it. But now suppose we prepare some of these calabashes, that they may be ready for use when we take them home."
"The friends of Columbus thought it was super easy to make an egg stand on its end once he showed them how. But now, let’s get some of these calabashes ready so we can use them when we get home."
Fritz instantly took up one of the gourds, and tried to split it equally with his knife, but in vain: the blade slipped, and the calabash was cut jaggedly. "What a nuisance!" said Fritz, flinging it down, "the thing is spoiled; and yet it seemed so simple to divide it properly."
Fritz immediately grabbed one of the gourds and tried to cut it in half with his knife, but it didn’t work: the blade slipped, and the gourd ended up jagged. "What a hassle!" Fritz exclaimed, dropping it, "Now it’s ruined; it looked so easy to split it right."
"Stay," said I; "you are too impatient, those pieces are not useless. Do you try to fashion from them a spoon or two while I provide a dish."
"Wait," I said; "you're being too impatient. Those pieces aren’t worthless. Why don’t you try to make a spoon or two while I get a bowl ready?"
I then took from my pocket a piece of string, which I tied tightly round a gourd, as near one end of it as I could; then tapping the string with the back of my knife, it penetrated the outer shell. When this was accomplished, I tied the string yet tighter; and drawing the ends with all my might, the gourd fell, divided exactly as I wished.
I then took a piece of string from my pocket and tied it tightly around a gourd, as close to one end as I could. Then, I tapped the string with the back of my knife, and it broke through the outer shell. Once that was done, I tied the string even tighter, and pulling the ends with all my strength, the gourd fell apart just how I wanted.
"That is clever!" cried Fritz. "What in the world put that plan into your head?"
"That's clever!" exclaimed Fritz. "What on earth made you think of that plan?"
"It is a plan," I replied, "which the negroes adopt, as I have learned from reading books of travel."
"It’s a plan," I replied, "that Black people use, as I’ve learned from reading travel books."
"Well, it certainly makes a capital soup-tureen, and a soup-plate too," said Fritz, examining the gourd. "But supposing you had wanted to make a bottle, how would you have set to work?"
"Well, it definitely makes a great soup pot and a soup bowl too," said Fritz, looking at the gourd. "But if you wanted to make a bottle, how would you have gone about it?"
"It would be an easier operation than this, if possible. All that is necessary is to cut a round hole at one end, then to scoop out the interior, and to drop in several shot or stones; when these are shaken, any remaining portions of the fruit are detached, and the gourd is thoroughly cleaned, and the bottle completed."
"That would not make a very convenient bottle though, father; it would be more like a barrel."
"That wouldn't make a very practical bottle, though, dad; it would be more like a barrel."
"True, my boy; if you want a more shapely vessel, you must take it in hand when it is younger. To give it a neck, for instance, you must tie a bandage round the young gourd while it is still on the tree, and then all will swell but that part which you have checked."
"That's right, my boy; if you want a more attractive shape, you need to shape it when it’s younger. For example, if you want to give it a neck, you have to wrap a band around the young gourd while it's still growing on the tree, and then everything will expand except the part that you've restricted."
As I spoke, I filled the gourds with sand, and left them to dry; marking the spot that we might return for them on our way back.
As I talked, I filled the gourds with sand and set them aside to dry, marking the spot so we could come back for them later.
For three hours or more we pushed forward, keeping a sharp lookout on either side for any trace of our companions, till we reached a bold promontory, stretching some way into the sea, from whose rocky summit I knew that we should obtain a good and comprehensive view of the surrounding country. With little difficulty we reached the top, but the most careful survey of the beautiful landscape failed to show us the slightest sign or trace of human beings. Before us stretched a wide and lovely bay, fringed with yellow sands, either side extending into the distance, and almost lost to view in two shadowy promontories; inclosed by these two arms lay a sheet of rippling water, which reflected in its depths the glorious sun above. The scene inland was no less beautiful; and yet Fritz and I both felt a shade of loneliness stealing over us as we gazed on its utter solitude.
For over three hours, we pressed on, keeping a sharp lookout on both sides for any sign of our friends, until we reached a bold promontory that jutted out into the sea. From its rocky peak, I knew we would get a great view of the surrounding area. It was easy to reach the top, but despite our careful examination of the stunning landscape, we found not a single trace of people. Before us lay a wide, beautiful bay, bordered by yellow sands that extended into the distance and almost disappeared behind two shadowy promontories. Nestled between these two arms was a sheet of shimmering water that reflected the brilliant sun above. The view inland was equally beautiful; still, Fritz and I both sensed a hint of loneliness creeping in as we took in the complete solitude.
"Cheer up, Fritz, my boy," said I presently. "Remember that we chose a settler's life long ago, before we left our own dear country; we certainly did not expect to be so entirely alone—but what matters a few people, more or less? With God's help, let us endeavor to live here contentedly, thankful that we were not cast upon some bare and inhospitable island. But come, the heat here is getting unbearable; let us find some shady place before we are completely broiled away."
"Cheer up, Fritz, my boy," I said after a moment. "Remember that we chose the life of settlers long ago, before we left our beloved homeland; we definitely didn’t expect to be so completely alone—but what does it matter if there are a few more or fewer people? With God’s help, let’s try to live here happily, grateful that we weren’t stranded on some barren and unwelcoming island. But come on, it’s getting really hot here; let’s find some shade before we completely roast."
We descended the hill and made for a clump of palm trees, which we saw at a little distance. To reach this, we had to pass through a dense thicket of reeds, no pleasant or easy task; for, besides the difficulty of forcing our way through, I feared at every step that we might tread on some venomous snake. Sending Turk in advance, I cut one of the reeds, thinking it would be a more useful weapon against a reptile than my gun. I had carried it but a little way, when I noticed a thick juice exuding from one end. I tasted it, and to my delight found it sweet and pleasant. I at once knew that I was standing amongst sugar-canes. Wishing Fritz to make the same discovery, I advised him to cut a cane for his defense; he did so, and as he beat the ground before him, the reed split, and his hand was covered with the juice. He carefully touched the cane with the tip of his tongue, then, finding the juice sweet, he did so again with less hesitation; and a moment afterward sprang back to me exclaiming:
We went down the hill toward a group of palm trees we spotted in the distance. To get there, we had to push through a thick patch of reeds, which was neither enjoyable nor easy; besides the struggle of getting through, I worried that we might step on a venomous snake at any moment. I sent Turk ahead and cut one of the reeds, thinking it would be a better weapon against a snake than my gun. I hadn’t gone far when I noticed a thick juice dripping from one end. I tasted it and was pleased to find it sweet and enjoyable. I immediately realized I was standing among sugar canes. Wanting Fritz to discover this too, I suggested he cut a cane for himself; he did, and as he swung it down to clear his path, the reed split, covering his hand in the juice. He cautiously touched the cane with the tip of his tongue, then finding the juice sweet, he tasted it again with less hesitation. Moments later, he jumped back to me, exclaiming:
"Oh, father, sugar-canes! sugar-canes! Taste it. Oh, how delicious, how delightful! do let us take a lot home to mother," he continued, sucking eagerly at the cane.
"Oh, Dad, sugar canes! Sugar canes! Try it. Oh, it’s so delicious, so wonderful! Let’s take a bunch home for Mom," he said, eagerly sucking on the cane.
"Gently there," said I, "take breath a moment, moderation in all things, remember. Cut some to take home if you like, only don't take more than you can conveniently carry."
"Gently there," I said, "take a moment to breathe, remember moderation in everything. Feel free to cut some to take home, just don't take more than you can comfortably carry."
In spite of my warning, my son cut a dozen or more of the largest canes, and stripping them of their leaves, carried them under his arm. We then pushed through the cane-brake, and reached the clump of palms for which we had been making; as we entered it a troop of monkeys, who had been disporting themselves on the ground, sprang up, chattering and grimacing, and before we could clearly distinguish them were at the very top of the trees.
In spite of my warning, my son cut down a dozen or more of the largest canes, removing their leaves and carrying them under his arm. We then pushed through the thicket of canes and reached the cluster of palms we had been aiming for; as we entered, a group of monkeys that had been playing on the ground jumped up, chattering and making faces, and before we could see them clearly, they were already at the tops of the trees.
"Stay," cried I, "never take the life of any animal needlessly. A live monkey up in that tree is of more use to us than a dozen dead ones at our feet, as I will show you."
"Wait," I shouted, "never kill any animal without a reason. A live monkey in that tree is much more useful to us than a dozen dead ones at our feet, as I will demonstrate."
Saying this, I gathered a handful of small stones, and threw them up toward the apes. The stones did not go near them, but influenced by their instinctive mania for imitation, they instantly seized all the cocoanuts within their reach, and sent a perfect hail of them down upon us.
Saying this, I picked up a handful of small stones and threw them up toward the apes. The stones didn't come close to them, but driven by their natural urge to imitate, they immediately grabbed all the coconuts within reach and launched a perfect hail of them down on us.
Fritz was delighted with my stratagem, and rushing forward picked up some of the finest of the nuts. We drank the milk they contained, drawing it through the holes, which I pierced, and then, splitting the nuts open with the hatchet, ate the cream which lined their shells. After this delicious meal, we thoroughly despised the lobster we had been carrying, and threw it to Turk, who ate it gratefully; but far from being satisfied, the poor beast began to gnaw the ends of the sugar-canes, and to beg for cocoanut. I slung a couple of the nuts over my shoulder, fastening them together by their stalks, and Fritz having resumed his burden, we began our homeward march.
Fritz was thrilled with my plan and rushed forward to grab some of the best nuts. We drank the milk inside by sucking it through the holes I made, and then, using the hatchet, we split the nuts open and enjoyed the creamy insides. After this tasty meal, we completely turned our noses up at the lobster we had been carrying and tossed it to Turk, who gratefully devoured it. However, not satisfied, the poor animal started gnawing on the ends of the sugar canes and begged for coconut. I slung a couple of the nuts over my shoulder, tying them together by their stalks, and after Fritz picked up his load again, we started our way back home.
I soon discovered that Fritz found the weight of his canes considerably more than he expected: he shifted them from shoulder to shoulder, then for a while carried them under his arm, and finally stopped short with a sigh. "I had no idea," he said, "that a few reeds would be so heavy."
I quickly realized that Fritz thought his canes were much heavier than he anticipated: he moved them from one shoulder to the other, then carried them under his arm for a bit, and finally stopped with a sigh. "I had no idea," he said, "that a few reeds could be so heavy."
"Never mind, my boy," I said, "patience and courage! Do you not remember the story of Æsop and his breadbasket, how heavy he found it when he started, and how light at the end of his journey? Let us each take a fresh staff, and then fasten the bundle crosswise with your gun."
"Don't worry, my boy," I said, "just have patience and courage! Don't you remember the story of Aesop and his breadbasket? He found it so heavy at the beginning, but it felt light by the end of his journey. Let's each grab a new stick, and then tie the bundle across with your gun."
We did so, and once more stepped forward. Fritz presently noticed that I from time to time sucked the end of my cane.
We did that and stepped forward again. Fritz soon noticed that I occasionally sucked on the end of my cane.
"Oh, come," said he, "that's a capital plan of yours, father, I'll do that too."
"Oh, come on," he said, "that's a great idea of yours, dad, I’ll do that too."
"Think a little," I replied, "you are quite as capable as I am of finding out the way, even if you do not know the real reason of your failure."
"Just think for a moment," I replied, "you're just as capable as I am of figuring out the way, even if you don't understand the actual reason for your failure."
"Oh, of course," said he, "it is like trying to suck marrow from a marrow-bone, without making a hole at the other end."
"Oh, of course," he said, "it’s like trying to suck marrow from a marrow bone without making a hole at the other end."
"Quite right," I said, "you form a vacuum in your mouth and the end of your tube, and expect the air to force down the liquid from the other end which it cannot possibly enter."
"Exactly," I said, "you create a vacuum in your mouth and at the end of your tube, and you expect the air to push the liquid down from the other end, which it can't possibly do."
Fritz was speedily perfect in the accomplishment of sucking sugar-cane, discovering by experience the necessity for a fresh cut at each joint or knot in the cane, through which the juice would not flow; he talked of the pleasure of initiating his brothers in the art, and of how Ernest would enjoy the cocoanut milk, with which he had filled his flask.
Fritz quickly became skilled at sucking sugar-cane, realizing from experience that he needed to make a fresh cut at each joint or knot in the cane for the juice to flow. He discussed the joy of teaching his brothers this skill and how much Ernest would love the coconut milk he had filled his flask with.
"My dear boy," said I, "you need not have added that to your load; the chances are it is vinegar by the time we get home. In the heat of the sun, it will ferment soon after being drawn from the nut."
"My dear boy," I said, "you didn’t need to add that to your burden; chances are it’ll be vinegar by the time we get home. In the heat of the sun, it will start to ferment soon after being taken from the nut."
"Vinegar! Oh, that would be a horrid bore! I must look directly, and see how it is getting on," cried Fritz, hastily swinging the flask from his shoulder, and tugging out the cork. With a loud "pop" the contents came forth, foaming like champagne.
"Vinegar! Oh, that would be so boring! I need to take a look and see how it’s doing," shouted Fritz, quickly taking the flask off his shoulder and pulling out the cork. With a loud "pop," the contents erupted, fizzing like champagne.
"There now!" said I, laughing as he tasted this new luxury, "you will have to exercise moderation again, friend Fritz! I daresay it is delicious, but it will go to your head, if you venture deep into your flask."
"There you go!" I said, laughing as he tried this new treat, "you'll have to practice moderation again, buddy Fritz! I must say it’s delicious, but it’ll get to your head if you dive too deep into your flask."
"My dear father, you cannot think how good it is! Do take some. Vinegar, indeed! This is like excellent wine."
"My dear father, you won't believe how good this is! Please, try some. Vinegar, really? This is more like amazing wine."
Just as we had passed through the grove in which we had breakfasted, Turk suddenly darted away from us and sprang furiously among a troop of monkeys, which were gamboling playfully on the turf at a little distance from the trees. They were taken by surprise completely, and the dog, now really ravenous from hunger, had seized and was fiercely tearing one to pieces before we could approach the spot.
Just as we walked through the grove where we had breakfast, Turk suddenly dashed away from us and jumped wildly into a group of monkeys that were playfully frolicking on the grass a short distance from the trees. The monkeys were completely caught off guard, and the dog, now truly starving, had grabbed one and was viciously ripping it apart before we could get there.
His luckless victim was the mother of a tiny little monkey, which, being on her back when the dog flew at her, hindered her flight. The little creature attempted to hide among the grass, and in trembling fear watched its mother. On perceiving Turk's bloodthirsty design, Fritz had eagerly rushed to the rescue, flinging away all he was carrying, and losing his hat in his haste. All to no purpose as far as the poor mother ape was concerned, and a laughable scene ensued, for no sooner did the young monkey catch sight of him, than at one bound it was on his shoulders, and, holding fast by his thick curly hair, it firmly kept its seat in spite of all he could do to dislodge it. He screamed and plunged about as he endeavored to shake or pull the creature off, but all in vain; it only clung the closer to his neck, making the most absurd grimaces.
His unfortunate victim was the mother of a tiny monkey, which was on her back when the dog lunged at her, preventing her from escaping. The little creature tried to hide in the grass and watched its mother with trembling fear. When Fritz noticed Turk's deadly intent, he quickly rushed to help, dropping everything he was carrying and even losing his hat in the process. Unfortunately, this was all for nothing as far as the poor mother ape was concerned, and a ridiculous scene followed. As soon as the young monkey saw him, it leaped onto his shoulders, gripping his thick curly hair and staying put despite all his efforts to shake it off. He yelled and jumped around trying to get the creature off, but it only held on tighter to his neck, making the silliest faces.
I laughed so much at this ridiculous scene, that I could scarcely assist my terrified boy out of his awkward predicament.
I laughed so hard at this ridiculous scene that I could barely help my panicked son out of his awkward situation.
At last, by coaxing the monkey, offering it a bit of biscuit; and gradually disentangling its small sinewy paws from the curls it grasped so tightly, I managed to relieve poor Fritz, who then looked with interest at the baby ape, no bigger than a kitten, as it lay in my arms.
At last, by gently persuading the monkey and offering it a piece of biscuit, I slowly untangled its small, strong paws from the curls it held so tightly. I was able to free poor Fritz, who then looked curiously at the baby ape, no larger than a kitten, as it rested in my arms.
"What a jolly little fellow it is!" exclaimed he, "do let me try to rear it, father. I daresay cocoanut milk would do until we can bring the cow and the goats from the wreck. If he lives he might be useful to us. I believe monkeys instinctively know what fruits are wholesome and what are poisonous."
"Well," said I, "let the little orphan be yours. You bravely and kindly exerted yourself to save the mother's life; now you must train her child carefully, for unless you do so its natural instinct will prove mischievous instead of useful to us."
"Well," I said, "let the little orphan be yours. You courageously and kindly worked hard to save the mother's life; now you need to raise her child carefully, because if you don't, its natural instincts will end up being more trouble than helpful to us."
Turk was meanwhile devouring with great satisfaction the little animal's unfortunate mother. I could not grudge it him, and continued hunger might have made him dangerous to ourselves. We did not think it necessary to wait until he had dined, so we prepared to resume our march.
Turk was happily feasting on the unfortunate mother of the little animal. I couldn't hold it against him, and if he got too hungry, he might have become a threat to us. We didn't think it was necessary to wait for him to finish eating, so we got ready to continue our march.
The tiny ape seated itself in the coolest way imaginable on Fritz's shoulder, I helped to carry his canes, and we were on some distance before Turk overtook us, looking uncommonly well pleased, and licking his chops as though recalling the memory of his feast.
The little ape settled comfortably on Fritz's shoulder. I helped carry his canes, and we had gone some distance before Turk caught up with us, looking exceptionally pleased and licking his lips as if he were reminiscing about his meal.
He took no notice of the monkey, but it was very uneasy at sight of him, and scrambled down into Fritz's arms, which was so inconvenient to him that he devised a plan to relieve himself of his burden. Calling Turk, and seriously enjoining obedience, he seated the monkey on his back, securing it there with a cord, and then putting a second string round the dog's neck that he might lead him, he put a loop of the knot into the comical rider's hand, saying gravely: "Having slain the parent, Mr. Turk, you will please to carry the son."
He ignored the monkey, but the monkey was really uncomfortable seeing him and scrambled down into Fritz's arms, which was so awkward for him that he came up with a plan to lighten his load. He called Turk and firmly insisted on obedience, then sat the monkey on his back, tying it there with a cord. Next, he put a second string around the dog's neck so he could lead him, handing a loop of the knot to the funny little passenger and saying seriously, "Since you've taken out the parent, Mr. Turk, you’ll kindly carry the child."
At first this arrangement mightily displeased them both, but by and by they yielded to it quietly; the monkey especially amused by riding along with the air of a person perfectly at his ease.
At first, this setup really upset both of them, but eventually, they accepted it calmly; the monkey, in particular, found it amusing to ride along as if he were perfectly relaxed.
"We look just like a couple of mountebanks on their way to a fair with animals to exhibit," said I. "What an outcry the children will make when we appear!"
"We look just like a couple of con artists heading to a fair with animals to show off," I said. "The kids are going to make such a scene when we show up!"
My son inquired to what species of the monkey tribe I thought his protégé belonged, which led to a good deal of talk on the subject, and conversation beguiling the way, we found ourselves ere long on the rocky margin of the stream and close to the rest of our party.
My son asked what type of monkey I thought his protégé belonged to, which sparked a lot of discussion on the topic. As we chatted in a fun way, we soon found ourselves on the rocky edge of the stream, close to the rest of our group.
Juno was the first to be aware of our approach, and gave notice of it by loud barking, to which Turk replied with such hearty good will, that his little rider, terrified at the noise his steed was making, slipped from under the cord and fled to his refuge on Fritz's shoulder, where he regained his composure and settled himself comfortably.
Juno was the first to notice us coming and barked loudly to alert everyone. Turk responded with such enthusiasm that his little rider, scared by the noise his horse was making, slid out from under the cord and ran to his safe spot on Fritz's shoulder, where he calmed down and got comfortable again.
Turk, who by this time knew where he was, finding himself free dashed forward to rejoin his friends, and announce our coming.
Turk, who by this point knew where he was, quickly ran forward to reunite with his friends and let them know we were coming.
One after another our dear ones came running to the opposite bank, testifying in various ways their delight at our return, and hastening up on their side of the river, as we on ours, to the ford at which we had crossed in the morning. We were quickly on the other side, and, full of joy and affection, our happy party was once more united.
One by one, our loved ones came rushing to the other side of the river, showing their happiness about our return in different ways. They hurried up their side of the river just like we did on ours, to the spot where we had crossed in the morning. We quickly reached the other side, and filled with joy and love, our happy group was together again.
The boys suddenly perceiving the little animal which was clinging close to their brother, in alarm at the tumult of voices, shouted in ecstasy:
The boys suddenly saw the little animal that was clinging tightly to their brother, scared by the noisy crowd, and they shouted joyfully:
"A monkey! a monkey! oh, how splendid! Where did Fritz find him? What may we give him to eat? Oh, what a bundle of sticks! Look at those curious, great nuts father has got!"
"A monkey! A monkey! Oh, how amazing! Where did Fritz find him? What can we feed him? Oh, what a bunch of sticks! Look at those huge, interesting nuts Dad has!"
We could neither check this confused torrent of questions, nor get in a word in answer to them.
We couldn't stop this confusing flood of questions, nor could we manage to get a word in to answer them.
At length, when the excitement subsided a little, I was able to say a few words with a chance of being listened to. "I am truly thankful to see you all safe and well, and, thank God, our expedition has been very satisfactory, except that we have entirely failed to discover any trace of our shipmates."
At last, when the excitement died down a bit, I had a chance to say a few words that might be heard. "I'm really thankful to see all of you safe and sound, and, thank God, our mission has gone quite well, except that we completely failed to find any sign of our shipmates."
"If it be the will of God," said my wife, "to leave us alone on this solitary place, let us be content; and rejoice that we are all together in safety."
“If it’s God’s will,” my wife said, “to leave us here in this lonely place, let’s accept it and be grateful that we’re all safe together.”
Jack shouldered my gun, Ernest took the cocoanuts, and little Franz carried the gourds; Fritz distributed the sugar-canes amongst his brothers, and handing Ernest his gun replaced the monkey on Turk's back. Ernest soon found the burden with which Fritz had laden him too heavy for his taste. His mother perceiving this, offered to relieve him of part of the load. He gave up willingly the cocoanuts, but no sooner had he done so than his elder brother exclaimed:
Jack shouldered my gun, Ernest took the coconuts, and little Franz carried the gourds; Fritz distributed the sugar canes among his brothers and, handing Ernest his gun, put the monkey back on Turk's back. Ernest soon realized the load Fritz had given him was too heavy for him. His mother noticed this and offered to help him with some of the weight. He willingly gave up the coconuts, but as soon as he did, his older brother exclaimed:
"Hullo, Ernest, you surely do not know what you are parting with; did you really intend to hand over those good cocoanuts without so much as tasting them?"
"Hellо, Ernest, you really don't know what you're giving up; did you actually plan to give away those delicious coconuts without even tasting them?"
"What? ho! are they really cocoanuts?" cried Ernest. "Do let me take them again, mother, do let me look at them."
"What? Wow, are those actually coconuts?" exclaimed Ernest. "Please let me hold them again, mom, please let me have another look!"
"No, thank you," replied my wife with a smile. "I have no wish to see you again overburdened."
"No, thank you," my wife said with a smile. "I don't want to see you stressed out again."
"Oh, but I have only to throw away these sticks, which are of no use, and then I can easily carry them."
"Oh, I just need to toss aside these useless sticks, and then I can carry them easily."
"Worse and worse," said Fritz; "I have a particular regard for those heavy, useless sticks. Did you ever hear of sugar-canes?"
"Worse and worse," said Fritz; "I have a special fondness for those heavy, useless sticks. Have you ever heard of sugar canes?"
The words were scarcely out of his mouth when Ernest began to suck vigorously at the end of the cane, with no better result, however, than Fritz had obtained as we were on the march.
The words had barely left his mouth when Ernest started to suck hard on the end of the cane, but he had no better luck than Fritz had while we were on the march.
"Here," said Fritz, "let me show you the trick of it," and he speedily set all the youngsters to work extracting the luscious juice.
"Here," said Fritz, "let me show you how it's done," and he quickly got all the kids working to extract the delicious juice.
My wife, as a prudent housekeeper, was no less delighted than the children with this discovery; the sight of the dishes also pleased her greatly, for she longed to see us eat once more like civilized beings. We went into the kitchen and there found preparations for a truly sumptuous meal. Two forked sticks were planted in the ground on either side of the fire; on these rested a rod from which hung several tempting looking fish; opposite them hung a goose from a similar contrivance, slowly roasting while the gravy dropped into a large shell placed beneath it. In the center sat the great pot, from which issued the smell of a most delicious soup. To crown this splendid array, stood an open hogshead full of Dutch cheeses. All this was very pleasant to two hungry travelers, but I was about to beg my wife to spare the poultry until our stock should have increased, when she, perceiving my thought, quickly relieved my anxiety. "This is not one of our geese," she said, "but a wild bird Ernest killed."
My wife, being a careful homemaker, was just as thrilled as the kids with this find; seeing the dishes also made her really happy because she wanted us to eat like civilized people again. We headed to the kitchen and found everything set up for an incredibly lavish meal. Two forked sticks were planted in the ground on either side of the fire, and resting on them was a rod from with several mouthwatering fish hanging from it; opposite that was a goose hanging from a similar setup, slowly roasting as the gravy dripped into a large shell below. In the center was a big pot, sending out the aroma of a delicious soup. To top it all off, there was an open hogshead filled with Dutch cheeses. This was all very appealing to two hungry travelers, but I was about to ask my wife to save the poultry until our stock had grown, when she, sensing my worry, quickly put my mind at ease. "This isn't one of our geese," she said, "but a wild bird Ernest killed."
"Yes," said Ernest, "it is a penguin, I think; it let me get quite close, so that I knocked it on the head with a stick. Here are its head and feet, which I preserved to show you; the bill is, you see, narrow and curved downward, and the feet are webbed. It had funny little bits of useless wings, and its eyes looked so solemnly and sedately at me that I was almost ashamed to kill it. Do you not think it must have been a penguin?"
"Yeah," said Ernest, "I think it’s a penguin; it let me get really close, so I knocked it on the head with a stick. Here are its head and feet, which I saved to show you; the bill is narrow and curves downward, and the feet are webbed. It had these funny little useless wings, and its eyes looked so serious and calm at me that I almost felt bad for killing it. Don’t you think it must have been a penguin?"
"I have little doubt on the matter, my boy," and I was about to make a few remarks on the habits of this bird, when my wife interrupted me and begged us to come to dinner, and continue our natural history conversation at some future time. We then sat down before the appetizing meal prepared for us, our gourds coming for the first time into use, and having done it full justice, produced the cocoanuts by way of dessert.
"I have no doubt about it, my boy," and I was getting ready to say a few things about this bird's habits when my wife interrupted us and asked us to come to dinner, suggesting we continue our natural history chat another time. We then sat down to the delicious meal that had been prepared for us, using our gourds for the first time, and after enjoying that, we brought out the coconuts for dessert.
"Here is better food for your little friend," said I to Fritz, who had been vainly endeavoring to persuade the monkey to taste dainty morsels of the food we had been eating; "the poor little animal has been accustomed to nothing but its mother's milk; fetch me a saw, one of you."
"Here is better food for your little friend," I said to Fritz, who had been unsuccessfully trying to get the monkey to try some of the tasty bites we had been eating; "the poor little animal is used to nothing but its mother's milk; one of you go get me a saw."
I then, after extracting the milk of the nuts from their natural holes, carefully cut the shells in half, thus providing several more useful basins. The monkey was perfectly satisfied with the milk, and eagerly sucked the corner of a handkerchief dipped in it. Fritz now suddenly recollected his delicious wine, and producing his flask, begged his mother to taste it. "Try it first yourself," said I; Fritz did so, and I instantly saw by his countenance that the liquor had passed through the first stage of fermentation and had become vinegar.
I then, after getting the milk out of the nuts from their natural holes, carefully cut the shells in half, making several more useful bowls. The monkey was completely happy with the milk and eagerly sucked the corner of a handkerchief that was dipped in it. Fritz suddenly remembered his delicious wine and took out his flask, asking his mother to taste it. "Try it yourself first," I said; Fritz did, and I could instantly tell by his expression that the drink had gone through the first stage of fermentation and had turned into vinegar.
"Never mind, my boy," said my prudent wife, when she learned the cause of his wry faces, "we have wine already; but no vinegar; I am really pleased at the transformation."
"Don't worry about it, my boy," said my sensible wife when she found out why he was making those funny faces, "we have wine already; but no vinegar; I’m actually glad about the change."
The sun was now rapidly sinking behind the horizon, and the poultry, retiring for the night, warned us that we must follow their example. Having offered up our prayers, we lay down on our beds, the monkey crouched down between Jack and Fritz, and we were all soon fast asleep.
The sun was quickly setting behind the horizon, and the chickens, heading to roost for the night, signaled that we should do the same. After saying our prayers, we settled into our beds, the monkey curled up between Jack and Fritz, and we all fell asleep soon after.
We did not, however, long enjoy this repose; a loud barking from our dogs, who were on guard outside the tent, awakened us, and the fluttering and cackling of our poultry warned us that a foe was approaching. Fritz and I sprang up, and seizing our guns rushed out. There we found a desperate combat going on; our gallant dogs, surrounded by a dozen or more large jackals, were fighting bravely. Four of their opponents lay dead, but the others were in no way deterred by the fate of their comrades. Fritz and I, however, sent bullets through the heads of a couple more, and the rest galloped off. Turk and Juno did not intend that they should escape so cheaply, and pursuing them, they caught, killed, and devoured another of the animals, regardless of their near relationship. Fritz wished to save one of the jackals that he might be able to show it to his brothers in the morning; dragging, therefore, the one that he had shot near the tent, he concealed it, and we once more returned to our beds.
We didn’t enjoy this rest for long; a loud barking from our guard dogs outside the tent woke us up, and the flapping and squawking of our poultry warned us that an enemy was coming. Fritz and I jumped up, grabbed our guns, and rushed outside. We found a fierce battle happening; our brave dogs, surrounded by over a dozen large jackals, were fighting valiantly. Four of the jackals lay dead, but the others weren't deterred by their fallen comrades. However, Fritz and I shot a couple more, and the rest ran off. Turk and Juno weren't going to let them get away so easily and chased them down, catching, killing, and eating another one of the animals, ignoring their close relation. Fritz wanted to keep one of the jackals to show his brothers in the morning, so he dragged the one he had shot near the tent and hid it. Then we went back to bed.
Soundly and peacefully we slept until cock-crow next morning, when my wife and I awoke, and began to discuss the business of the day.
Soundly and peacefully we slept until the rooster crowed the next morning, when my wife and I woke up and started to plan out the day’s activities.
"It seems absolutely necessary, my dear wife," I began "to return at once to the wreck while it is yet calm, that we may save the poor animals left there, and bring on shore many articles of infinite value to us, which, if we do not now recover, we may finally lose entirely. On the other hand, I feel that there is an immense deal to be done on shore, and that I ought not to leave you in such an insecure shelter as this tent."
"It seems absolutely necessary, my dear wife," I began "to return to the wreck right away while the weather is calm, so we can rescue the poor animals left there and bring back many valuable items that, if we don't get them now, we might lose completely. On the other hand, I realize there’s a lot to be done on land, and I shouldn’t leave you in such an unstable shelter as this tent."
"Return to the wreck by all means," replied my wife, cheerfully. "Patience, order, and perseverance will help us through all our work, and I agree with you that a visit to the wreck is without doubt our first duty. Come, let us wake the children, and set to work without delay."
"Go back to the wreck for sure," my wife said happily. "Patience, organization, and determination will get us through all our tasks, and I agree that checking out the wreck is definitely our top priority. Come on, let’s wake the kids and get started right away."
They were soon roused, and Fritz, overcoming his drowsiness before the others, ran out for his jackal; it was cold and stiff from the night air, and he placed it on its legs before the tent, in a most life-like attitude, and stood by to watch the effect upon the family. The dogs were the first to perceive their enemy, and growling, seemed inclined to dispose of the animal as they had disposed of its brethren in the night, but Fritz called them off. The noise the dogs made, however, had the effect of bringing out the younger children, and many were the exclamations they made at the sight of the strange animal.
They were soon awakened, and Fritz, shaking off his sleepiness before the others, ran out to get his jackal; it was cold and stiff from the night air, so he propped it up on its legs in front of the tent, creating a very life-like scene, and stood by to see how the family would react. The dogs were the first to notice their foe and, growling, seemed ready to deal with the animal just like they had with its relatives during the night, but Fritz called them back. The noise the dogs made, however, ended up bringing out the younger kids, and they had plenty of excited exclamations at the sight of the unusual creature.
"A yellow dog!" cried Franz.
"Look at that yellow dog!" cried Franz.
"A wolf!" exclaimed Jack.
"A wolf!" Jack exclaimed.
"It is a striped fox," said Ernest.
"It’s a striped fox," said Ernest.
"Hullo," said Fritz. "The greatest men may make mistakes. Our Professor does not know a jackal when he sees one."
"Hell0," said Fritz. "Even the greatest people can make mistakes. Our Professor can't even recognize a jackal when he sees one."
"But really," continued Ernest, examining the animal, "I think it is a fox."
"But really," continued Ernest, looking at the animal, "I think it's a fox."
"Very well, very well," retorted Fritz, "no doubt you know better than your father! He thinks it is a jackal."
"Alright, alright," replied Fritz, "I'm sure you know better than your dad! He thinks it's a jackal."
"Come, boys," said I, "no more of this quarreling; you are none of you very far wrong, for the jackal partakes of the nature of all three, dog, wolf, and fox."
"Come on, guys," I said, "let's stop this fighting; none of you are really that off, because the jackal has traits of all three: dog, wolf, and fox."
The monkey had come out on Jack's shoulder, but no sooner did it catch sight of the jackal, than it fled precipitately back into the tent, and hid itself in a heap of moss until nothing was visible but the tip of its little nose. Jack soothed and comforted the frightened little animal, and I then summoned them all to prayers, soon after which we began our breakfast. So severely had we dealt with our supper the previous night that we had little to eat but the biscuits, which were so dry and hard, that, hungry as we were, we could not swallow much. Fritz and I took some cheese to help them down, while my wife and younger sons soaked theirs in water. Ernest roamed down to the shore, and looked about for shell-fish. Presently he returned with a few whelks. "Ah," said he, "if we had but some butter." "My boy," I replied, "your perpetual if, if, quite annoys me; why do you not sit down and eat cheese like the rest of us." "Not while I can get butter," he said; "see here, father," and he pointed to a large cask, "that barrel contains butter of some sort or another, for it is oozing out at the end."
The monkey had come out onto Jack's shoulder, but as soon as it saw the jackal, it quickly jumped back into the tent and hid in a pile of moss until only the tip of its little nose was visible. Jack calmed and comforted the scared little animal, and I then called everyone for prayers, after which we started our breakfast. We had eaten so much for dinner the night before that we had little left but dry and hard biscuits, which were so tough that, even being hungry, we couldn't swallow much. Fritz and I took some cheese to help them down, while my wife and younger sons soaked theirs in water. Ernest wandered down to the shore to look for shellfish. Soon, he came back with a few whelks. "Ah," he said, "if only we had some butter." "My boy," I replied, "your constant 'if, if' really annoys me; why don’t you sit down and eat cheese like the rest of us?" "Not while I can get butter," he said, "look here, father," and he pointed to a large barrel, "that barrel contains some kind of butter because it’s leaking out at the end."
"Really, Ernest," I said, "we are indebted to you. I will open the cask." So saying, I took a knife and carefully cut a small hole, so that I could extract the butter without exposing the mass of it to the effects of the air and heat. Filling a cocoanut shell, we once more sat down, and toasting our biscuits before the fire, spread them with the good Dutch butter. We found this vastly better than the dry biscuits, and while we were thus employed I noticed that the two dogs were lying unusually quiet by my side. I at first attributed this drowsiness to their large meal during the night, but I soon discovered that it arose from a different cause; the faithful animals had not escaped unhurt from their late combat, but had received several deep and painful wounds, especially about the neck. The dogs began to lick each other on the places which they could not reach with their own tongues, and my wife carefully dressed the wounds with butter, from which she had extracted the salt by washing.
"Really, Ernest," I said, "we owe you a lot. I will open the cask." With that, I took a knife and carefully cut a small hole, so I could scoop out the butter without exposing the rest of it to the air and heat. After filling a coconut shell, we sat down again, and toasting our biscuits by the fire, spread them with the delicious Dutch butter. We found this much better than the dry biscuits, and while we were doing this, I noticed the two dogs were unusually quiet by my side. At first, I thought their drowsiness was due to their big meal last night, but I soon realized it was for another reason; the loyal animals hadn’t come out unscathed from their recent fight and had gotten several deep and painful wounds, especially around their necks. The dogs started to lick each other in the spots they couldn't reach with their own tongues, and my wife carefully treated the wounds with butter, which she had rinsed to remove the salt.
"Try, by all means, my little fellow," said I, "and persuade your mother to assist you; and now, Fritz," I continued, "we must be starting, for you and I are to make a trip to the wreck." I begged the party who were to remain on shore to keep together as much as possible, and having arranged a set of signals with my wife, that we might exchange communications, asked a blessing on our enterprise. I erected a signal post, and, while Fritz was making preparations for our departure, hoisted a strip of sailcloth as a flag; this flag was to remain hoisted so long as all was well on shore, but should our return be desired, three shots were to be fired and the flag lowered.
"Go ahead, buddy," I said, "and try to convince your mom to help you. And now, Fritz," I continued, "we need to get going because you and I are heading to the wreck." I asked the group staying on shore to stick together as much as possible, and after setting up a system of signals with my wife for communication, I asked for a blessing on our adventure. I set up a signal post, and while Fritz was getting ready for us to leave, I raised a strip of sailcloth as a flag; this flag would stay up as long as everything was okay on shore, but if they needed us to come back, three shots would be fired and the flag would be lowered.
All was now ready, and warning my wife that we might find it necessary to remain all night on the vessel, we tenderly bade adieu and embarked. Except our guns and ammunition, we were taking nothing, that we might leave as much space as possible for the stowage of a large cargo. Fritz, however, had resolved to bring his little monkey, that he might obtain milk for it as soon as possible. We had not got far from the shore, when I perceived that a current from the river set in directly for the vessel, and though my nautical knowledge was not great, I succeeded in steering the boat into the favorable stream, which carried us nearly three-fourths of our passage with little or no trouble to ourselves; then, by dint of hard pulling, we accomplished the whole distance, and entering through the breach, gladly made fast our boat and stepped on board. Our first care was to see the animals, who greeted us with joy—lowing, bellowing, and bleating as we approached; not that the poor beasts were hungry, for they were all still well supplied with food, but they were apparently pleased by the mere sight of human beings. Fritz then placed his monkey by one of the goats, and the little animal immediately sucked the milk with evident relish, chattering and grinning all the while; the monkey provided for, we refreshed ourselves with some wine and biscuits. "Now," said I, "we have plenty to do; where shall we begin?"
All was now ready, and after warning my wife that we might need to stay on the vessel all night, we said our tender goodbyes and boarded. Aside from our guns and ammunition, we weren’t bringing anything else so we could make as much room as possible for a large cargo. However, Fritz had made up his mind to bring his little monkey, hoping to get milk for it as soon as possible. We hadn’t gone far from the shore when I noticed a current from the river pushing directly toward the vessel. Although my knowledge of sailing wasn’t extensive, I managed to steer the boat into the favorable stream, which carried us almost three-quarters of the way with little effort on our part. Then, with some hard pulling, we made it the rest of the distance, and once we entered through the breach, we happily secured our boat and stepped aboard. Our first priority was to check on the animals, who welcomed us with joy—lowing, bellowing, and bleating as we approached. It wasn’t because the poor creatures were hungry; they were all still well-fed, but they seemed genuinely happy to see humans. Fritz then placed his monkey next to one of the goats, and the little animal immediately started drinking the milk with obvious enjoyment, chattering and grinning the whole time. After taking care of the monkey, we treated ourselves to some wine and biscuits. "Now," I said, "we have a lot to do; where should we start?"
"Let us fix a mast and sail to our boat," answered Fritz; "for the current which brought us out will not take us back, whereas the fresh breeze we met would help us immensely had we but a sail."
"Let's put a mast and sail on our boat," replied Fritz; "the current that took us out won't bring us back, but the fresh breeze we found would really help us if we had a sail."
"Capital thought," I replied; "let us set to work at once."
"Capital idea," I replied; "let's get started right away."
I chose a stout spar to serve as a mast, and having made a hole in a plank nailed across one of the tubs, we, with the help of a rope and a couple of blocks, stepped it and secured it with stays. We then discovered a lugsail, which had belonged to one of the ships' boats; this we hoisted; and our craft was ready to sail. Fritz begged me to decorate the masthead with a red streamer, to give our vessel a more finished appearance. Smiling at this childish but natural vanity, I complied with his request. I then contrived a rudder, that I might be able to steer the boat; for though I knew that an oar would serve the purpose, it was cumbrous and inconvenient. While I was thus employed, Fritz examined the shore with his glass, and soon announced that the flag was flying and all was well.
I picked a sturdy log to use as a mast, and after making a hole in a plank nailed across one of the tubs, we used a rope and some blocks to raise it and secure it with stays. Then we found a lugsail that had belonged to one of the ship's boats; we hoisted it, and our boat was ready to set sail. Fritz asked me to decorate the top of the mast with a red ribbon to make our vessel look more complete. Smiling at this childish but natural wish, I agreed. I then figured out how to make a rudder so I could steer the boat; even though I knew an oar would work, it was bulky and inconvenient. While I was working on this, Fritz scanned the shore with his binoculars and soon announced that the flag was flying and everything was okay.
So much time had now slipped away that we found we could not return that night, as I had wished. We signaled our intention of remaining on board, and then spent the rest of our time in taking out the stones we had placed in the boat for ballast, and stowed in their place heavy articles of value to us. The ship had sailed for the purpose of supplying a young colony, she had therefore on board every conceivable article we could desire in our present situation; our only difficulty, indeed, was to make a wise selection. A large quantity of powder and shot we first secured, and as Fritz considered that we could not have too many weapons, we added three excellent guns, and a whole armful of swords, daggers, and knives. We remembered that knives and forks were necessary, we therefore laid in a large stock of them, and kitchen utensils of all sorts. Exploring the captain's cabin, we discovered a service of silver plate and a cellaret of good old wine; we then went over the stores, and supplied ourselves with potted meats, portable soups, Westphalian hams, sausages, a bag of maize and wheat, and a quantity of other seeds and vegetables. I then added a barrel of sulphur for matches, and as much cordage as I could find. All this—with nails, tools, and agricultural implements—completed our cargo, and sank our boat so low that I should have been obliged to lighten her had not the sea been calm.
So much time had passed that we realized we couldn’t return that night as I had hoped. We signaled that we would stay on board and then spent the rest of our time removing the stones we had used for ballast and replacing them with heavy items that were valuable to us. The ship had set sail to supply a young colony, so it had all kinds of things we could want in our current situation; our only challenge was making the right choices. We first secured a large amount of powder and shot, and since Fritz thought we couldn’t have too many weapons, we added three excellent guns and a whole armful of swords, daggers, and knives. We knew we needed knives and forks, so we stocked up on those and gathered kitchen utensils of all kinds. While exploring the captain's cabin, we found a set of silver plates and a cellar of good old wine; then we went through the stores and supplied ourselves with potted meats, portable soups, Westphalian hams, sausages, a bag of maize and wheat, and a variety of other seeds and vegetables. I also added a barrel of sulfur for matches and as much rope as I could find. All this—along with nails, tools, and farming equipment—finished our load and sank our boat so low that I would have had to lighten her if the sea hadn’t been calm.
Night drew on, and a large fire, lighted by those on shore, showed us that all was well. We replied by hoisting four ship's lanterns, and two shots announced to us that our signal was perceived; then, with a heartfelt prayer for the safety of our dear ones on shore, we retired to our boat, and Fritz, at all events, was soon sound asleep. For a while I could not sleep; the thought of my wife and children—alone and unprotected, save by the great dogs—disturbed my rest.
Night fell, and a big fire lit by those on shore reassured us that everything was okay. We responded by raising four ship's lanterns, and two gunshots confirmed that our signal was seen; then, after a heartfelt prayer for the safety of our loved ones on land, we went back to our boat, and Fritz quickly fell asleep. For a while, I couldn't sleep; the thought of my wife and kids—alone and unprotected except for the big dogs—kept me awake.
The night at length passed away. At daybreak Fritz and I arose and went on deck. I brought the telescope to bear upon the shore, and with pleasure saw the flag still waving in the morning breeze; while I kept the glass directed to the land, I saw the door of the tent open, and my wife appear and look steadfastly toward us.
The night finally passed. At daybreak, Fritz and I got up and went on deck. I aimed the telescope at the shore and was pleased to see the flag still waving in the morning breeze. As I kept the lens focused on the land, I saw the tent door open and my wife appear, looking intently toward us.
I at once hoisted a white flag, and in reply the flag on shore was thrice dipped. Oh, what a weight seemed lifted from my heart as I saw the signal!
I immediately raised a white flag, and in response, the flag onshore was dipped three times. Oh, what a relief it felt like when I saw the signal!
"Fritz," I said, "I am not now in such haste to get back, and begin to feel compassion for all these poor beasts. I wish we could devise some means for getting them on shore."
"Fritz," I said, "I'm not in such a rush to get back right now, and I'm starting to feel sorry for all these poor animals. I wish we could come up with a way to get them ashore."
"We might make a raft," suggested Fritz, "and take off one or two at a time."
"We could build a raft," suggested Fritz, "and take one or two at a time."
"True," I replied; "it is easy enough to say, 'make a raft,' but to do it is quite another thing."
"True," I replied; "it's easy to say, 'make a raft,' but actually doing it is a whole different story."
"Really, my boy, that idea is worth having. I am not joking, indeed," I continued, as I saw him smile; "we may get every one of the animals ashore in that way."
"Honestly, kid, that idea is great. I'm not kidding, really," I continued, noticing him smile; "we could get all the animals ashore that way."
So saying, I caught a fine sheep, and proceeded to put our plan into execution. I first fastened a broad piece of linen round its belly, and to this attached some corks and empty tins; then, with Fritz's help, I flung the animal into the sea—it sank, but a moment afterward rose and floated famously.
So saying, I caught a good sheep and got started on our plan. I first tied a wide piece of cloth around its belly and attached some corks and empty cans to it; then, with Fritz's help, I threw the sheep into the sea—it sank, but a moment later it came back up and floated nicely.
"Hurrah!" exclaimed Fritz, "we will treat them all like that." We then rapidly caught the other animals and provided them, one after the other, with a similar contrivance. The cow and ass gave us more trouble than did the others, as for them we required something more buoyant than the mere cork; we at last found some empty casks and fastened two to each animal by thongs passed under its belly. This done, the whole herd were ready to start, and we brought the ass to one of the ports to be the first to be launched. After some maneuvering we got him in a convenient position, and then a sudden heave sent him plunging into the sea. He sank, and then, buoyed up by the casks, emerged head and back from the water. The cow, sheep, and goats followed him one after the other, and then the sow alone remained. She seemed, however, determined not to leave the ship; she kicked, struggled, and squealed so violently, that I really thought we should be obliged to abandon her; at length, after much trouble, we succeeded in sending her out of the port after the others, and when once in the water, such was the old lady's energy that she quickly distanced them, and was the first to reach the shore.
"Hooray!" shouted Fritz, "we'll do the same for all of them." We quickly caught the other animals and fitted them with similar devices, one after the other. The cow and donkey were more challenging than the others because we needed something more buoyant than just cork; eventually, we found some empty barrels and secured two to each animal with straps looped under their bellies. Once that was done, the whole herd was ready to go, and we brought the donkey to one of the ports to be the first to launch. After some maneuvering, we got him into a good position, and with a sudden push, he plunged into the sea. He sank but then, buoyed by the barrels, popped up with his head and back above the water. The cow, sheep, and goats followed one by one, leaving only the sow remaining. She, however, seemed determined not to leave the ship; she kicked, struggled, and squealed so loudly that I honestly thought we’d have to give up on her. After a lot of effort, we finally managed to push her out of the port after the others, and once in the water, the old lady's energy was so strong that she quickly sped ahead of them and was the first to reach the shore.
We had fastened to the horns or neck of each animal a cord with a float attached to the end, and now embarking, we gathered up these floats, set sail, and steered for shore, drawing our herd after us.
We had tied a cord with a float at the end to the horns or neck of each animal, and now that we were on board, we collected these floats, set sail, and headed for shore, pulling our herd along with us.
Delighted with the successful accomplishment of our task, we got out some biscuits and enjoyed a midday meal; then, while Fritz amused himself with his monkey, I took up my glass and tried to make out how our dear ones on shore were employing themselves. As I was thus engaged, a sudden shout from Fritz surprised me. I glanced up; there stood Fritz with his gun to his shoulder, pointing it at a huge shark; the monster was making for one of the finest sheep; he turned on his side to seize his prey; as the white of his belly appeared Fritz fired. The shot took effect, and our enemy disappeared, leaving a trace of blood on the calm water.
Happy with the successful completion of our task, we took out some biscuits and enjoyed a lunch; then, while Fritz entertained himself with his monkey, I picked up my glass and tried to see how our loved ones on shore were spending their time. While I was focused on this, a sudden shout from Fritz caught me off guard. I looked up; there stood Fritz with his gun raised, aiming at a huge shark; the creature was heading for one of the finest sheep. It rolled onto its side to grab its prey; as the white of its belly showed, Fritz fired. The shot hit its mark, and our adversary vanished, leaving a trail of blood on the calm water.
"Well done, my boy," I cried, "you will become a crack shot one of these days; but I trust you will not often have such dangerous game to shoot." Fritz's eyes sparkled at his success and my praise, and reloading his gun carefully watched the water. But the shark did not again appear, and, borne onward by the breeze, we quickly neared the shore. Steering the boat to a convenient landing place, I cast off the ropes which secured the animals, and let them get ashore as best they might.
"Great job, my boy," I said, "you'll be an expert shooter one of these days; but I hope you won't often have such dangerous targets to take on." Fritz's eyes lit up with excitement from his success and my praise, and as he reloaded his gun, he kept an eye on the water. But the shark didn't show up again, and with the wind at our back, we quickly approached the shore. As we steered the boat to a good spot to land, I untied the ropes that secured the animals and let them make their way ashore as best they could.
There was no sign of my wife or children when we stepped on land, but a few moments afterward they appeared, and with a shout of joy ran toward us. We were thankful to be once more united, and after asking and replying to a few preliminary questions, proceeded to release our herd from their swimming belts, which, though so useful in the water, were exceedingly inconvenient on shore. My wife was astonished at the apparatus.
There was no sign of my wife or kids when we landed, but a few moments later, they showed up and ran toward us with shouts of joy. We were grateful to be reunited, and after exchanging a few quick questions, we started to free our herd from their swimming belts, which, while really helpful in the water, were super awkward on land. My wife was amazed by the gear.
"How clever you are!" said she.
"You're so smart!" she said.
"I am not the inventor," I replied; "the honor is due to Fritz. He not only thought of this plan for bringing off the animals, but saved one, at least, of them from a most fearful death." And I then told them how bravely he had encountered the shark.
"I’m not the inventor," I replied; "the credit goes to Fritz. He not only came up with this plan to get the animals out, but he also saved at least one of them from a really terrible fate." And then I told them how bravely he had faced the shark.
Fritz, Ernest, and I began the work of unloading our craft, while Jack, seeing that the poor donkey was still encumbered with his swimming belt, tried to free him from it. But the donkey would not stand quiet, and the child's fingers were not strong enough to loosen the cordage; finally, therefore, he scrambled upon the animal's back, and urging him on with hand and foot, trotted toward us.
Fritz, Ernest, and I started unloading our boat while Jack, noticing that the poor donkey was still weighed down by his life jacket, tried to take it off. But the donkey wouldn't stand still, and Jack's little hands weren't strong enough to untie the straps; in the end, he climbed onto the donkey's back and urged him forward with his hands and feet, trotting towards us.
"Come, my boy," I said, "no one must be idle here, even for a moment; you will have riding practice enough hereafter; dismount and come and help us."
"Come on, kid," I said, "no one can just sit around here, even for a second; you’ll have plenty of time to practice riding later; get off your horse and come help us."
Jack was soon on his feet. "But I have not been idle all day," he said; "look here!" and he pointed to a belt round his waist. It was a broad belt of yellow hair, in which he had stuck a couple of pistols and a knife. "And see," he added, "what I have made for the dogs. Here, Juno! Turk!" the dogs came bounding up at his call, and I saw that they were each supplied with a collar of the same skin, in which were fastened nails, which bristled round their necks in a most formidable manner.
Jack quickly got to his feet. "But I haven't been sitting around all day," he said; "check this out!" He pointed to a belt around his waist. It was a wide belt made of yellow hair, where he had attached a couple of pistols and a knife. "And look," he added, "what I made for the dogs. Here, Juno! Turk!" The dogs came running at his call, and I saw that each of them had a collar made from the same material, with nails fastened to it, sticking out around their necks in a pretty intimidating way.
"Capital, capital! my boy," said I, "but where did you get your materials, and who helped you?"
"Money, money! my boy," I said, "but where did you get your materials, and who assisted you?"
"Except in cutting the skin," said my wife, "he had no assistance, and as for the materials, Fritz's jackal supplied us with the skin, and the needles and thread came out of my wonderful bag. You little think how many useful things may be had from that same bag; it is woman's duty and nature, you know, to see after trifles."
"Aside from cutting the skin," my wife said, "he did everything himself, and as for the materials, Fritz's jackal provided us with the skin, and the needles and thread came from my amazing bag. You wouldn't believe how many handy things are in that bag; it's a woman's role and nature, you know, to take care of the details."
Fritz evidently did not approve of the use to which his jackal's hide had been devoted, and holding his nose, begged his little brother to keep at a distance. "Really, Jack," he said, "you should have cured the hide before you used it; the smell is disgusting; don't come near me."
Fritz clearly didn't like how his jackal's hide had been used, and while holding his nose, he asked his little brother to stay away. "Honestly, Jack," he said, "you should have cleaned the hide before using it; the smell is awful; don't come close to me."
"It is not the hide that smells at all," retorted Jack, "it is your nasty jackal itself, that you left in the sun."
"It’s not the hide that smells at all," Jack shot back, "it’s your nasty jackal itself that you left in the sun."
The jackal was dragged off, and we then finished our work of unloading our boat. When this was accomplished we started for our tent, and finding no preparation for supper, I said, "Fritz, let us have a Westphalian ham."
The jackal was taken away, and we then finished unloading our boat. Once we were done, we headed to our tent and, finding no supper ready, I said, "Fritz, let's have a Westphalian ham."
"Ernest," said my wife, smiling, "let us see if we cannot conjure up some eggs."
"Ernest," my wife said with a smile, "let's see if we can whip up some eggs."
Fritz got out a splendid ham and carried it to his mother triumphantly, while Ernest set before me a dozen white balls with parchment-like coverings.
Fritz proudly took out a beautiful ham and brought it to his mother, while Ernest placed a dozen white balls with parchment-like coverings in front of me.
"Turtles' eggs!" said I. "Well done, Ernest! where did you get them?"
"Turtle eggs!" I said. "Great job, Ernest! Where did you find them?"
"That," replied my wife, "shall be told in due course when we relate our adventures; now we will see what they will do toward making a supper for you; with these and your ham I do not think we shall starve."
"That," my wife replied, "will be revealed in due time when we share our adventures; for now, let's see what they can do to prepare dinner for you; with this food and your ham, I don’t think we’ll go hungry."
Leaving my wife to prepare supper, we returned to the shore and brought up what of the cargo we had left there; then, having collected our herd of animals, we returned to the tent.
Leaving my wife to make dinner, we went back to the shore and retrieved what cargo we had left there; then, after gathering our herd of animals, we returned to the tent.
The meal which awaited us was as unlike the first supper we had there enjoyed as possible. My wife had improvised a table of a board laid on two casks; on this was spread a white damask tablecloth, on which were placed knives, forks, spoons, and plates for each person. A tureen of good soup first appeared, followed by a capital omelette, then slices of the ham; and finally some Dutch cheese, butter, and biscuits, with a bottle of the captain's Canary wine, completed the repast.
The meal that awaited us was nothing like the first dinner we had there. My wife had set up a table using a board laid across two barrels; on top of that was a white damask tablecloth, with knives, forks, spoons, and plates for everyone. First, a tureen of good soup was served, followed by a fantastic omelette, then slices of ham; and finally, some Dutch cheese, butter, and biscuits, rounded off with a bottle of the captain's Canary wine.
While we thus regaled ourselves, I related to my wife our adventures, and then begged she would remember her promise and tell me all that had happened in my absence.
While we enjoyed ourselves, I shared our adventures with my wife, and then asked her to keep her promise and tell me everything that had happened while I was away.
CHAPTER 3.
The mother shares her adventures—Suggests we should build a nest—How Jack handled the jackal skin—How the boys were surprised by a bustard—How they discovered the mangrove tree—How the dogs caught crabs—We talk about the possibility of making a house in the tree—Off to bed again—We head to the wreck—Encounter the shark again—Return to shore—Franz's crawfish—Building a bridge—We pack up—A family moving in a traditional way—A prickly enemy—Jack takes it down—We arrive at our new home—Fritz gets rid of a threat to our poultry—Little Franz finds the figs—Dinner—We prepare materials for our nest—Flamingoes—Roasted and tame—The application of trigonometry—A rope stretched over the branch—The rope ladder is made—We climb up our tree—Sleep under the roots—The construction of the nest—Retire to roost for the first time.
"I will spare you a description," said my wife, "of our first day's occupations; truth to tell, I spent the time chiefly in anxious thought and watching your progress and signals. I rose very early this morning, and with the utmost joy perceiving your signal that all was right, hastened to reply to it, and then, while my sons yet slumbered, I sat down and began to consider how our position could be improved. 'For it is perfectly impossible,' said I to myself, 'to live much longer where we are now. The sun beats burningly the lifelong day on this bare, rocky spot, our only shelter is this poor tent, beneath the canvas of which the heat is even more oppressive than on the open shore. Why should not I and my little boys exert ourselves as well as my husband and Fritz? Why should not we too try to accomplish something useful? If we could but exchange this melancholy and unwholesome abode for a pleasant, shady dwelling place, we should all improve in health and spirits. Among those delightful woods and groves where Fritz and his father saw so many charming things, I feel sure there must be some little retreat where we could establish ourselves comfortably; there must be, and I will find it.'
"I won't go into detail," my wife said, "about how we spent our first day; honestly, I mostly spent the time worrying and watching for your signals. I got up really early this morning and was so happy to see your signal that everything was okay, so I rushed to respond to it. Then, while my boys were still sleeping, I sat down and started thinking about how we could improve our situation. 'It's completely impossible,' I told myself, 'to keep living in this place. The sun blazes down all day on this bare, rocky spot. Our only shelter is this flimsy tent, where the heat is even worse than out on the open shore. Why shouldn't my boys and I work hard just like my husband and Fritz? Why shouldn't we try to do something helpful too? If we could just trade this dreary and unhealthy place for a nice, shady home, we would all feel better physically and mentally. In those beautiful woods and groves where Fritz and his father found so many lovely things, I'm sure there has to be a little spot where we could settle in comfortably; there must be, and I will find it.'"
"By this time the boys were up, and I observed Jack very quietly and busily occupied with his knife about the spot where Fritz's jackal lay. Watching his proceedings, I saw that he had cut two long, narrow strips of the animal's skin, which he cleaned and scraped very carefully, and then taking a handful of great nails out of his pocket, he stuck them through the skin, points outward, after which he cut strips of canvas sailcloth, twice as broad as the thongs, doubled them, and laid them on the raw side of the skin, so as to cover the broad, flat nail heads. At this point of the performance, Master Jack came to me with the agreeable request that I would kindly stitch the canvas and (moist) skin together for him. I gave him needles and thread, but could not think of depriving him of the pleasure of doing it himself.
"By this time, the boys were up, and I noticed Jack quietly and busily working with his knife near the spot where Fritz's jackal lay. As I watched, I saw that he had cut two long, narrow strips from the animal's skin, which he cleaned and scraped very carefully. Then, taking a handful of large nails from his pocket, he pushed them through the skin, points facing outward. After that, he cut strips of canvas sailcloth, twice as wide as the thongs, folded them, and laid them on the raw side of the skin to cover the broad, flat nail heads. At this moment, Jack came over to me with the polite request that I stitch the canvas and wet skin together for him. I gave him needles and thread but didn't want to take away his enjoyment of doing it himself."
"However, when I saw how good-humoredly he persevered in the work with his awkward, unskilled fingers, I took pity on him, and conquering the disgust I felt, finished lining the skin dog-collars he had so ingeniously contrived. After this, I was called upon to complete in the same way a fine belt of skin he had made for himself. I advised him to think of some means by which the skin might be kept from shrinking.
"However, when I saw how cheerfully he kept working with his clumsy, unskilled fingers, I felt sorry for him, and overcoming my disgust, I finished lining the leather dog collars he had so cleverly designed. After that, I was asked to do the same for a nice leather belt he had made for himself. I suggested he think of a way to prevent the leather from shrinking."
"Ernest, although rather treating Jack's manufacture with ridicule, proposed a sensible enough plan, which Jack forthwith put into execution. He nailed the skin, stretched flat, on a board, and put it in the sun to dry.
"Ernest, while making fun of Jack's creation, suggested a pretty practical plan, which Jack immediately carried out. He nailed the skin, stretched flat, onto a board and placed it in the sun to dry."
"My scheme of a journey was agreed to joyously by my young companions. Preparations were instantly set on foot; weapons and provisions provided; the two elder boys carrying guns, while they gave me charge of the water flask, and a small hatchet.
"My plan for the trip was happily agreed upon by my young friends. Preparations began right away; we gathered weapons and supplies, with the two older boys carrying guns while I was in charge of the water flask and a small hatchet."
"As I looked at my two young sons, each with his gun, and considered how much the safety of the party depended on these little fellows, I felt grateful to you, dear husband, for having acquainted them in childhood with the use of firearms.
"As I looked at my two young sons, each with their gun, and thought about how much the safety of the group relied on these little guys, I felt thankful to you, dear husband, for teaching them how to use guns when they were kids."
"Filling our water-jar, we crossed the stream, and went on to the height, from whence, as you described, a lovely prospect is obtained, at the sight of which a pleasurable sensation of buoyant hope, to which I had long been a stranger, awoke within my breast.
"Filling our water jar, we crossed the stream and continued up to the hill, where, as you mentioned, there is a beautiful view. Seeing it brought a refreshing feeling of hope that I hadn’t felt in a long time."
"A pretty little wood in the distance attracted my notice particularly, and thither we directed our course. But soon finding it impossible to force our way through the tall, strong grass, which grew in dense luxuriance higher than the children's heads, we turned toward the open beach on our left, and following it, we reached a point much nearer the little woods, when, quitting the strand, we made toward it.
A lovely little forest in the distance caught my attention, so we headed that way. However, we quickly realized it was impossible to push through the tall, thick grass that grew so lush it was taller than the kids. We decided to turn towards the open beach on our left, and as we walked along it, we got much closer to the little woods. Eventually, we left the shore and made our way toward it.
"We had not entirely escaped the tall grass, however, and with the utmost fatigue and difficulty, were struggling through the reeds, when suddenly a great rushing noise terrified us all dreadfully. A very large and powerful bird sprang upward on the wing. Both boys attempted to take aim, but the bird was far away before they were ready to fire.
"We hadn’t completely made it through the tall grass, though, and were struggling through the reeds with extreme fatigue and difficulty when suddenly a loud rushing noise terrified us all. A huge and powerful bird took off into the air. Both boys tried to take aim, but the bird was long gone by the time they were ready to shoot."
"'Oh, dear, what a pity!' exclaimed Ernest; 'now if I had only had my light gun, and if the bird had not flown quite so fast, I should have brought him down directly!'
"'Oh, man, what a bummer!' exclaimed Ernest; 'if I had just had my light gun, and if the bird hadn't flown away so quickly, I would have definitely taken it down right away!'"
"'Oh yes,' said I, 'no doubt you would be a capital sportsman, if only your game would always give you time to make ready comfortably.'
"'Oh yes,' I said, 'there's no doubt you'd be a great sportsman, if only your game would always give you enough time to get ready comfortably.'"
"'But I had no notion that anything was going to fly up just at our feet like that,' cried he.
"'But I had no idea that anything was going to pop up right at our feet like that,' he exclaimed."
"'What sort of bird can it have been?' inquired Jack.
"'What kind of bird could it have been?' asked Jack."
"'Oh, it certainly must have been an eagle,' answered little Franz, 'it was so very big!'
"'Oh, it definitely had to be an eagle,' replied little Franz, 'it was just so huge!'"
"'Just as if every big bird must be an eagle!' replied Ernest, in a tone of derision.
"'Just like every big bird has to be an eagle!' replied Ernest, with a mocking tone."
"'Let's see where he was sitting, at all events!' said I.
"'Let's see where he was sitting, anyway!' I said."
"Jack sprang toward the place, and instantly a second bird, rather larger than the first, rushed upward into the air, with a most startling noise.
Jack jumped toward the spot, and suddenly a second bird, noticeably larger than the first, shot up into the air with a very loud noise.
"The boys stood staring upward, perfectly stupefied, while I laughed heartily, saying, 'Well, you are first-rate sportsmen, to be sure! You certainly will keep my larder famously well supplied!'
"The boys stood staring up, completely dumbfounded, while I laughed loudly, saying, 'Well, you guys are top-notch sportsmen, that's for sure! You'll definitely keep my pantry stocked very well!'"
"At this, Ernest colored up, and looked inclined to cry, while Jack put on a comical face, pulled off his cap, and with a low bow, called after the fugitive:
"At this, Ernest blushed and seemed about to cry, while Jack made a silly face, took off his cap, and with a dramatic bow, called out after the runaway:
"'Adieu for the present, sir! I live in hopes of another meeting!'
"'Goodbye for now, sir! I look forward to seeing you again!'"
"On searching the ground carefully, we discovered a rude sort of nest made untidily of dry grass. It was empty, although we perceived broken egg shells at no great distance, and concluded that the young brood had escaped among the grass, which, in fact, we could see was waving at a little distance, as the little birds ran through it.
"After carefully searching the ground, we found a basic nest made messily from dry grass. It was empty, but we noticed broken egg shells not far away, and we figured that the young birds had slipped away into the grass, which we could actually see moving a bit further ahead as the little birds darted through it."
"'Now look here, Franz,' said Ernest, presently, 'just consider how this bird could by any possibility have been an eagle. Eagles never build on the ground, neither can their young leave the nest and run as soon as they are out of the egg. That is a peculiarity of the gallinaceous tribe of birds alone, to which then these must belong. The species, I think, is indicated by the white belly and dull red color of the wing coverts which I observed in these specimens, and I believe them to be bustards, especially as I noticed in the largest the fine mustache-like feathers over the beak, peculiar to the great bustard.'
"'Now listen, Franz,' said Ernest after a moment, 'think about how this bird could possibly be an eagle. Eagles never build their nests on the ground, and their chicks can’t leave the nest and run as soon as they hatch. That’s something only the gallinaceous group of birds does, and these have to belong to that group. The species, I believe, is revealed by the white belly and the dull red color of the wing feathers I noticed in these birds, and I think they are bustards, especially since I saw the distinctive mustache-like feathers above the beak on the largest one, which are unique to the great bustard.'
"'My dear boy!' I said, 'your eyes were actively employed, I must confess, if your fingers were unready with the gun. And after all, it is just as well, perhaps, that we have not thrown the bustard's family into mourning.'
"'My dear boy!' I said, 'your eyes were definitely working, I have to admit, even if your hands weren’t quick with the gun. And after all, it might be for the best that we haven’t put the bustard's family in mourning.'"
"Thus chatting, we at length approached my pretty wood. Numbers of birds fluttered and sang among the high branches, but I did not encourage the boys in their wish to try to shoot any of the happy little creatures. We were lost in admiration of the trees in this grove, and I cannot describe to you how wonderful they are, nor can you form the least idea of their enormous size without seeing them yourself. What we had been calling a wood proved to be a group of about a dozen trees only, and, what was strange, the roots sustained the massive trunks exalted in the air, forming strong arches, and props and stays all around each individual stem, which was firmly rooted in the center.
"While we were chatting, we finally got to my beautiful woods. A bunch of birds fluttered and sang among the tall branches, but I didn't encourage the boys in their desire to try to shoot any of the cheerful little creatures. We were captivated by the trees in this grove, and I can't describe how amazing they are; you can't even imagine their immense size without seeing them for yourself. What we had been calling a wood turned out to be just a cluster of about a dozen trees, and curiously, the roots supported the massive trunks lifted high in the air, forming strong arches, with props and supports all around each individual stem, which was securely rooted in the center."
"I gave Jack some twine, and scrambling up one of the curious open-air roots, he succeeded in measuring round the trunk itself, and made it out to be about eighteen yards. I saw no sort of fruit, but the foliage is thick and abundant, throwing delicious shade on the ground beneath, which is carpeted with soft green herbage, and entirely free from thorns, briars, or bushes of any kind. It is the most charming resting place that ever was seen, and I and the boys enjoyed our midday meal immensely in this glorious palace of the woods, so grateful to our senses after the glare and heat of our journey thither. The dogs joined us after a while. They had lingered behind on the seashore, and I was surprised to see them lie down and go comfortably to sleep without begging for food, as they do usually when we eat.
"I gave Jack some twine, and climbing up one of the interesting open-air roots, he managed to measure around the trunk, discovering it to be about eighteen yards. I didn’t see any fruit, but the leaves were thick and plentiful, providing nice shade on the ground below, which was covered with soft green grass and completely free from thorns, briars, or any shrubs. It was the most wonderful resting spot I had ever seen, and the boys and I really enjoyed our lunch in this beautiful woodland palace, which was so refreshing to our senses after the brightness and heat of our journey there. The dogs joined us after a while. They had stayed behind on the seashore, and I was surprised to see them lie down and comfortably fall asleep without begging for food, as they usually do when we eat."
"The longer we remained in this enchanting place, the more did it charm my fancy; and if we could but manage to live in some sort of dwelling up among the branches of those grand, noble trees, I should feel perfectly safe and happy. It seemed to me absurd to suppose we should ever find another place half so lovely, so I determined to search no further, but return to the beach and see if anything from the wreck had been cast up by the waves, which we could carry away with us.
"The longer we stayed in this amazing place, the more it captured my imagination; and if we could just find a way to live in some kind of home among the branches of those grand trees, I would feel completely safe and happy. It seemed ridiculous to think we would ever find another place that beautiful, so I decided to stop searching and head back to the beach to see if anything from the wreck had been washed up by the waves that we could take with us."
"Before starting, Jack persuaded me to sit quietly a little longer, and finish making his belt and the spike-collars for the dogs, for you must know that the child had actually been carrying the board on which these were stretched all this time, so that they should get the full benefit of the sun. As they were now quite dry, I completed them easily, and Jack girded on the belt with great pride, placing his pistols in it, and marching about in the most self-important style, while Ernest fitted the collars on the two dogs.
"Before we began, Jack convinced me to sit still a bit longer and finish making his belt and the spike collars for the dogs. You should know that he had been carrying the board with these stretched out the whole time to make sure they got plenty of sun. Now that they were completely dry, I finished them without a hassle. Jack proudly strapped on the belt, placed his pistols in it, and strutted around with a very important air, while Ernest put the collars on the two dogs."
"On reaching the shore, we found it strewed with many articles, doubtless of value, but all too heavy for us to lift. We rolled some casks, however, beyond high-water mark, and dragged a chest or two also higher on the beach; and, while doing so, observed that our dogs were busy among the rocks. They were carefully watching the crevices and pools, and every now and then would pounce downward and seize something which they swallowed with apparent relish.
"Upon reaching the shore, we discovered it covered with numerous items, likely valuable, but all too heavy for us to lift. We managed to roll a few casks beyond the high-water mark and dragged a couple of chests further up the beach. While we were doing this, we noticed our dogs were busy among the rocks. They were closely watching the crevices and pools, and every now and then, they would leap down and grab something which they swallowed with obvious enjoyment."
"'They are eating crabs,' said Jack. 'No wonder they have not seemed hungry lately.'
"'They're eating crabs,' Jack said. 'No wonder they haven't seemed hungry lately.'"
"And, sure enough, they were catching the little green crabs with which the water abounded. These, however, did not apparently entirely satisfy them.
"And, sure enough, they were catching the little green crabs that filled the water. However, these didn’t seem to fully satisfy them."
"Some time afterward, just as we were about to turn inland toward the ford, we noticed that Juno was scraping in the sand, and turning up some round substances, which she hastily devoured. Ernest went to see what these were, and reported in his calm way that the dog had found turtles' eggs.
"Some time later, just as we were about to head inland toward the ford, we saw Juno digging in the sand and unearthing some round objects, which she quickly gulped down. Ernest went to check what they were and calmly reported that the dog had found turtle eggs."
"'Oh,' cried I, 'then let us by all means share in the booty!' Mrs. Juno, however, did not at all approve of this, and it was with some difficulty that we drove her aside while we gathered a couple of dozen of eggs, stowing them in our provision bags.
"'Oh,' I exclaimed, 'then let's definitely share in the spoils!' Mrs. Juno, however, was not on board with this at all, and it took quite a bit of effort to push her aside while we collected a couple of dozen eggs, putting them into our supply bags.
"However, we hastened to the stream; and crossing it by the stepping-stones, came in sight of the landing place, where we joyfully met you.
"However, we rushed to the stream; and crossing it on the stepping-stones, we caught sight of the landing place, where we happily met you."
"Now I hope you approve of the proceedings of your exploring party, and that to-morrow you will do me the favor of packing everything up, and taking us away to live among my splendid trees."
"Now I hope you’re okay with what your exploring team has done, and that tomorrow you’ll do me the favor of packing everything up and taking us away to live among my beautiful trees."
"Aye, little wife," said I; "so that is your idea of comfort and security, is it? A tree, I do not know how many feet high, on which we are to perch and roost like the birds? If we had but wings or a balloon, it would, I own, be a capital plan."
"Aye, little wife," I said; "so that's your idea of comfort and security, huh? A tree, I have no idea how many feet high, where we’re supposed to sit and rest like birds? If only we had wings or a hot air balloon, I’ll admit, that would be a great plan."
"Laugh as much as you like," returned my wife, "my idea is not so absurd as you make it out. We should be safe up there from jackals' visits during the night. And I know I have seen at home, in Switzerland, quite a pretty arbor, with a strong floor, up among the branches of a lime tree, and we went up a staircase to reach it. Why could not we contrive a place like that, where we could sleep safely at night?"
"Laugh as much as you want," my wife replied, "my idea isn’t as crazy as you think. We’d be safe up there from jackals visiting us at night. I’ve seen a really nice treehouse back home in Switzerland, with a sturdy floor, way up in the branches of a lime tree, and we climbed a staircase to get to it. Why couldn't we create a space like that, where we could sleep safely at night?"
"I will consider the idea seriously, my wife," said I; "perhaps something may come of it, after all! Meantime, as we have finished our supper, and night is coming on, let us commend ourselves to Almighty protection and retire to rest."
"I'll think about that idea seriously, my dear," I said; "maybe something good will come of it after all! In the meantime, since we've finished dinner and night is approaching, let's entrust ourselves to God's protection and head to bed."
Beneath the shelter of our tent, we all slept soundly, like marmots, until break of day; when, my wife and I awaking, we took counsel together as to future proceedings.
Beneath the shelter of our tent, we all slept soundly, like marmots, until dawn; when my wife and I woke up, we discussed our next steps together.
"In the first place," said I, "I am unwilling hastily to quit a spot to which I am convinced we were providentially led as a landing place. See how secure it is; guarded on all sides by these high cliffs, and accessible only by the narrow passage to the ford, while from this point it is so easy to reach the ship that the whole of the valuable cargo is at our disposal. Suppose we decide to stay patiently here for the present—until, at least, we have brought on shore everything we possibly can?"
"First of all," I said, "I’m not ready to quickly leave this place that I believe we were guided to as a landing spot. Look how safe it is; protected on all sides by these tall cliffs and only reachable through the narrow path to the ford. From here, it's easy to get to the ship, so all the valuable cargo is at our fingertips. What if we choose to stay here for now—at least until we've brought everything we can onshore?"
"I agree with you to a certain extent, dear husband," replied she; "but you do not know how dreadfully the heat among the rocks tries me. It is almost intolerable to us who remain here all day, while you and Fritz are away out at sea or wandering among the shady woods, where cool fruits refresh, and fair scenes delight you. As to the contents of the ship, an immense deal has been cast ashore, and I would much rather give up all the remainder, and be spared the painful anxiety it gives me when you even talk of venturing again on the faithless deep."
"I agree with you to some extent, dear husband," she replied. "But you don't know how incredibly exhausting the heat among the rocks is for me. It's almost unbearable for those of us who stay here all day while you and Fritz are out at sea or wandering through the shady woods, where the cool fruits refresh you and the beautiful scenery brings you joy. As for the stuff from the ship, a lot of it has washed ashore, and I would much rather give up everything else and avoid the anxiety I feel when you even mention the idea of venturing out on that unpredictable sea again."
"Well, I must admit that there is much right on your side," I continued; "suppose we were to remove to your chosen abode, and make this rocky fastness our magazine and place of retreat in case of danger. I could easily render it more secure, by blasting portions of the rock with gunpowder. But a bridge must be constructed in the first place, to enable us to cross bag and baggage."
"Well, I have to say that you make some good points," I continued; "let's say we moved to your preferred place, and made this rocky stronghold our supply base and hideout in case of danger. I could easily make it more secure by blasting parts of the rock with explosives. But first, we need to build a bridge so we can cross with all our things."
"Oh, I shall be parched to death before we can leave this place if a bridge has to be made," cried my wife impatiently. "Why not just take our things on our backs and wade across as we have done already? The cow and the donkey could carry a great deal."
"Oh, I’m going to be so thirsty before we can leave this place if we have to build a bridge," my wife said impatiently. "Why not just throw our stuff on our backs and wade across like we’ve done before? The cow and the donkey can carry plenty."
"That they will have to do, in whatever fashion we make the move," said I; "but bags and baskets we must have, to put things in, and if you will turn your attention to providing those, I will set about the bridge at once. It will be wanted not once but continually; the stream will probably swell and be impassable at times, and even as it is, an accident might happen."
"That's what we'll need to do, in whatever way we decide to move," I said. "But we definitely need bags and baskets to carry things in, so if you focus on getting those, I'll start working on the bridge right away. It's going to be necessary not just once but all the time; the stream will probably rise and become impossible to cross at times, and even now, an accident could happen."
"Well! well!" cried my wife, "I submit to your opinion; only pray set about it without delay, for I long to be off. It is an excellent idea to make a strong place among the cliffs here; the gunpowder especially, I shall be delighted to see stored here when we go away, for it is frightfully dangerous to keep so much as we have close to our habitation."
"Well! well!" my wife exclaimed, "I agree with you; just please get started on it quickly because I can't wait to leave. It's a great idea to create a secure spot in the cliffs here; I'll be really glad to see the gunpowder stored here when we leave, since it's super dangerous to keep even what we have so close to our home."
"Gunpowder is indeed the most dangerous and at the same time the most useful thing we have," said I, "and for both these reasons we must be especially careful of it. In time I will hollow out a place in the rock where we can store it safe from either fire or damp."
"Gunpowder is definitely the most dangerous and at the same time the most useful thing we have," I said, "and for these reasons, we need to be especially careful with it. Eventually, I will carve out a space in the rock where we can store it safely from fire or moisture."
By this morning's consultation we had settled the weighty question of our change of abode, and also chalked out work for the day.
By this morning's meeting, we had resolved the important issue of our move and also outlined our tasks for the day.
When the children heard of the proposed move their joy was boundless; they began at once to talk of it as our "journey to the Promised Land," and only regretted that time must be "wasted," as they said, in bridge-building before it could be undertaken.
When the kids heard about the suggested move, their excitement was limitless; they immediately started referring to it as our "journey to the Promised Land," and only wished that time wouldn't be "wasted," as they put it, on bridge-building before they could get started.
Every one being impatient for breakfast that work might be begun at once, the cow and goats were milked, and, having enjoyed a comfortable meal of biscuit boiled in milk, I prepared to start for the wreck, in order to obtain planks for the proposed bridge. Ernest, as well as Fritz, accompanied me, and we were soon within the influence of the current, and were carried swiftly out to sea. Fritz was steering, and we had no sooner passed beyond the islet at the entrance of the bay, so as to come in sight of its seaward beach, than we were astonished to see a countless multitude of sea birds, gulls, and others, which rose like a cloud into the air, disturbed by our approach, and deafened us by their wild and screaming cries. Fritz caught up his gun, and would have sent a shot among them had I permitted it. I was curious to find out what could be the attraction for all this swarm of feathered fowl; and, availing myself of a fresh breeze from the sea, I set the sail and directed our course toward the island.
Everyone was eager for breakfast so we could get to work right away. The cow and goats were milked, and after enjoying a hearty meal of biscuits boiled in milk, I got ready to head to the wreck to gather planks for the planned bridge. Ernest and Fritz came with me, and we soon found ourselves caught in the current, quickly being pulled out to sea. Fritz was steering, and as soon as we passed the islet at the mouth of the bay and could see its beach, we were amazed to see a huge flock of seabirds, gulls, and others, which took to the air like a cloud, startled by our presence and filling the air with their loud, frantic cries. Fritz grabbed his gun and would have taken a shot at them if I had let him. I was curious about what was attracting all these birds, so taking advantage of the fresh breeze from the sea, I set the sail and steered our course toward the island.
The swelling sail and flying pennant charmed Ernest, while Fritz bent his keen eyes eagerly toward the sandy shore, where the flocks of birds were again settling.
The inflated sail and fluttering flag captivated Ernest, while Fritz eagerly focused his sharp eyes on the sandy shore, where the groups of birds were settling down again.
Presently he shouted: "Aha! now I see what they are after! They have got a huge monster of a fish there and a proper feast they are making! Let's have a nearer look at it, father!"
Presently he shouted: "Aha! Now I see what they're after! They've caught a massive fish and are having a real feast! Let's go take a closer look at it, Dad!"
We could not take our boat very close in, but we managed to effect a landing at a short distance from the festive scene; and, securing the raft by casting a rope round a large stone, we cautiously drew near the object of interest.
We couldn't get our boat too close, but we managed to land a bit away from the celebration; after tying the raft to a big rock with a rope, we carefully approached the main event.
It proved to be a monstrous fish on whose flesh these multitudes of birds were ravenously feeding; and it was extraordinary to watch the ferocity, the envy, the gluttony, and all manner of evil passions, exhibited among the guests at this banquet.
It turned out to be a huge fish that these countless birds were eagerly feeding on; and it was remarkable to see the aggression, jealousy, greed, and all sorts of negative emotions displayed among the guests at this feast.
"There was nothing on this sandy beach when we passed yesterday, I am certain, father," said Fritz. "It seems strange to see this creature stranded here."
"There was nothing on this sandy beach when we walked by yesterday, I’m sure, Dad," said Fritz. "It feels odd to see this creature stuck here."
"Why, Fritz!" cried Ernest, "it must be the shark! your shark, you know! I believe I can see where you hit him in the head."
"Hey, Fritz!" shouted Ernest, "it has to be the shark! Your shark, remember! I think I can see where you hit him in the head."
"You are right, I do believe, Ernest," said I, "though I think your imagination only can distinguish the gunshot wound among all the pecking and tearing of the voracious birds there. Just look, boys, at those terrific jaws, beneath the strangely projecting snout. See the rows upon rows of murderous teeth, and thank God we were delivered from them! Let us try if we can induce these greedy birds to spare us a bit of the shark's skin; it is extremely rough, and when dry may be used like a file."
"You’re right, I believe you, Ernest," I said, "although I think only your imagination can spot the gunshot wound among all the pecking and tearing of those hungry birds. Just look, guys, at those terrifying jaws under that oddly shaped snout. Look at the rows and rows of deadly teeth, and thank God we were saved from them! Let’s see if we can convince these greedy birds to give us a piece of the shark's skin; it’s really rough, and when it dries, it can be used like a file."
Ernest drew the ramrod from his gun, and charged so manfully into the crowd, that striking right and left he speedily killed several, while most of the others took to flight. Fritz detached some broad strips of skin with his knife, and we returned toward the boat.
Ernest pulled the ramrod from his gun and charged bravely into the crowd, swinging his weapon wildly as he quickly took down several people, causing most of the others to run away. Fritz cut off some large strips of skin with his knife, and we headed back toward the boat.
Perceiving with satisfaction that the shore was strewn with just the sort of boards and planks I wanted, I lost no time in collecting them; and, forming a raft to tow after us, we were in a short time able to direct our course homeward, without visiting the wreck at all. As we sailed along, extremely well pleased with our good fortune, Fritz, by my direction, nailed part of the shark's skin flat on boards to dry in the sun, and the rest on the rounded mast.
Seeing with satisfaction that the shore was covered with exactly the kind of boards and planks I needed, I quickly started gathering them. We built a raft to tow behind us, and soon we were able to head home without even stopping at the wreck. As we sailed along, quite pleased with our good luck, I instructed Fritz to nail some of the shark's skin flat on the boards to dry in the sun, and the rest on the rounded mast.
"Will that be a good plan, father?" inquired he, "it will be quite bent and crooked when it hardens."
"Do you think that's a good plan, Dad?" he asked. "It’s going to end up all bent and crooked once it sets."
"That is just what I want it to be," said I, "we may happen to find it useful in that form as well as flat. It would be beautiful shagreen if we could smooth and polish it."
"That's exactly what I want it to be," I said, "we might find it useful in that shape as well as flat. It would be beautiful shagreen if we could smooth and polish it."
"I thought," remarked Ernest, "that shagreen was made from asses' hide."
"I thought," said Ernest, "that shagreen was made from donkey skin."
"And you thought rightly," said I. "The best shagreen is prepared in Turkey, Persia, and Tartary, from the skins of horses and asses. In these skins, the roughness is produced artificially; while the skin is newly flayed and still soft, hard grains of corn are spread on the under surface, and pressed into it as it dries. These grains are afterward removed, and the roughness imparted to the appearance of the skin remains indelibly; shagreen is useful in polishing joiners' work, and it is made in France from the rough skin of a hideous creature called the angel-fish."
"And you were right," I said. "The finest shagreen comes from Turkey, Persia, and Tartary, made from the skins of horses and donkeys. The rough texture is created artificially; while the skin is still fresh and soft, hard grains of corn are applied to the underside and pressed in as it dries. Once the grains are removed, the roughness remains permanently on the skin. Shagreen is useful for polishing woodworking projects, and in France, it's made from the coarse skin of an unattractive creature known as the angel-fish."
"Angel-fish!" exclaimed Fritz; "what a name to give to anything 'hideous,' father!"
"Angel fish!" exclaimed Fritz. "What a name to give to something 'hideous,' Dad!"
"There are bad angels as well as good ones," observed Ernest, in his dry, quiet way; "it is better to leave people to see for themselves which is meant."
"There are bad angels as well as good ones," Ernest remarked in his usual dry, calm manner. "It's best to let people figure out for themselves which is which."
No one was in sight, not a sound to be heard, so with united voice we gave a loud cheery halloo, which after a while was answered in shrill tones, and the mother, with her two boys, came running from behind the rocks between us and the stream, each carrying a small bundle in a handkerchief, while little Franz held aloft a landing net.
No one was around, and there wasn't a sound to be heard, so we all shouted a cheerful hello. After a little while, we heard a high-pitched response, and the mother, along with her two boys, came running from behind the rocks that were between us and the stream, each carrying a small bundle wrapped in a handkerchief, while little Franz held up a landing net.
Our return so soon was quite unexpected, and they anxiously inquired the reason, which we soon explained; and then the mysterious bundles were opened, and a great number of fine crawfish displayed; whose efforts to escape by scuttling away in every direction, directly they were placed in a heap on the ground, caused immense fun and laughter as the boys pursued and brought them back, only to find others scrambling off in a dozen different ways.
Our return so soon was really unexpected, and they eagerly asked why, which we quickly explained. Then we opened the mysterious bundles, revealing a lot of fine crawfish; their attempts to escape by scuttling off in every direction as soon as we piled them on the ground created a ton of fun and laughter as the boys chased after them and brought them back, only to find even more trying to get away in a dozen different directions.
"Now, father, have we not done well to-day!" cried Jack, "did you ever see such splendid crawfish? Oh, there were thousands of them, and I am sure we have got two hundred here at least. Just look at their claws!"
"Hey, Dad, didn’t we do great today!" Jack exclaimed. "Have you ever seen such amazing crawfish? Oh, there were thousands of them, and I’m pretty sure we’ve got at least two hundred here. Just look at their claws!"
"No doubt you were the discoverer of these fine crabs, eh, Jack?" said I.
"No doubt you found these great crabs, right, Jack?" I said.
"No! fancy young Franz being the lucky man!" answered he. "He and I went toward the stream while mother was busy, just to look for a good place for the bridge. Franz was picking up pebbles and alabasters, some because they were so pretty, some to strike sparks with in the dark, and some, he insisted, were 'gold.' 'Jack! Jack!' cried he presently, 'come and see the crabs on Fritz's jackal!' You know we threw it away there, and to be sure it was swarming with these creatures. Are you glad we have found them, father? Will they be good to eat?"
"No! Can you believe young Franz is the lucky one!" he replied. "He and I went over to the stream while mom was busy, just to find a good spot for the bridge. Franz was picking up pebbles and alabasters, some because they were so pretty, some to make sparks in the dark, and some, he insisted, were 'gold.' 'Jack! Jack!' he called out after a bit, 'come and see the crabs on Fritz's jackal!' You know we tossed it away back there, and sure enough, it was crawling with those creatures. Are you happy we found them, dad? Do you think they'll be good to eat?"
"Very excellent, my boy, and we may be thankful that food for our wants is thus provided day by day."
"Very good, my boy, and we should be grateful that our needs are met like this every day."
When each party had related the day's adventures, and while the mother was cooking the crawfish, we went to bring our store of planks to land. Even this apparently simple operation required thought, and I had to improvise rope-harness for the cow and the donkey, by which we could make them drag each board separately from the water's edge to the margin of the stream.
When everyone had shared their stories from the day, and while Mom was cooking the crawfish, we went to to bring our stash of planks to shore. Even this seemingly simple task needed some planning, and I had to come up with a rope harness for the cow and donkey so we could have them pull each board one by one from the water's edge to the bank of the stream.
Jack showed me where he thought the bridge should be, and I certainly saw no better place, as the banks were at that point tolerably close to one another, steep, and of about equal height.
Jack showed me where he thought the bridge should go, and I really couldn’t see a better spot since the banks were pretty close together there, steep, and about the same height.
"How shall we find out if our planks are long enough to reach across?" said I. "A surveyor's table would be useful now."
"How are we supposed to know if our planks are long enough to reach across?" I said. "A surveyor's table would really help right now."
"What do you say to a ball of string, father?" said Ernest. "Tie one end to a stone, throw it across, then draw it back and measure the line!"
"What do you say to a ball of string, Dad?" said Ernest. "Tie one end to a rock, toss it over, then pull it back and measure the line!"
Adopting my son's idea, we speedily ascertained the distance across to be eighteen feet. Then allowing three feet more at each side, I calculated twenty-four feet as the necessary length of the boards.
Adopting my son's idea, we quickly determined the distance across to be eighteen feet. Then, allowing three feet more on each side, I figured that twenty-four feet would be the needed length of the boards.
The question as to how the planks were to be laid across was a difficult one. We resolved to discuss it during dinner, to which we were now summoned. And my wife, as we sat resting, displayed to me her needlework. With hard labor she had made two large canvas bags for the ass to carry. Having no suitable needle, she had been obliged to bore the hole for each stitch with a nail, and gained great praise for her ingenuity and patience. Dinner was quickly dispatched, as we were all eager to continue our engineering work. A scheme had occurred to me for conveying one end of a plank across the water, and I set about it in this way. There fortunately were one or two trees close to the stream on either side. I attached a rope pretty near one end of a beam, and slung it loosely to the tree beside us; then, fastening a long rope to the other end, I crossed with it by means of broken rocks and stones, and having a pulley and block, I soon arranged the rope on a strong limb of the opposite tree, again returning with the end to our own side.
The question of how to lay the planks was a tough one. We decided to talk it over during dinner, which we were just called to. As we sat and relaxed, my wife showed me her needlework. With a lot of effort, she had made two large canvas bags for the donkey to carry. Since she didn’t have the right needle, she had to use a nail to make the hole for each stitch, earning her a lot of praise for her creativity and patience. Dinner went quickly because we were all eager to get back to our engineering project. I had come up with a plan for getting one end of a plank across the water, so I started working on it. Luckily, there were one or two trees on either side of the stream. I tied a rope to one end of a beam and loosely attached it to the nearby tree; then, I secured a long rope to the other end, crossed using broken rocks and stones, and with a pulley and block, I quickly set up the rope on a strong limb of the opposite tree, then came back with the end to our side.
Now putting my idea to the proof, I brought the ass and the cow, and fastening this rope to the harness I had previously contrived for them, I drove them steadily away from the bank. To my great satisfaction, and the surprise and delight of the boys, the end of the plank which had been laid alongside the stream began gently to move, rose higher, turned, and soon projecting over the water, continued to advance, until, having described the segment of a circle, it reached the opposite bank; I stopped my team, the plank rested on the ground, the bridge was made! So at least thought Fritz and Jack, who in a moment were lightly running across the narrow way, shouting joyfully as they sprang to the other side.
Now putting my idea to the test, I brought the donkey and the cow, and attached this rope to the harness I had made for them. I guided them steadily away from the bank. To my great satisfaction, and the surprise and delight of the boys, the end of the plank that had been laid next to the stream started to move gently, rose higher, turned, and soon extended over the water, continuing to advance until it described a segment of a circle and reached the opposite bank. I stopped my team, the plank rested on the ground, the bridge was complete! At least that's what Fritz and Jack thought, who in a moment were running across the narrow path, joyfully shouting as they jumped to the other side.
Our way was now comparatively easy. A second and third plank were laid beside the first; and when these were carefully secured at each end to the ground and to the trees, we very quickly laid short boards side by side across the beams, the boys nailing them lightly down as I sawed them in lengths; and when this was done, our bridge was pronounced complete. Nothing could exceed the excitement of the children. They danced to and fro on the wonderful structure, singing, shouting, and cutting the wildest capers.
Our path was now much easier. We placed a second and third plank next to the first; and after securely fastening them at each end to the ground and trees, we quickly laid short boards side by side across the beams, with the boys lightly nailing them down as I cut them to length. Once this was finished, our bridge was declared complete. The excitement of the children was unmatched. They danced back and forth on the amazing structure, singing, shouting, and doing the craziest moves.
I must confess I heartily sympathized with their triumphant feelings.
I have to admit I completely understood and shared in their triumphant feelings.
Now that the work was done, we began to feel how much we were fatigued, and gladly returned to our tent for refreshment and repose.
Now that the work was finished, we started to feel just how tired we were, and we happily went back to our tent for some food and rest.
Next morning, while we breakfasted, I made a little speech to my sons on the subject of the important move we were about to make, wishing to impress them with a sense of the absolute necessity of great caution.
Next morning, while we had breakfast, I gave a short speech to my sons about the important move we were about to make, wanting to stress the need for extreme caution.
"Remember," said I, "that, although you all begin to feel very much at your ease here, we are yet complete strangers to a variety of dangers which may surprise us unawares. I charge you, therefore, to maintain good order, and keep together on the march. No darting off into by-ways, Jack. No lingering behind to philosophize, Ernest. And now all hands to work."
"Remember," I said, "that even though you all are starting to feel comfortable here, we are still complete strangers to many dangers that might catch us off guard. I urge you to keep things orderly and stay together while we march. No running off into side paths, Jack. No lagging behind to ponder, Ernest. Now, let’s all get to work."
The greatest activity instantly prevailed in our camp. Some collected provisions, others packed kitchen utensils, tools, ropes, and hammocks, arranging them as burdens for the cow and ass. My wife pleaded for a seat on the latter for her little Franz, and assuring me likewise that she could not possibly leave the poultry, even for a night, nor exist an hour without her magic bag, I agreed to do my best to please her, without downright cruelty to the animals.
The biggest hustle and bustle took over our camp. Some people gathered supplies, while others packed cooking tools, gear, ropes, and hammocks, organizing them as loads for the cow and donkey. My wife asked for a spot on the donkey for our little Franz, and she insisted that she couldn't possibly leave the chickens, even for a night, nor survive an hour without her magic bag. I agreed to do my best to make her happy, without being outright harsh to the animals.
Away ran the children to catch the cocks and hens. Great chasing, fluttering, and cackling ensued; but with no success whatever, until the mother recalled her panting sons; and scattering some handfuls of grain within the open tent, soon decoyed the fowls and pigeons into the enclosure; where, when the curtain was dropped, they were easily caught, tied together, and placed on the cow. This amiable and phlegmatic animal had stood calmly chewing the cud, while package after package was disposed on her broad back, nor did she now object even to this noisy addition to her load. I placed a couple of half-hoops over all; and, spreading sailcloth on them, put the fowls in darkness, and they rapidly became quiet; and the cow, with the appearance of having a small wagon on her back, was ready to start.
The kids ran off to catch the chickens and roosters. There was a lot of chasing, flapping, and squawking, but no luck at all, until their mother called back her tired sons. She spread some handfuls of grain in the open tent, which quickly lured the birds and pigeons into the enclosure. Once the curtain was closed, they were easily caught, tied together, and placed on the cow. This calm and unbothered animal stood there chewing her food while package after package was piled on her broad back, and she didn’t seem to mind this noisy addition to her load. I put a couple of half-hoops over everything, covered them with sailcloth, and put the birds in darkness, which made them quiet down quickly. The cow, looking like she had a small wagon on her back, was ready to go.
Franz was firmly seated on the ass, amidst bags and bundles of all sorts and sizes; they rose about him like cushions and pillows, and his curly head rested on the precious magic bag, which surmounted all the rest.
Franz was firmly seated on the donkey, surrounded by bags and bundles of all kinds and sizes; they surrounded him like cushions and pillows, and his curly head rested on the precious magic bag, which was on top of everything else.
Having filled the tent with the things we left behind, closing it carefully, and ranging chests and casks around it, we were finally ready to be off, each well equipped and in the highest spirits.
Having packed the tent with our leftover belongings, securing it carefully, and arranging chests and barrels around it, we were finally set to go, each of us well-equipped and in great spirits.
Fritz and his mother led the van.
Fritz and his mom led the van.
Franz (the young cavalier) and the sober-minded cow followed them closely.
Franz (the young knight) and the serious cow followed them closely.
Jack conducted the goats; one of these had also a rider, for Knips,[A] the monkey, was seated on his foster-mother, whose patience was sorely tried by his restlessness and playful tricks.
Jack led the goats; one of them also had a rider, because Knips,[A] the monkey, was perched on his foster-mother, whose patience was really tested by his constant energy and playful antics.
[A] German, Knipps, a mannikin.
German, Knipps, a mannequin.
The sheep were under Ernest's care, and I brought up the rear of this patriarchal band, while the dogs kept constantly running backward and forward in the character of aides-de-camp.
The sheep were in Ernest's care, and I followed behind this group of elders, while the dogs kept darting back and forth as helpers.
"We seem delightfully like those simple and pastoral tribes I have read of," said Ernest, as we proceeded, "whose whole lives are spent in shifting from place to place, without any wish to settle."
"We seem wonderfully similar to those simple, rural tribes I've read about," said Ernest as we continued, "whose entire lives are spent moving from one place to another, without any desire to settle down."
"Yes," said I. "Among the Arabs, Tartars, and some other Eastern nations, this mode of life is natural. They for that reason are called Nomads.
"Yes," I said. "For the Arabs, Tartars, and some other Eastern nations, this way of life is normal. That's why they’re called Nomads."
"These tribes are amply provided with camels and horses, and effect their journeys more quickly and conveniently than we are likely to do with these deliberate quadrupeds of ours. Whatever you young folks may think, I suspect your mother and I will be quite satisfied with one such undertaking. At least I hope she will be contented with the nest she intends me to build for her up in her wonderful trees."
"These tribes have plenty of camels and horses, allowing them to travel much faster and more conveniently than we probably can with our slow animals. No matter what you young people might think, I believe your mother and I will be perfectly fine with just one such adventure. At least I hope she will be happy with the nest she wants me to build for her in those amazing trees."
With honest pride I introduced my wife to my bridge, and after receiving from her what I considered well-merited praise for my skill in its construction, we passed over it in grand procession, re-enforced unexpectedly on the opposite side by the arrival of our cross-grained old sow. The perverse creature had obstinately resisted our attempts to bring her with us, but finding herself deserted, had followed of her own accord, testifying in the most unmistakable manner, by angry grunts and squeals, her entire disapproval of our proceedings.
With genuine pride, I introduced my wife to my bridge, and after receiving what I thought was well-deserved praise for my craftsmanship, we walked across it in a grand procession, unexpectedly joined on the other side by our cantankerous old sow. The stubborn animal had stubbornly refused our efforts to bring her along, but finding herself left behind, she followed on her own, clearly expressing her complete disapproval of our actions with angry grunts and squeals.
On the firm open sands we were making good way, when, to my annoyance, both our dogs suddenly left us, and springing into the thick cover to our right, commenced a furious barking, following by howling as if in fear and violent pain.
On the solid open sands, we were making good progress when, to my frustration, both our dogs suddenly left us. They leaped into the dense brush to our right and started barking furiously, followed by howling as if they were scared and in serious pain.
Not for a moment doubting that some dangerous animal was at hand, I hastened to the spot, remarking as I went the characteristic behavior of my three sons.
Not for a second doubting that a dangerous animal was nearby, I rushed to the scene, noting the typical behavior of my three sons as I moved.
Fritz cocked his gun and advanced boldly, but with caution.
Fritz loaded his gun and moved forward confidently, but carefully.
Ernest looked disconcerted, and drew back, but got ready to fire.
Ernest looked unsettled and stepped back but prepared to shoot.
While Jack hurried after Fritz without so much as unslinging his gun from his shoulders.
While Jack rushed after Fritz without even taking his gun off his shoulders.
Before I could come up with them, I heard Jack shouting excitedly,
Before I could think of them, I heard Jack shouting excitedly,
"Father! father! come quickly! a huge porcupine! a most enormous porcupine!"
"Father! Dad! Come quick! A huge porcupine! A really enormous porcupine!"
Sure enough, the dogs were rushing round and round a porcupine, and having attempted to seize it, were already severely wounded by its quills. Each time they came near, the creature, with a rattling noise, bristled up its spines.
Sure enough, the dogs were running around a porcupine, and after trying to catch it, they were already badly hurt by its quills. Every time they got close, the creature would make a rattling sound and raise its spines.
Somewhat to my amusement, while we were looking at the curious defence this creature was making, little Jack stepped close up to it, with a pocket pistol in his hand, and shot it dead, making sure of it by a couple of heavy raps on the head, and then giving way to a burst of boyish exultation, he called upon us to help to convey his prize to his mother. This it was by no means easy to do. Sundry attempts resulted in bloody fingers, till Jack, taking his pocket handkerchief, and fastening one corner round its neck, ran off, dragging it after him to where his mother awaited us.
Somewhat amusingly, while we were watching the strange defense this creature was putting up, little Jack stepped right up to it with a pocket pistol in hand and shot it dead. After making sure it was really gone with a couple of solid knocks on its head, he burst into boyish cheers and called us to help him bring his prize to his mother. This turned out to be quite a challenge. Several attempts ended with bloody fingers until Jack took his pocket handkerchief, tied one corner around its neck, and ran off, dragging it behind him to where his mother was waiting for us.
Ernest, examining it carefully, pronounced its incisor teeth, its ears and feet, to resemble those of the human race, and pointed out the curious crest of stiff hairs on its head and neck.
Ernest, looking at it closely, noted that its incisor teeth, ears, and feet resembled those of humans, and he highlighted the interesting crest of stiff hairs on its head and neck.
"I have read of another species," said he, "called the tuft-tailed porcupine, which must be even more curious looking than this is. It has short, flat quills, and a scaly tail ending in an extraordinary tuft, like a bunch of narrow strips of parchment. It cannot be such a disagreeable enemy to encounter as this fellow."
"I’ve heard about another species," he said, "called the tuft-tailed porcupine, which must look even more unusual than this one. It has short, flat quills and a scaly tail that ends in a weird tuft, like a bunch of thin strips of parchment. It shouldn’t be as unpleasant to run into as this guy."
"Were you not afraid, Jack," asked I, "lest the porcupine should cast some of his quills like darts at you?"
"Weren't you afraid, Jack," I asked, "that the porcupine might shoot some of its quills at you like darts?"
"Of course not," returned he, "I know well enough that is nothing but a fable!"
"Of course not," he replied, "I know very well that’s just a fable!"
"A fable!" said I; "why, look at your mother! she is drawing five or six spines out of each of the dogs!"
"A fable!" I said; "just look at your mom! She's pulling five or six quills out of each of the dogs!"
"Ah, those stuck into them when they so fiercely fell upon it in their attack. Those are the short quills, and seem very slightly fixed in its skin. The long quills bent aside when Juno pressed against them."
"Ah, those that got stuck in them when they charged at it so fiercely during their attack. Those are the short quills, and they seem only slightly embedded in its skin. The long quills bent to the side when Juno pressed against them."
"You are perfectly right, my boy," said I; "there is no truth in the old idea of shooting out the spines. But now, shall we leave this prickly booty of yours, or attempt to take it with us?"
"You’re absolutely right, my boy," I said; "there’s no truth in the old idea of shooting out the spines. So, what do you think—should we leave this prickly treasure of yours, or try to take it with us?"
"Oh, please father, let us take it! Why, it is good to eat!"
"Oh, please dad, let us have it! It's delicious!"
Smiling at the child's eagerness, and willing to please him, I made a somewhat awkward bundle of the porcupine, wrapping it in several folds of cloth, and added it to the donkey's load.
Smiling at the child's excitement and wanting to make him happy, I made a bit of a clumsy bundle of the porcupine, wrapping it in several layers of cloth, and added it to the donkey's load.
Our party then resumed the march, which, with little interruption, was continued steadily, until we came in sight of our future place of residence.
Our group then continued the march, which, with minimal interruption, went on steadily until we saw our future home in the distance.
The wonderful appearance of the enormous trees, and the calm beauty of the spot altogether, fully came up to the enthusiastic description which had been given me. And my wife gladly heard me say that, if an abode could be contrived among the branches, it would be the safest and most charming home in the world.
We hastily unloaded the ass and cow, securing them, as well as the sheep and goats, by tying their forefeet loosely together. The doves and poultry were set at liberty, and we sat down to rest among the soft herbage while we laid our plans for the night.
We quickly unloaded the donkey and cow, tying their front legs loosely together for safety, along with the sheep and goats. We released the doves and chickens, then settled down on the soft grass to rest while we made our plans for the night.
Fritz soon left us, but presently two shots were fired, and he appeared holding a fine tiger cat by the hind legs, which, with the intensest delight, he exhibited to each in turn.
Fritz soon left us, but shortly after, two shots rang out, and he came back holding a beautiful tiger cat by the back legs, proudly showing it off to each of us in turn with the greatest excitement.
"Well done, Fritz!" cried I. "Our cocks and hens would have had an unfortunate night of it but for this lucky shot of yours. It is to be hoped he has left no companion near at hand. You must be on the lookout."
"Great job, Fritz!" I exclaimed. "Our roosters and hens would have had a rough night if it weren't for your lucky shot. Let's hope he didn't leave any friends nearby. You need to stay alert."
"How curious it seems," remarked Ernest, "that God should create hurtful animals like this."
"How strange it is," Ernest said, "that God would create harmful animals like this."
"To our feeble and narrow vision many of the ways of the Infinite and Eternal Mind are incomprehensible," I replied. "What our limited reason cannot grasp, let us be content to acknowledge as the workings of Almighty power and wisdom, and thankfully trust in that 'Rock,' which, were it not higher than we, would afford no sense of security to the immortal soul. That animals should prey upon one another is a means of preserving a due balance in the world of nature, and in many ways these beasts of prey are also useful to man. What beautiful and warm furs are procured by hunters just in those countries where no other covering would defend the inhabitants from the wintery cold!—as, for instance, the skins of bears, wolverines, and arctic foxes, wild cats, and many others."
"To our limited and narrow understanding, many of the ways of the Infinite and Eternal Mind are beyond our grasp," I replied. "What our restricted reason can't comprehend, let's accept as the work of Almighty power and wisdom, and trust in that 'Rock,' which, if it weren’t greater than us, wouldn’t provide any sense of security to the immortal soul. The fact that animals hunt each other helps maintain balance in the natural world, and in many ways, these predators are also beneficial to humans. Just look at the beautiful and warm furs that hunters obtain in those regions where no other clothing can protect people from the harsh winter cold!—like the skins of bears, wolverines, arctic foxes, wildcats, and many others."
"The skin of the seal, or sea dog, is also valuable," said Ernest.
"The skin of the seal, or sea dog, is also valuable," said Ernest.
"Observing that something moved among the branches," said he, "I went softly around the tree with my gun, and making sure the creature was a wild cat, I fired and brought it down. It was severely wounded, but, rising in a fury, it attempted to climb the tree, when I, luckily having a loaded pistol, gave it a quietus. And do tell me, father, what sort of a cat it is."
"Noticing something moving in the branches," he said, "I quietly circled the tree with my gun and confirmed it was a wild cat before I fired and brought it down. It was badly injured, but, in a rage, it tried to climb the tree. Fortunately, since I had a loaded pistol, I finished it off. Now, tell me, father, what kind of cat is it?"
"It is a mercy the brute did not fly at your throat instead of attempting to escape," said I. "It belongs to a fierce and bloodthirsty race—that of the ocelots or tiger cats, natives of the tropical parts of America. I should say this was a margay, and it would have proved a cruel foe, not only of our poultry, but also of our sheep and goats. I am well pleased that you have rid us of it."
"It’s a good thing the beast didn’t go for your throat instead of trying to get away," I said. "It’s part of a fierce and bloodthirsty species—the ocelots or tiger cats, which are found in the tropical regions of America. I’d say this one was a margay, and it would’ve been a ruthless enemy, not just to our chickens, but also to our sheep and goats. I’m really glad you got rid of it."
"May I have the beautiful skin, father? And will you tell me what will be the best use to make of it?"
"Can I have the beautiful skin, Dad? And will you tell me what the best way to use it will be?"
"I advise you to skin the animal very carefully, and of the handsome black and yellow tail make a hunting-belt for yourself. The paws—let me see—why, I fancy the paws might be made famous cases for knife, fork and spoon, and look well hanging from the belt. The skin of the body you had better preserve until you find some suitable use for it."
"I suggest you carefully skin the animal, and use the beautiful black and yellow tail to make yourself a hunting belt. As for the paws—I'm thinking they could be turned into stylish cases for a knife, fork, and spoon, which would look great hanging from the belt. It’s best to keep the skin of the body until you find a good use for it."
"Oh, father, what a splendid plan!" cried Jack; "do tell me some good use for my porcupine."
"Oh, Dad, what a great idea!" shouted Jack. "Please tell me a good use for my porcupine."
"I think its feet may make cases also; at least, you may try. The quills, I am sure, may be used for packing needles, and for tipping arrows, and I should try to make defensive armor for the dogs out of the rest. They may fall in with foes more dangerous than any we have yet seen."
"I think its feet might be useful for making cases too; at least, it's worth a try. The quills, for sure, can be used for packing needles and for fletching arrows, and I would try to make protective gear for the dogs from the rest. They could encounter enemies that are more dangerous than any we've seen so far."
"To be sure, father, the very thing!" shouted Jack, in high glee. "I have seen pictures of boar hunts, in which the dogs were protected by a sort of leather coat of mail. That will be grand!"
"Absolutely, Dad, that's it!" shouted Jack, filled with excitement. "I've seen pictures of boar hunts where the dogs wore these leather protective vests. That’s going to be amazing!"
Ernest, meanwhile, was fetching large flat stones in order to form a fireplace, while Franz gathered sticks, as his mother was anxious to prepare some food.
Ernest, meanwhile, was picking up large flat stones to make a fireplace, while Franz collected sticks since his mother was eager to cook some food.
"What sort of a tree do you suppose this to be, father?" inquired Ernest, seeing me examining that under which we were encamping. "Is not the leaf something like the walnut?"
"What kind of tree do you think this is, Dad?" Ernest asked as he noticed me looking at the one we were camping under. "Doesn't the leaf look a bit like a walnut?"
"There is a resemblance, but in my opinion these gigantic trees must be mangroves or wild figs. I have heard their enormous height described, and also the peculiarity of the arching roots supporting the main trunk raised above the soil."
"There is a similarity, but I think these massive trees must be mangroves or wild figs. I've heard people talk about their incredible height, and also the unusual arching roots that support the main trunk lifted off the ground."
Just then little Franz came up with a large bundle of sticks, and his mouth full of something he was eating with evident satisfaction.
Just then, little Franz came over with a big bundle of sticks, his mouth full of something he was eating with obvious enjoyment.
"Oh, mother!" cried he, "this is so good! So delicious!"
"Oh, mom!" he exclaimed, "this is so good! So delicious!"
"Greedy little boy!" exclaimed she in a fright. "What have you got there? Don't swallow it, whatever you do. Very likely it is poisonous! Spit it all out this minute!" And the anxious mother quickly extracted from the rosy little mouth the remains of a small fig.
"Greedy little boy!" she exclaimed in alarm. "What do you have there? Don't swallow it, whatever you do. It could be poisonous! Spit it out right now!" And the worried mother quickly pulled the leftover bits of a small fig from the rosy little mouth.
"Where did you find this?" said I.
"Where did you get this?" I asked.
"There are thousands lying among the grass yonder," replied the little boy. "They taste very nice. I thought poison was nasty. Do you think they will hurt me? The pigeons and the hens are gobbling them up with all their might and main, papa!"
"There are thousands lying in the grass over there," replied the little boy. "They taste really good. I thought poison was gross. Do you think they’ll hurt me? The pigeons and the hens are devouring them like crazy, dad!"
"I think you have no cause for alarm, dear wife," I said. "The trees seem to be the fig-bearing mangrove of the Antilles. But remember, Franz, you must never eat anything without first showing it to me, never mind how good it seems. If birds and monkeys eat a fruit or vegetable, it is usually safe to believe it wholesome," added I, turning to the other boys, who, instantly taking the hint, coaxed Franz to give them the figs he still had in his pocket, and ran to offer them to Knips, who was closely watching the skinning of the tiger cat and porcupine, apparently giving his opinion on the subject with much chattering and gesticulation.
"I think there's no need to worry, dear wife," I said. "The trees appear to be the fig-bearing mangrove of the Antilles. But remember, Franz, you should never eat anything without first showing it to me, no matter how good it looks. If birds and monkeys eat a fruit or vegetable, it's usually safe to assume it's good for you," I added, turning to the other boys, who quickly caught on and coaxed Franz to give them the figs he still had in his pocket and ran to offer them to Knips, who was closely watching the skinning of the tiger cat and porcupine, seemingly sharing his thoughts on the matter with a lot of chatter and hand gestures.
"Here, Knips, allow me to present you with a fig!" cried Jack, holding one out to the funny little creature.
"Here, Knips, let me give you a fig!" shouted Jack, extending one toward the quirky little creature.
Knips took it readily, and after turning it about, and sniffing and smelling it, he popped it into his mouth, with such a droll grimace of delight and satisfaction that the boys all laughed and clapped their hands, crying "Bravo, Knips! you know a good thing when you see it, don't you, old fellow! Hurrah!"
Knips accepted it eagerly, and after examining it closely, sniffing it, he popped it into his mouth. His funny expression of delight and satisfaction made the boys laugh and clap their hands, shouting, "Bravo, Knips! You know a good thing when you see it, don’t you, buddy! Hurrah!"
My wife, with her mind set at rest on the question of the figs, now continued her preparations for dinner.
My wife, feeling relieved about the fig situation, continued her dinner preparations.
The flesh of the margay was given to the dogs, but part of the porcupine was put on the fire to boil, while we reserved the rest for roasting.
The margay's meat was given to the dogs, but some of the porcupine was set on the fire to boil, while we kept the rest for roasting.
I employed myself in contriving needles for my wife's work, by boring holes at one end of the quills, which I did by means of a red hot nail, and I soon had a nice packet of various sizes, which pleased her immensely. I also laid plans for making proper harness for our beasts of burden, but could not attempt to begin that while so many wants more pressing demanded attention.
I focused on making needles for my wife's work by drilling holes at one end of the quills using a red-hot nail. Soon, I had a nice collection of different sizes that she really liked. I also planned to make proper harnesses for our working animals, but I couldn't start that because there were so many other pressing needs that required my attention.
We examined the different trees, and chose one which seemed most suited to our purpose. The branches spread at a great height above us, and I made the boys try if it were possible to throw sticks or stones over one of these, my intention being to construct a rope ladder if we could once succeed in getting a string across a strong bough.
We looked at various trees and picked one that seemed best for what we needed. The branches stood tall above us, and I had the boys see if they could throw sticks or stones over one of them. My plan was to build a rope ladder if we could manage to get a string across a sturdy branch.
Finding we could not succeed in that way, I resolved other schemes in my mind, and meantime went with Jack and Fritz to a small brook close by, where I showed them how to place the skins to steep and soften in the water, with stones placed on them to keep them beneath the surface.
Finding we could not succeed that way, I came up with other plans in my mind, and in the meantime, I went with Jack and Fritz to a small stream nearby, where I showed them how to soak the skins in the water, using stones to weigh them down and keep them submerged.
Leaving my wife engaged in making a set of harness for the ass and cow, whose strength I intended to employ the following day in drawing the beams up to our tree, I walked down with Fritz and Ernest to the beach to look for wood suitable for building our new abode, and also to discover, if possible, some light rods to form a ladder. For some time we hunted in vain, nothing but rough drift wood was to be seen, utterly unfit for our purpose. Ernest at length pointed out a quantity of bamboos, half buried in the sand. These were exactly what I wanted, and stripping them of their leaves I cut them into lengths of about five feet each; these I bound in bundles to carry to the tree, and then began to look about for some slight reeds to serve as arrows.
Leaving my wife busy making a harness for the donkey and cow, whose strength I planned to use the next day to pull the beams up to our tree, I walked down with Fritz and Ernest to the beach to look for wood suitable for building our new home, and also to find some light rods to make a ladder. For a while, we searched in vain; all we could see was rough driftwood, completely useless for our needs. Eventually, Ernest spotted a bunch of bamboos half-buried in the sand. They were exactly what I needed, so I stripped off the leaves and cut them into lengths of about five feet each. I bundled them up to carry back to the tree and then started looking for some thin reeds to use as arrows.
I presently saw what I required in a copse at a little distance. We advanced cautiously lest the thicket should contain some wild beast or venomous serpent. Juno rushed ahead; as she did so a flock of flamingoes, which had been quietly feeding, rose in the air. Fritz, instantly firing, brought a couple of the birds to the ground, the rest of the squadron sailing away in perfect order, their plumage continually changing, as they flew, from beautiful rose to pure white, as alternately their snowy wings and rosy breasts were visible. One of those which fell was perfectly dead, but the other appeared only slightly wounded in the wing, for it made off across the swampy ground. I attempted to follow, but soon found that progress was impossible on the marsh; Juno, however, chased the bird and, seizing it, speedily brought it to my feet. Fritz and Ernest were delighted at the sight of our prize.
I currently spotted what I needed in a thicket not too far away. We moved carefully in case the dense brush hid some wild animal or poisonous snake. Juno dashed ahead, and as she did, a group of flamingos that had been quietly feeding took off into the air. Fritz quickly fired his shot, bringing down a couple of the birds, while the rest of the flock flew away in perfect formation, their feathers shifting beautifully from rose to pure white as their snowy wings and rosy breasts alternated in view. One of the birds that fell was completely dead, but the other seemed only slightly hurt in the wing, as it made its escape across the muddy ground. I tried to follow, but soon realized it was impossible to move through the marsh; however, Juno chased the bird and quickly brought it back to me. Fritz and Ernest were thrilled to see our catch.
"What a handsome bird!" exclaimed they. "Is it much hurt? Let us tame it and let it run about with the fowls."
"What a beautiful bird!" they exclaimed. "Is it hurt badly? Let's tame it and let it roam with the chickens."
"Yes," said Ernest, "this is a full grown bird, while yours is younger; it is some years before they reach perfection. See what long active legs it has, like those of a stork, while with its great webbed feet it can swim faster than a goose. Earth, air, or water is all the same to the flamingo, it is equally at home in any one of the three."
"Yes," said Ernest, "this is a fully grown bird, while yours is younger; it takes a few years for them to reach their prime. Look at its long, strong legs, like those of a stork, and with its big webbed feet, it can swim faster than a goose. The flamingo is just as comfortable on land, in the air, or in the water; it fits in perfectly in any of the three."
"Well," said Fritz, "let us take the dead one to mother and get her to introduce it to the other element, and see what it will make of that; if it is young and tender, as you say, it should make a delicious roast."
"Well," said Fritz, "let's take the dead one to Mom and have her introduce it to the other element, and see what it makes of that; if it’s young and tender, like you say, it should make a delicious roast."
Fritz and Ernest then carried the birds and bamboos to the trees, while I proceeded to cut my reeds. I chose those which had flowered, knowing that they were harder, and having cut a sufficient quantity of these, I selected one or two of the tallest canes I could find to assist me in measuring the height of the tree. I then bound them together and returned to my family.
Fritz and Ernest then took the birds and bamboos to the trees, while I started cutting my reeds. I picked the ones that had flowered, knowing they were tougher, and after cutting enough of those, I chose one or two of the tallest canes I could find to help me measure the height of the tree. I then tied them together and went back to my family.
"Do you mean to keep this great hungry bird Fritz has brought?" said my wife, "it is another mouth to feed, remember, and provisions are still scarce."
"Are you really planning to keep this big hungry bird that Fritz has brought?" my wife said. "It's one more mouth to feed, and remember, supplies are still limited."
"Luckily," I replied, "the flamingo will not eat grain like our poultry, but will be quite satisfied with insects, fish, and little crabs, which it will pick up for itself. Pray reassure yourself, therefore, and let me see to the poor bird's wound."
"Fortunately," I replied, "the flamingo won't eat grain like our chickens, but will be perfectly happy with insects, fish, and small crabs, which it will find for itself. So please put your mind at ease, and let me take care of the poor bird's injury."
So saying, I procured some wine and butter and anointed the wing, which though hurt was not broken. I bound it up, and then took the bird to the stream, where I fastened it by a long cord to a stake and left it to shift for itself. In a few days the wound was healed, and the bird, subdued by kind treatment, became rapidly tame.
So saying, I got some wine and butter and treated the wing, which, although injured, wasn't broken. I wrapped it up, and then took the bird to the stream, where I tied it with a long cord to a stake and left it to manage on its own. In a few days, the wound was healed, and the bird, warmed by gentle care, quickly became tame.
While I was thus employed my sons were endeavoring to ascertain the height of the lowest branch of the tree from the ground. They had fastened together the long reeds I had brought, and were trying to measure the distance with them, but in vain; they soon found that were the rods ten times their length they could not touch the branch.
While I was busy with that, my sons were trying to figure out how high the lowest branch of the tree was from the ground. They had tied together the long reeds I had brought and were attempting to measure the distance with them, but it didn’t work; they quickly realized that even if the rods were ten times their length, they still couldn't reach the branch.
"Hullo, my boys," I said, when I discovered what they were about, "that is not the way to set to work. Geometry will simplify the operation considerably; with its help the altitude of the highest mountains are ascertained. We may, therefore, easily find the height of the branch."
"Hellо, guys," I said when I realized what they were doing, "that’s not how to get started. Geometry will make things a lot easier; with it, you can find out the height of the tallest mountains. So, we can easily figure out the height of the branch."
So saying, I measured out a certain distance from the base of the tree and marked the spot, and then by means of a rod whose length I knew, and imaginary lines, I calculated the angle subtended by the trunk of the tree from the ground to the root of the branch. This done, I was able to discover the height required, and, to the astonishment of the younger children, announced that we should henceforth live thirty feet above the ground. This I wanted to know, that I might construct a ladder of the necessary length.
So saying, I measured a certain distance from the base of the tree and marked the spot. Using a rod of known length and imaginary lines, I calculated the angle formed by the trunk of the tree from the ground to the root of the branch. Once that was done, I figured out the height needed and, to the astonishment of the younger kids, announced that we would be living thirty feet above the ground from then on. I wanted to know this so I could build a ladder of the right length.
Telling Fritz to collect all our cord, and the others to roll all the twine into a ball, I sat down, and taking the reeds, speedily manufactured half a dozen arrows and feathered them from the dead flamingo. I then took a strong bamboo, bent it, and strung it so as to form a bow. When the boys saw what I had done they were delighted, and begged to have the pleasure of firing the first shot.
Telling Fritz to gather all our cord and asking the others to roll all the twine into a ball, I sat down and quickly made half a dozen arrows from the reeds, feathering them with the feathers of the dead flamingo. I then grabbed a sturdy bamboo, bent it, and strung it to create a bow. When the boys saw what I had made, they were thrilled and eagerly asked if they could take the first shot.
"No, no!" said I, "I did not make this for mere pleasure, nor is it even intended as a weapon, the arrows are pointless. Elizabeth," I continued to my wife, "can you supply me with a ball of stout thread from your wonderful bag?"
"No, no!" I said, "I didn’t make this just for fun, and it's not meant to be a weapon; the arrows are just for show. Elizabeth," I went on to my wife, "can you get me a ball of strong thread from your amazing bag?"
"Certainly," replied she, "I think a ball of thread was the first thing to enter the bag," and diving her hand deep in, she drew out the very thing I wanted.
"Sure," she replied, "I think a ball of thread was the first thing that went into the bag," and reaching deep inside, she pulled out exactly what I needed.
"Now, boys," I said, "I am going to fire the first shot," and I fastened one end of the thread to one of my arrows and aimed at a large branch above me. The arrow flew upward and bore the thread over the branch and fell at our feet. Thus was the first step in our undertaking accomplished. Now for the rope ladder!
"Alright, guys," I said, "I'm going to take the first shot," and I attached one end of the thread to one of my arrows and aimed at a big branch above me. The arrow shot up, carried the thread over the branch, and fell at our feet. This was the first step in our mission completed. Now for the rope ladder!
Fritz had obtained two coils of cord, each about forty feet in length; these we stretched on the ground side by side; then Fritz cut the bamboos into pieces of two feet for the steps of the ladder, and as he handed them to me, I passed them through knots which I had prepared in the ropes, while Jack fixed each end with a nail driven through the wood. When the ladder was finished, I carried over the bough a rope by which it might be hauled up. This done, I fixed the lower end of the ladder firmly to the ground by means of stakes, and was all ready for an ascent. The boys, who had been watching me with intense interest, were each eager to be first.
Fritz had gotten two coils of rope, each about forty feet long; we laid them out side by side on the ground. Then Fritz cut the bamboo into two-foot pieces for the ladder steps, and as he handed them to me, I threaded them through the loops I had made in the ropes, while Jack secured each end with a nail hammered into the wood. Once the ladder was complete, I carried a rope over the branch to pull it up. After that, I secured the bottom of the ladder to the ground with stakes, getting everything ready for the climb. The boys, who had been watching me with great interest, were all excited to be the first to go up.
"Jack shall have the honor," said I, "as he is the lightest; so up with you, my boy, and do not break your neck."
"Jack will have the honor," I said, "since he's the lightest; so get up, my boy, and be careful not to break your neck."
Jack, who was as active as a monkey, sprang up the ladder and quickly gained the top.
Jack, who was as energetic as a monkey, jumped up the ladder and quickly reached the top.
"Three cheers for the nest!" he exclaimed, waving his cap. "Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah for our jolly nest! What a grand house we will have up here; come along, Fritz!"
"Three cheers for the nest!" he shouted, waving his cap. "Hooray, hooray, hooray for our awesome nest! What a fantastic place we're going to have up here; come on, Fritz!"
His brother was soon by his side, and with a hammer and nails secured the ladder yet more securely. I followed with an ax, and took a survey of the tree. It was admirably suited to our purpose; the branches were very strong and so closely interwoven that no beams would be required to form a flooring, but when some of the boughs were lopped and cleared away, a few planks would be quite sufficient.
His brother quickly joined him, and with a hammer and nails, secured the ladder even more firmly. I followed with an ax and assessed the tree. It was perfectly suited for our needs; the branches were very strong and so tightly woven that no beams were needed to create a floor. However, once some of the branches were trimmed and cleared away, a few planks would be more than enough.
I now called for a pulley, which my wife fastened to the cord hanging beside the ladder. I hauled it up, and finding the boys rather in my way, told them to go down, while I proceeded to fasten the pulley to a stout branch above me, that we might be able to haul up the beams we should require the next day. I then made other preparations, that there might be no delay on the morrow, and a bright moon having arisen, I by its light continued working until I was quite worn out, and then at length descended. I reached the ground, but to my surprise found that the two boys were not there. They had not been seen. A moment afterward, however, all anxiety was dispelled, for among the topmost boughs I heard their young voices raised in the evening hymn. Instead of descending, they had, while I was busy, climbed upward, and had been sitting in silent admiration of the moonlight scene, high above me. They now joined us, and my wife showed me the results of her labor. She had made two complete sets of harness. I congratulated her upon her success, and we then sat down to supper. On a cloth spread out upon the grass were arranged a roast shoulder of porcupine, a delicious bowl of soup made from a piece of the same animal, cheese, butter, and biscuits, forming a most tempting repast. Having done this ample justice, we collected our cattle, and the pigeons and fowls having retired to roost on the neighboring trees, and on the steps of our ladder, we made up a glorious fire to keep off any prowling wild beasts, and ourselves lay down. The children, in spite of the novelty of the hammocks, were quickly asleep. In vain I tried to follow their example; a thousand anxious thoughts presented themselves, and as quickly as I dispelled them others rose in their place. The night wore on, and I was still awake; the fire burned low, and I rose and replenished it with dry fuel. Then again I climbed into my hammock, and toward morning fell asleep.
I called for a pulley, which my wife attached to the cord hanging next to the ladder. I pulled it up and, noticing the boys were in my way, asked them to go down while I secured the pulley to a strong branch above me so we could haul up the beams we would need the next day. I made other arrangements to ensure there would be no delays in the morning, and when a bright moon rose, I continued working by its light until I was completely exhausted, and finally, I came down. I reached the ground, but to my surprise, the two boys were missing. No one had seen them. A moment later, though, all my worry disappeared when I heard their young voices singing an evening hymn among the highest branches. Instead of coming down, they had climbed up while I was busy and were sitting up there, quietly enjoying the moonlit scene. They soon joined us, and my wife showed me what she had accomplished. She had made two complete sets of harness. I congratulated her on her success, and then we sat down to supper. On a cloth spread out on the grass was a roast shoulder of porcupine, a delicious bowl of soup made from the same animal, cheese, butter, and biscuits, creating a very tempting meal. After thoroughly enjoying it, we gathered our animals, and as the pigeons and chickens settled down for the night on the nearby trees and the steps of our ladder, we built a big fire to keep away any wandering wild animals, then lay down ourselves. The children quickly fell asleep despite the novelty of the hammocks. I tried in vain to follow their lead; a thousand anxious thoughts flooded my mind, and just as I pushed them aside, new ones emerged. The night went on, and I was still awake; the fire burned low, so I got up and added dry fuel. Then I climbed back into my hammock, and toward morning, I finally fell asleep.
Early next morning we were astir, and dispersed to our various occupations. My wife milked the goats and cow, while we gave the animals their food, after which we went down to the beach to collect more wood for our building operations. To the larger beams we harnessed the cow and ass, while we ourselves dragged up the remainder. Fritz and I then ascended the tree, and finished the preparations I had begun the night before, all useless boughs we lopped off, leaving a few about six feet from the floor, from which we might sling our hammocks, and others still higher, to support a temporary roof of sailcloth. My wife made fast the planks to a rope passed through the block I had fixed to the boughs above us, and by this means Fritz and I hauled them up. These we arranged side by side on the foundation of boughs, so as to form a smooth solid floor, and round this platform built a bulwark of planks, and then throwing the sailcloth over the higher branches, we drew it down and firmly nailed it. Our house was thus enclosed on three sides, for behind the great trunk protected us, while the front was left open to admit the fresh sea breeze which blew directly in. We then hauled up our hammocks and bedding and slung them from the branches we had left for that purpose. A few hours of daylight still remaining, we cleared the floor of leaves and chips, and then descended to fashion a table and a few benches from the remainder of the wood. After working like slaves all day, Fritz and I flung ourselves on the grass, while my wife arranged supper on the table we had made.
Early the next morning, we were up and went off to our various tasks. My wife milked the goats and the cow, while we fed the animals. After that, we headed down to the beach to gather more wood for our building project. We hitched the cow and the donkey to the larger beams, while we pulled up the rest ourselves. Fritz and I then climbed the tree and finished the preparations I had started the night before, cutting off all the useless branches and leaving a few about six feet from the ground to hang our hammocks from, along with some higher up to support a temporary roof made of sailcloth. My wife secured the planks to a rope that I had threaded through the block I fixed to the branches above us, and with that, Fritz and I hoisted them up. We laid the planks side by side on the foundation of branches to create a smooth, solid floor and built a protective wall of planks around this platform. Then we draped the sailcloth over the higher branches, pulling it down and nailing it securely. Our house was thus enclosed on three sides, as the large trunk shielded us from behind, and we left the front open to let in the fresh sea breeze that blew right through. We then hoisted up our hammocks and bedding, hanging them from the branches we had saved for that purpose. With a few hours of daylight still left, we cleaned the floor of leaves and scraps, and then went down to make a table and some benches from the leftover wood. After working hard all day, Fritz and I collapsed on the grass while my wife set up dinner on the table we had made.
"Come," said she at length, "come and taste flamingo stew, and tell me how you like it. Ernest assured me that it would be much better stewed than roasted, and I have been following his directions."
"Come," she finally said, "come and try the flamingo stew, and let me know what you think. Ernest promised me that it would taste way better stewed than roasted, and I've been following his advice."
Laughing at the idea of Ernest turning scientific cook, we sat down. The fowls gathered round us to pick up the crumbs, and the tame flamingo joined them, while Master Knips skipped about from one to the other, chattering and mimicking our gestures continually. To my wife's joy, the sow appeared shortly after, and was presented with all the milk that remained from the day's stock that she might be persuaded to return every night.
Laughing at the thought of Ernest becoming a scientific cook, we sat down. The chickens gathered around us to pick up the crumbs, and the pet flamingo joined them, while Master Knips hopped around from one to the other, chattering and mimicking our gestures non-stop. To my wife's delight, the pig appeared shortly after and was given all the leftover milk from the day so she would be encouraged to come back every night.
"For," said my wife, "this surplus milk is really of no use to us, as it will be sour before the morning in this hot climate."
"For," said my wife, "this extra milk is really no good to us, as it will go sour before morning in this hot weather."
"You are quite right," I replied, "but we must contrive to make it of use. The next time Fritz and I return to the wreck we will bring off a churn among the other things we require."
"You’re absolutely right," I replied, "but we need to find a way to put it to good use. The next time Fritz and I go back to the wreck, we'll bring a churn along with the other things we need."
"Go we must, I am afraid," I replied, "but not for a day or two yet. Come, it is getting late. We and the chickens must go to roost."
"Unfortunately, we have to go," I replied, "but not for another day or two. Come on, it's getting late. We and the chickens need to settle down for the night."
We lit our watch-fires, and, leaving the dogs on guard below, ascended the ladder. Fritz, Ernest, and Jack were up in a moment. Their mother followed very cautiously, for though she had originated the idea of building a nest, she yet hesitated to entrust herself at such a terrific height from the ground. When she was safely landed in the house, taking little Franz on my back, I let go the fastenings which secured the lower end of the ladder to the ground, and swinging to and fro, slowly ascended.
We lit our campfires and, leaving the dogs on guard below, climbed up the ladder. Fritz, Ernest, and Jack were up in no time. Their mom followed very carefully because even though she had come up with the idea of building a nest, she was still unsure about being at such a terrifying height. Once she was safely inside the house, I strapped little Franz on my back, released the fastenings that held the bottom of the ladder to the ground, and slowly climbed up while swinging back and forth.
Then for the first time we stood all together in our new home. I drew up the ladder, and, with a greater sense of security than I had enjoyed since we landed on the island, offered up our evening prayer, and retired for the night.
Then for the first time, we all stood together in our new home. I pulled up the ladder, and, feeling more secure than I had since we arrived on the island, said our evening prayer and went to bed.
CHAPTER 4.
A day of rest—A story for the young people—Relaxing quietly—Naming geographical features—Using margay and porcupine skins—An expedition to Tentholm—Potatoes, potatoes—Tropical plants—The use of karatas—Jack's greediness and the consequences—Ernest discovers cochineal—Arriving at Tentholm—The rebellious poultry—Returning to Falconhurst—Ernest gets up early—We gather wood for a sled—Master Knips becomes a thief—Franz's plan to save ammunition—Ernest and I take the sled to Tentholm—Ernest's laziness is evident—He catches a salmon—We head home—Kill a kangaroo—And cook it.
Next morning all were early awake, and the children sprang about the tree like young monkeys.
Next morning, everyone was awake early, and the kids jumped around the tree like young monkeys.
"What shall we begin to do, father?" they cried. "What do you want us to do to-day?"
"What should we do first, Dad?" they exclaimed. "What do you want us to do today?"
"Rest, my boys," I replied, "rest."
"Chill out, guys," I replied, "chill."
"Rest?" repeated they. "Why should we rest?"
"Rest?" they echoed. "Why should we take a break?"
"'Six days shalt thou labor and do all that thou hast to do, but on the seventh, thou shalt do no manner of work.' This is the seventh day," I replied, "on it, therefore, let us rest."
"'You shall work for six days and do all your tasks, but on the seventh day, you should not do any work.' This is the seventh day," I replied, "so let’s take a break."
"What, is it really Sunday?" asked Jack; "how jolly! oh, I won't do any work, but I'll take a bow and arrow and shoot, and we'll climb about the tree and have fun all day."
"What, is it really Sunday?" asked Jack. "How great! I won’t do any work. I'll grab my bow and arrow and go shoot, and we’ll climb the tree and have fun all day."
"That is not resting," said I, "that is not the way you are accustomed to spend the Lord's day."
"That's not resting," I said, "that's not how you usually spend the Lord's day."
"No! but then we can't go to church here, and there is nothing else to do."
"No! But then we can’t go to church here, and there’s nothing else to do."
"We can worship here as well as at home," said I.
"We can worship here just like we do at home," I said.
"But there is no church, no clergyman, and no organ," said Franz.
"But there’s no church, no priest, and no organ," said Franz.
The children, one by one, slipped down the ladder.
The kids, one by one, climbed down the ladder.
"My dear Elizabeth," said I, "this morning we will devote to the service of the Lord, and by means of a parable, I will endeavor to give the children some serious thoughts; but, without books, or the possibility of any of the usual Sunday occupations, we cannot keep them quiet the whole day; afterward, therefore, I shall allow them to pursue any innocent recreation they choose, and in the cool of the evening we will take a walk."
"My dear Elizabeth," I said, "this morning we will dedicate to the Lord, and through a parable, I'll try to share some serious thoughts with the kids. But without books or our usual Sunday activities, we can't expect them to stay quiet all day. So, afterward, I'll let them enjoy any innocent fun they want, and in the cool of the evening, we'll go for a walk."
My wife entirely agreed with my proposal, and having breakfasted, the family assembled round me, as we sat in the pleasant shade on the fresh, soft green grass.
My wife completely agreed with my suggestion, and after we had breakfast, the family gathered around me as we sat in the nice shade on the fresh, soft green grass.
After singing some hymns and offering heartfelt prayers to the Almighty giver of all good, I told the children I would relate to them a parable instead of preaching a sermon.
After singing some hymns and offering heartfelt prayers to the Almighty giver of all good, I told the children I would share a parable with them instead of giving a sermon.
"Oh, that would be delightful! I like the parables in the Bible better than anything," said Frank. "When can we hear you read out of the Bible again, father?"
"Oh, that would be awesome! I like the stories in the Bible more than anything," said Frank. "When can we hear you read from the Bible again, Dad?"
"Ah, my little boy, your words reproach me," returned I. "While eagerly striving to procure from the ship what would feed our bodies and provide for their comfort, I blush to think that I have neglected the Bread of Life, the word of God. I shall search for a Bible on my next return to the wreck: although our own books were nearly all destroyed, I am pretty sure to find one."
"Ah, my little boy, your words hurt me," I replied. "While I’ve been working hard to get from the ship what will feed us and keep us comfortable, I feel embarrassed to realize that I’ve neglected the Bread of Life, the word of God. I’ll look for a Bible the next time I go back to the wreck: even though most of our own books were destroyed, I’m pretty sure I’ll find one."
At these words my wife arose, and fetching her magic bag, she drew from it a copy of the Holy Scriptures, which I thankfully received from her hand; and, after reading aloud from its sacred pages, I spoke as follows:
At these words, my wife got up, grabbed her magic bag, and pulled out a copy of the Holy Scriptures, which I gratefully accepted from her. After reading aloud from its sacred pages, I spoke as follows:
"A Great King, ruling in power and splendor over a vast realm of light and love, possessed within its boundaries a desolate and unfruitful island. This spot he made the object of his special care; and, lavishing on it all the varied resources of his might and goodness, it bloomed in beauty, and became the happy residence of a band of colonists, who were charged not only with the cultivation and improvement of the soil, but each, individually, was bound to cherish in his soul the spirit of love and true allegiance to his Sovereign. While this faithful union was maintained, the colony flourished; and the noblest virtues exalted and rendered happy the existence of every member of the race. That a discontented and rebellious spirit should ever have infected these fortunate subjects of so loving a master, seems incredible, yet so it was; disobedience and pride brought misery and punishment, the fair prospects of the colony were blighted, the labors of the colonists were unblessed, and total separation from the parent kingdom seemed inevitable. A message of pardon—of free forgiveness—was nevertheless accorded to these rebels; and to all who, humbly accepting it, molded their future lives to the will of the Great King (now revealed in a character even more gracious than before), was held out the promise of removal at last from among the ruins caused by the great rebellion, to the glory and undimmed splendor of the realm of Light and Blessedness."
A great king, ruling in power and splendor over a vast realm of light and love, had a desolate and unproductive island within his domain. He made it his special project, pouring all the resources of his strength and benevolence into it. As a result, it flourished in beauty and became a happy home for a group of colonists, who were tasked not only with cultivating and improving the land but also with nurturing a spirit of love and true loyalty to their sovereign in their hearts. While this bond was kept strong, the colony thrived, and the highest virtues brought joy to every member of the community. It seems unbelievable that a discontented and rebellious attitude could ever affect subjects of such a loving master, yet it happened; disobedience and pride led to suffering and punishment, the colony's bright future was dimmed, the work of the colonists went unrewarded, and a complete break from the mother kingdom seemed unavoidable. Nevertheless, a message of forgiveness—of total pardon—was sent to those rebels; and to all who humbly accepted it and shaped their lives according to the will of the Great King (now shown to be even more gracious than before), the promise of escape from the destruction caused by the great rebellion to the glory and untainted brilliance of the realm of Light and Blessedness was offered.
Having interested the children, I then, leaving allegory, pressed simply and earnestly home to each young heart the truths I sought to teach; and, with a short prayer for a blessing on my words, brought the service to a close.
Having captured the children's interest, I then set aside the allegory and sincerely pressed the important truths I wanted to teach into each young heart; and, after a brief prayer for a blessing on my words, I wrapped up the service.
After a thoughtful pause, we separated, and each employed himself as he felt disposed.
After a thoughtful pause, we parted ways, and each of us did what we felt like.
I took some arrows and endeavored to point them with porcupine quills.
I grabbed some arrows and tried to sharpen them using porcupine quills.
Franz came to beg me to make a little bow and arrow for him to shoot with, while Fritz asked my advice about the tiger cat skin and the cases he was to contrive from it. Jack assisted with the arrow making, and inserting a sharp spine at one end of each reed made it fast with pack-thread, and began to wish for glue to insure its remaining firm.
Franz came to ask me to make a little bow and arrow for him to shoot with, while Fritz sought my advice about the tiger cat skin and the cases he was planning to make from it. Jack helped with making the arrows, and by putting a sharp spine at one end of each reed, he secured it with pack-thread and started wishing for glue to keep it steady.
"No, no, little goose! better look for some real glue in the tool-box."
"No, no, little goose! It's better to look for some actual glue in the tool box."
"There he will find glue, to be sure," said I, "and the soup would scarcely have answered your purpose. But Jack, my boy, I do not like to hear you ridicule your little brother's ideas. Some of the most valuable discoveries have been the result of thoughts which originally appeared no wiser than his."
"There he will definitely find glue," I said, "and the soup probably wouldn't have worked for what you intended. But Jack, my boy, I really don't like hearing you mock your little brother's ideas. Some of the most valuable discoveries have come from thoughts that seemed just as silly as his."
While thus directing and assisting my sons, we were surprised by hearing a shot just over our heads; at the same moment two small birds fell dead at our feet, and looking up, we beheld Ernest among the branches, as bending his face joyfully toward us, he cried, "Well hit! well hit! a good shot, wasn't it?"
While I was guiding and helping my sons, we were startled by a shot fired just above us; at the same moment, two small birds dropped dead at our feet. Looking up, we saw Ernest in the branches, joyfully leaning down toward us, shouting, "Nice shot! Nice shot! That was a great shot, wasn't it?"
Then slipping down the ladder, and picking up the birds, he brought them to me. One was a kind of thrush, the other a small dove called the ortolan, and esteemed a very great delicacy on account of its exquisite flavor. As the figs on which these birds came to feed were only just beginning to ripen, it was probable that they would soon flock in numbers to our trees; and by waiting until we could procure them in large quantities, we might provide ourselves with valuable food for the rainy season, by placing them, when half cooked, in cases with melted lard or butter poured over them.
Then he climbed down the ladder and picked up the birds, bringing them to me. One was a type of thrush, and the other was a small dove called the ortolan, which is considered a great delicacy because of its amazing flavor. Since the figs these birds were feeding on were just starting to ripen, it was likely they would soon gather in large numbers in our trees. If we waited until we could catch them in bulk, we could prepare valuable food for the rainy season by putting them, when half cooked, into containers with melted lard or butter poured over them.
By this time Jack had pointed a good supply of arrows, and industriously practiced archery. I finished the bow and arrows for Franz, and expected to be left in peace; but the young man next demanded a quiver, and I had to invent that also, to complete his equipment. It was easily done by stripping a piece of bark from a small tree, fitting a flat side and a bottom to it, and then a string. Attaching it to his shoulders, the youthful hunter filled it with arrows and went off; looking, as his mother said, like an innocent little Cupid, bent on conquest.
By this time, Jack had made a good supply of arrows and was diligently practicing archery. I finished the bow and arrows for Franz, expecting to be left alone, but the young man then asked for a quiver, so I had to come up with that as well to complete his gear. It was easy to make by peeling a piece of bark from a small tree, adding a flat side and a bottom, and then attaching a string. When he strapped it on his shoulders, the young hunter filled it with arrows and headed out, looking, as his mother said, like an innocent little Cupid on a mission.
During the meal I interested the boys very much by proposing to decide on suitable names for the different spots we had visited on this coast.
During the meal, I really engaged the boys by suggesting we come up with fitting names for the various places we had visited along this coast.
"For," said I, "it will become more and more troublesome to explain what we mean, unless we do so. Beside which, we shall feel much more at home if we can talk as people do in inhabited countries: instead of saying, for instance, 'the little island at the mouth of our bay, where we found the dead shark,' 'the large stream near our tent, across which we made the bridge,' 'that wood where we found cocoanuts, and caught the monkey,' and so on. Let us begin by naming the bay in which we landed. What shall we call it?"
"For," I said, "it'll get increasingly annoying to explain what we mean unless we name things. Plus, we’ll feel much more at home if we can talk like people do in settled areas: instead of saying things like, 'the little island at the mouth of our bay, where we found the dead shark,' 'the big stream near our tent, where we built the bridge,' 'that forest where we found coconuts and caught the monkey,' and so on. Let’s start by naming the bay we landed in. What should we call it?"
"Oyster Bay," said Fritz.
"Oyster Bay," Fritz said.
"No, no!—Lobster Bay," cried Jack, "in memory of the old fellow who took a fancy to my leg!"
"No, no!—Lobster Bay," shouted Jack, "in honor of the old guy who liked my leg!"
"I think," observed his mother, "that, in token of gratitude for our escape, we should call it Safety Bay."
"I think," his mother said, "that, as a sign of gratitude for our escape, we should name it Safety Bay."
This name met with general approbation, and was forthwith fixed upon.
This name was widely accepted and was quickly adopted.
Other names were quickly chosen. Our first place of abode we called Tentholm; the islet in the bay, Shark's Island; and the reedy swamp, Flamingo Marsh. It was some time before the serious question of a name for our leafy castle could be decided. But finally it was entitled Falconhurst;[B] and we then rapidly named the remaining points: Prospect Hill, the eminence we first ascended; Cape Disappointment, from whose rocky heights we had strained our eyes in vain search for our ship's company; and Jackal River, as a name for the large stream at our landing place, concluded our geographical nomenclature.
Other names were quickly picked. We called our first home Tentholm; the islet in the bay was named Shark's Island; and the reedy swamp became Flamingo Marsh. It took a while before we could seriously decide on a name for our leafy castle. But eventually, we settled on Falconhurst;[B] and then we quickly named the other spots: Prospect Hill, the rise we first climbed; Cape Disappointment, from where we had looked in vain for our ship's crew; and Jackal River, which we used for the large stream at our landing spot, rounded out our geographical naming list.
In the afternoon the boys went on with their various employments. Fritz finished his cases, and Jack asked my assistance in carrying out his plan of making a cuirass for Turk out of the porcupine skin. After thoroughly cleansing the inside, we cut and fitted it round the body of the patient dog; then when strings were sewn on and it became tolerably dry, he was armed with this ingenious coat of mail, and a most singular figure he cut!
In the afternoon, the boys continued with their different tasks. Fritz finished his cases, and Jack asked for my help in carrying out his plan to make a cuirass for Turk out of porcupine skin. After thoroughly cleaning the inside, we cut and fitted it around the body of the willing dog; once the strings were sewn on and it dried enough, he was equipped with this clever piece of armor, and he looked quite the sight!
Juno strongly objected to his friendly approaches, and got out of his way as fast as she could; and it was clear that he would easily put to flight the fiercest animal he might encounter, while protected by armor at once defensive and offensive.
Juno firmly pushed back against his friendly advances and quickly stepped aside; it was obvious that he could easily scare away the fiercest creature he came across, while shielded by armor that was both protective and aggressive.
I determined to make also a helmet for Jack out of the remainder of the skin, which to his infinite delight I speedily did.
I decided to make a helmet for Jack from the leftover skin, which I quickly did to his great delight.
Amid these interesting occupations the evening drew on, and after a pleasant walk among the sweet glades near our abode, we closed our Sabbath day with prayer and a glad hymn of praise, retiring to rest with peaceful hearts.
Amid these engaging activities, the evening passed, and after a nice walk through the lovely clearings near our home, we ended our Sabbath day with prayer and a joyful hymn of praise, going to bed with peaceful hearts.
Next morning, I proposed an expedition to Tentholm, saying I wished to make my way thither by a different route. We left the tree well armed; I and my three elder sons each carrying a gun and game bag, while little Franz was equipped with his bow and quiver full of arrows. A most curious party we formed: Fritz, adorned with his belt of margayskin, and Jack, with his extraordinary head-dress, looked like a couple of young savages. Their mother and I walked together: she, of the whole party, being the only one unarmed, carried a jar in which to get butter from Tentholm; we were preceded by the dogs—Turk armed most effectually with his cuirass of porcupine skin, and Juno keeping at a respectful distance from so formidable a companion. Master Knips fully intended to mount his charger as usual; but when he saw him arrayed apparently in a new skin, he approached him carefully, and touching him with one paw, discovered that such a hide would make anything but an agreeable seat; the grimace he made was most comical, and chattering vociferously he bounded toward Juno, skipped on her back, seated himself, and soon appeared perfectly reconciled to the change of steed. The flamingo saw us starting, and, having been much petted during the last day or two, considered himself entitled to accompany us; for some time he kept beside the children, following first one and then another as they explored the wood on either side; their irregular course, however, at length disgusted him, and, abandoning them, he walked sedately by my side. We strolled on in the cool air, following the course of the stream; the great trees overshadowed us, and the cool, green sward stretched away between them at our feet. The boys roamed ahead of me, intent on exploration. Presently I heard a joyful shout, and saw Ernest running at full speed toward me, followed by his brothers. In his hand he held a plant, and, panting for breath, and with sparkling eyes, he held it up to me.
The next morning, I suggested an adventure to Tentholm, saying I wanted to take a different route. We left the tree well-prepared; my three older sons and I each carried a gun and a game bag, while little Franz was equipped with his bow and a quiver full of arrows. We made an interesting group: Fritz, wearing his margay-skin belt, and Jack, with his unique headpiece, looked like a couple of young warriors. Their mother and I walked together; she was the only unarmed one in the group, carrying a jar to get butter from Tentholm. The dogs led the way—Turk was effectively protected by his porcupine-skin armor, while Juno kept a respectful distance from such a fierce companion. Master Knips intended to ride his usual horse, but when he saw it apparently dressed in some new skin, he approached cautiously. Touching it with one paw, he discovered that it wouldn't make for a comfortable seat; his expression was hilarious, and chattering loudly, he jumped onto Juno's back, settled in, and soon seemed perfectly fine with the change of ride. The flamingo noticed us setting off and, having been spoiled over the last couple of days, thought he had the right to join us. For a while, he stayed with the kids, following one and then another as they explored the woods on either side; however, their erratic path eventually annoyed him, and he strolled calmly by my side. We walked on in the cool air, following the stream; the tall trees shaded us, and the cool, green grass spread out beneath us. The boys wandered ahead, eager to explore. Soon I heard a joyful shout and saw Ernest sprinting toward me, followed by his brothers. He held a plant in his hand, breathless and with sparkling eyes, waving it at me.
"Potatoes! potatoes! father," he gasped out.
"Potatoes! Potatoes! Dad," he said, breathless.
"Yes," said Jack, "acres and acres of potatoes!"
"Yeah," said Jack, "lots and lots of potatoes!"
"My dear Ernest," said I, for there was no mistaking the flower and leaf, and the light clear-green bulbous roots, "you have indeed made a discovery; with the potato we shall never starve."
"My dear Ernest," I said, because there was no doubt about the flower and leaf, as well as the bright green bulbous roots, "you have really made a discovery; with the potato, we will never go hungry."
"But come and look at them," said Jack, "come and feast your eyes on thousands of potatoes."
"But come and check them out," said Jack, "come and feast your eyes on thousands of potatoes."
We hurried to the spot: there, spread out before us, was a great tract of ground, covered with the precious plant.
We rushed to the location: there, laid out before us, was a vast area of land, filled with the valuable plant.
"It would have been rather difficult," remarked Jack, "not to have discovered such a great field."
"It would have been pretty hard," Jack said, "not to have found such a great field."
"Very likely," replied Ernest, smiling; "but I doubt if you would have discovered that it was a potato field."
"Probably," replied Ernest, smiling. "But I don't think you would have figured out that it was a potato field."
"Perhaps not," said Jack, "you are quite welcome, at all events, to the honor of the discovery; I'll have the honor of being the first to get a supply of them." So saying, he dug up, with hands and knife, a number of plants, and filled his game bag with the roots. The monkey followed his example, and scratching away with his paws most cleverly, soon had a heap beside him. So delighted were we with the discovery, and so eager were we to possess a large supply of the roots, that we stopped not digging until every bag, pouch, and pocket was filled. Some wished to return at once to Falconhurst, to cook and taste our new acquisition; but this I overruled, and we continued our march, heavily laden, but delighted.
"Maybe not," said Jack, "but you're definitely welcome to take credit for the discovery; I'll take the honor of being the first to gather some." With that, he dug up a bunch of plants using his hands and knife and stuffed his game bag with the roots. The monkey copied him, skillfully scratching the ground with his paws until he had a pile next to him. We were so thrilled about the discovery and so eager to collect a good amount of the roots that we kept digging until every bag, pouch, and pocket was full. Some wanted to head back to Falconhurst right away to cook and taste our new find, but I decided against it, and we carried on our march, weighed down but happy.
"How," said I, "can we thank the Giver of all these blessings, sufficiently?"
"How," I asked, "can we properly thank the Source of all these blessings?"
"Oh," said Franz, "we can say, 'We thank thee, O Lord, for all thy goodness and mercy; and bless us for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.'"
"Oh," said Franz, "we can say, 'Thank you, Lord, for all your goodness and mercy; and bless us for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.'"
"That would not be sufficient," said Fritz. "Do you think it would be enough, just to say to father and mother: 'Thank you for all you do,' and not to show them we were really thankful, by loving them and doing what we can to please them?"
"That wouldn't be enough," said Fritz. "Do you really think it’s enough to just say to Mom and Dad: 'Thanks for everything you do,' and not actually show them we’re grateful by loving them and trying to make them happy?"
"You are quite right, Fritz," said I; "Franz did not say all that was necessary, he should have added, 'Give me grace to do Thy will, and to obey Thee in all things.'"
"You’re absolutely right, Fritz," I said; "Franz didn’t say everything he needed to. He should have added, 'Grant me the strength to do Your will and to obey You in all things.'"
As we thus talked, we reached the head of our streamlet, where it fell from the rocks above in a beautiful, sparkling, splashing cascade. We crossed and entered the tall grass on the other side. We forced our way through with difficulty, so thick and tangled were the reeds. Beyond this, the landscape was most lovely. Rich tropical vegetation flourished on every side: the tall, stately palms, surrounded by luxuriant ferns; brilliant flowers and graceful creepers; the prickly cactus, shooting up amidst them; aloe, jasmine, and sweet-scented vanilla; the Indian pea, and above all the regal pine-apple, loaded the breath of the evening breeze with their rich perfume. The boys were delighted with the pine-apple, and so eagerly did they fall to, that my wife had to caution them that there were no doctors on our territory, and if they became ill, they would have to cure themselves as best they might.
As we chatted, we arrived at the source of our stream, where it cascaded down from the rocks above in a beautiful, sparkling waterfall. We crossed and entered the tall grass on the other side. We struggled to get through because the reeds were so thick and tangled. Beyond this, the landscape was stunning. Rich tropical vegetation thrived all around: tall, stately palms surrounded by lush ferns; vibrant flowers and graceful vines; prickly cacti shooting up among them; aloe, jasmine, and sweet-smelling vanilla; the Indian pea, and above all, the regal pineapple filled the evening breeze with their rich scent. The boys were thrilled with the pineapple, and they dug in so eagerly that my wife had to remind them that there were no doctors in our area, and if they got sick, they'd have to take care of themselves as best they could.
This advice, however, seemed to have small effect on my sons, and showing Knips what they wanted, they sent him after the ripest and best fruit.
This advice, however, didn’t seem to have much effect on my sons, and by showing Knips what they wanted, they sent him off to get the ripest and best fruit.
"Come here, boys," I said; "here is something of far more value than your pine-apples. Do you see that plant with long pointed leaves and beautiful red flower? That is the karatas. The filaments of the leaves make capital thread, while the leaves themselves, bruised, form an invaluable salve. The pith of this wonderful plant may be used either for tinder or bait for fish. Suppose, Ernest, you had been wrecked here, how would you have made a fire without matches, or flint and steel?"
"Come here, guys," I said; "I have something way more valuable than your pineapples. Do you see that plant with long pointed leaves and a gorgeous red flower? That's the karatas. The fibers of the leaves make great thread, and the leaves themselves, when crushed, create an invaluable ointment. The pith of this amazing plant can be used for either tinder or fish bait. Imagine, Ernest, if you had been stranded here, how would you have started a fire without matches or flint and steel?"
"As the savages do," replied he; "I would rub two pieces of wood together until they kindled."
"As the wild people do," he replied; "I would rub two pieces of wood together until they caught fire."
"Try it," I said; "but, if you please, try it when you have a whole day before you, and no other work to be done, for I am certain it would be night before you accomplish the feat. But see here," and I broke a dry twig from the karatas, and peeling off the bark, laid the pith upon a stone. I struck a couple of pebbles over it, and they emitting a spark, the pith caught fire.
"Go ahead," I said; "but please do it when you have an entire day free and nothing else to take care of, because I'm sure it'll take you until nightfall to pull it off. But check this out," and I snapped a dry twig from the karatas, peeled off the bark, and placed the pith on a stone. I struck a couple of pebbles over it, and when they sparked, the pith ignited.
The boys were delighted with the experiment. I then drew some of the threads from the leaves, and presented them to my wife.
The boys were excited about the experiment. I then pulled some of the threads from the leaves and showed them to my wife.
"But what," said Fritz, "is the use of all these other prickly plants, except to annoy one? Here, for instance, is a disagreeable little tree."
"But what," said Fritz, "is the point of all these other prickly plants, except to annoy us? Look at this annoying little tree, for example."
"That is an Indian fig," said I. "It grows best on dry, rocky ground; for most of its nourishment is derived from the air. Its juice is used, I believe, medicinally, while its fruit is pleasant and wholesome."
"That's an Indian fig," I said. "It grows best in dry, rocky areas; most of its nutrients come from the air. Its juice is used, I think, for medicinal purposes, and its fruit is tasty and healthy."
Master Jack was off in a moment when he heard of a new delicacy, and attempted to gather some of the fruit, but in vain; the sharp thorns defied his efforts, and with bleeding hands, and rueful countenance, he returned. I removed the thorns from his hands, and making a sharp wooden skewer, I thrust it into a fig, and quickly twisted it from its branch and split it open with a knife, still holding it upon the skewer. The rest followed my example, and we regaled ourselves upon the fruit, which we found excellent. Ernest carefully examined the fig he was eating. "What are these," he exclaimed presently; "little red insects! they cling all over the fruit, and I cannot shake them off. Can they be cochineal?"
Master Jack was quick to act when he heard about a new treat and tried to pick some of the fruit, but it was useless; the sharp thorns resisted his attempts, and with bloodied hands and a disappointed look, he came back. I took the thorns out of his hands and, using a sharp wooden skewer, I pierced a fig, quickly twisted it off its branch, and cut it open with a knife while still holding it on the skewer. The others followed my lead, and we enjoyed the fruit, which we found to be fantastic. Ernest examined the fig he was eating carefully. "What are these," he said suddenly; "little red insects! They cling all over the fruit, and I can't shake them off. Could they be cochineal?"
He handed me the fig, and I examined it attentively.
He gave me the fig, and I looked at it closely.
"You are quite right, my boy," I said; "there is no doubt this is the real cochineal. However, though it is worth its weight in gold to European traders, it is of little use to us, I am afraid unless any of you care to appear in gay colors. The cochineal you know, forms the most lovely scarlet dye."
"You’re absolutely right, my boy," I said. "There’s no doubt this is real cochineal. However, while it’s worth its weight in gold to European traders, it’s not really useful to us, unless any of you want to wear bright colors. The cochineal, as you know, makes the most beautiful scarlet dye."
"No, thank you," said Jack; "but we will take a lot of it when we go home again. Now let us find something more useful to us." And they thereupon plied me incessantly with questions concerning every plant and shrub we passed.
"No, thanks," said Jack; "but we'll take a lot of it when we head home again. Now let's find something more useful to us." And they then bombarded me with questions about every plant and shrub we passed.
"Stop, stop," I said at length; "the most learned naturalist would be much puzzled with many of these trees, and I who have never seen any of them before, and know them merely by description, cannot pretend to tell you the names, or explain to you the use of one-quarter of them."
"Stop, stop," I finally said; "even the most knowledgeable naturalist would be confused by many of these trees, and I, who have never seen any of them before and only know them by description, can’t claim to tell you their names or explain the purpose of even a quarter of them."
Discussing, however, the properties of such shrubs as I did know, we at length reached Tentholm. Everything was safe, and we set to work to collect what we wanted. I opened the butter cask, from which my wife filled her pot. Fritz saw after the ammunition, and Jack and Ernest ran down to the beach to capture the geese and ducks. This they found no easy matter, for the birds, left so long alone, were shy, and nothing would induce them to come on shore and be caught. Ernest at length hit upon an ingenious plan. He took some pieces of cheese, and tied them to long strings. This bait he threw into the water, and the hungry ducks instantly made a grab at it; then with a little skillful maneuvering he drew them on shore. While Jack and he were thus busily employed catching and tying the rebels together by the feet, we procured a fresh supply of salt, which we packed upon Turk's back, first relieving him of his coat of mail. The birds we fastened to our game bags, and carefully closing the door of our tent, started homeward by the seashore. After a cheerful and pleasant walk, we once more reached our woodland abode. I released the birds and, clipping their wings to prevent their leaving us, established them on the stream. Then, after a delicious supper of potatoes, milk, and butter, we ascended our tree and turned in.
Discussing the features of the shrubs I knew, we finally arrived at Tentholm. Everything was secure, so we got to work gathering what we needed. I opened the butter cask, and my wife filled her pot. Fritz took care of the ammunition, while Jack and Ernest headed down to the beach to catch the geese and ducks. It wasn't easy for them, as the birds, having been alone for so long, were skittish and nothing could lure them to the shore. Eventually, Ernest came up with a clever idea. He took some pieces of cheese and tied them to long strings. He tossed this bait into the water, and the hungry ducks quickly went for it; then, with some skillful maneuvering, he pulled them onto the shore. While Jack and he were busy catching and tying the birds' feet together, we managed to get some fresh salt, which we loaded onto Turk's back after removing his coat of mail. We secured the birds in our game bags, carefully closed the tent door, and made our way home along the beach. After a cheerful and pleasant walk, we reached our woodland home once more. I let the birds go and clipped their wings to keep them from flying away, establishing them by the stream. Then, after a delicious supper of potatoes, milk, and butter, we climbed up our tree and went to bed.
Having remarked a great deal of driftwood on the sands the preceding evening, it occurred to me that it would be well to get some of it, and make a kind of sledge, so that the labor of fetching what we wanted from our stores at Tentholm might not fall so heavily on ourselves.
Having noticed a lot of driftwood on the beach the night before, I thought it would be a good idea to gather some and make a sort of sled so that fetching what we needed from our supplies at Tentholm wouldn't be so much work for us.
I awoke early, and roused Ernest as my assistant, wishing to encourage him to overcome his natural fault of indolence. After a little stretching and yawning, he got up cheerfully, pleased with the idea of an expedition while the others still slept, and we made our way to the beach, taking with us the donkey, who drew a large broad bough, which I expected to find useful in bringing back our load.
I woke up early and woke Ernest to help me, hoping to motivate him to get past his usual laziness. After some stretching and yawning, he got up happily, excited about the idea of an adventure while the others were still asleep. We headed to the beach, bringing along the donkey, which was pulling a big, wide branch that I thought would be helpful for carrying our stuff back.
As we went along, I remarked to Ernest that I supposed he was rather sorry for himself, and grudged leaving his cozy hammock and pleasant dreams at this untimely hour.
As we continued, I told Ernest that I figured he was feeling a bit sorry for himself and was reluctant to leave his comfy hammock and nice dreams at this early hour.
"Oh, father, do not laugh at my laziness! Indeed, I mean to cure myself of it. I am very glad to go with you. I intended to shoot some more of the ortolans this morning, but there will be plenty of time afterward. The boys will be shooting at them, I daresay, but I don't expect they will have any great luck."
"Oh, Dad, please don’t laugh at my laziness! I really do plan to fix it. I’m happy to go with you. I was going to shoot some more ortolans this morning, but there will be plenty of time later. The guys will be shooting at them, I guess, but I don’t think they’ll have much luck."
"Why not, pray?" inquired I.
"Why not, right?" I asked.
"I don't believe they will know what shot to use at first, and, besides, they will most likely shoot upward at the birds and be sure to miss them, on account of the great height and thickness of the branches and foliage."
"I don't think they'll know which shot to use at first, and besides, they're probably going to aim up at the birds and definitely miss them because of how high up and thick the branches and leaves are."
"Well, Ernest, you certainly possess the gifts of prudence and reflection, as well as observation. These are valuable; but sudden action is so often necessary in life, that I advise you to cultivate the power of instantly perceiving and deciding what must be done in cases of emergency. Presence of mind is a precious quality, which, although natural in some characters, may be acquired in a certain degree by all who train themselves to it."
"Well, Ernest, you definitely have the qualities of being wise and thoughtful, along with being observant. These are important traits, but quick action is often essential in life, so I suggest you work on the ability to quickly recognize and decide what needs to be done in emergencies. Staying calm and focused is a valuable skill, one that, while it may come naturally to some people, can be developed to some extent by anyone who practices it."
Once on the seashore, our work was quickly accomplished, for, selecting the wood I thought fit for my purpose, we laid it across the broad, leafy branch, and, with some help from us, the donkey dragged a very fair load of it homeward, with the addition of a small chest, which I raised from among the sand, which nearly covered it.
Once we got to the beach, we finished our work quickly. I chose the wood I thought would work best, and we laid it across a wide, leafy branch. With a bit of help from us, the donkey pulled a pretty decent load back home, along with a small chest that I found buried in the sand.
We heard the boys popping away at the birds as we drew near. They hastened to meet us, and inquired where we had been, looking curiously at the chest, which I allowed them to open, while I asked my wife to excuse our "absence without leave," and after submitting to her gentle reprimand, I explained my plan for a sledge, which pleased her greatly, and she already imagined it loaded with her hogshead of butter, and on its way from Tentholm to Falconhurst.
We heard the boys shooting at the birds as we got closer. They rushed over to greet us and asked where we had been, eyeing the chest with curiosity. I let them open it while I asked my wife to forgive our "unapproved absence," and after accepting her gentle scolding, I shared my idea for a sled. This made her really happy, and she was already picturing it filled with her barrel of butter, on its way from Tentholm to Falconhurst.
The chest proved to be merely that of a common sailor, containing his clothes, very much wetted by the sea water.
The chest turned out to be just that of a regular sailor, holding his clothes, which were quite soaked from the seawater.
The boys exhibited an array of several dozen birds, and related, during breakfast, the various incidents of failure and success which had attended their guns. Ernest had rightfully guessed the mistakes they would make, but practice was making them perfect, and they seemed disposed to continue their sport, when their mother, assuring them that she could not use more birds than those already killed, asked if I did not think some means of snaring them might be contrived, as much powder and shot would be expended if they fired on at this rate.
The boys showed off a collection of dozens of birds and shared stories over breakfast about their successes and failures with their guns. Ernest had accurately predicted the mistakes they would make, but practice was helping them improve, and they seemed eager to keep hunting. However, their mother reminded them that she couldn't use more birds than they had already caught and suggested that maybe they could come up with a way to trap some, since they would use a lot of powder and shot if they kept shooting like this.
Entirely agreeing with this view of the subject, I desired the lads to lay aside their guns for the present, and the younger ones readily applied themselves to making snares of the long threads drawn from the leaves of the karatas, in a simple way I taught them, while Fritz and Ernest gave me substantial assistance in the manufacture of the new sledge.
Fully agreeing with this perspective, I asked the boys to put their guns away for now, and the younger ones quickly got to work creating snares using the long threads from the karatas leaves, in a simple method I showed them, while Fritz and Ernest helped me significantly in building the new sled.
We were busily at work, when a tremendous disturbance among our fowls led us to suppose that a fox or wild cat had got into their midst.
We were hard at work when a huge commotion among our birds made us think that a fox or wildcat had gotten into their area.
The cocks crowed defiantly, the hens fluttered and cackled in a state of the wildest excitement. We hastened toward them, but Ernest remarking Master Knips slipping away, as though conscious of some misdemeanor, went to watch him, and presently caught him in the act of eating a new-laid egg, which he had carried off and hidden among the grass and roots. Ernest found several others. These were very welcome to my wife, for hitherto the hens had not presented us with any eggs. Hereafter she determined to imprison the monkey every morning until the eggs had been collected.
The roosters crowed loudly, while the hens flapped around and clucked in a frenzy. We rushed toward them, but Ernest noticed Master Knips sneaking off, as if aware he was doing something wrong. He went to keep an eye on him and soon caught him in the act of eating a freshly laid egg, which he had taken and hidden in the grass and roots. Ernest found several more. These were a welcome surprise for my wife, as the hens hadn’t given us any eggs until now. From then on, she decided to keep the monkey locked up every morning until we collected the eggs.
Soon after this, as Jack was setting the newly made snares among the branches, he discovered that a pair of our own pigeons were building in the tree. It was very desirable to increase our stock of these pretty birds, and I cautioned the boys against shooting near our tree while they had nests there, and also with regard to the snares, which were meant only to entrap the wild fig-eaters.
Soon after this, as Jack was placing the new traps among the branches, he found a pair of our own pigeons building a nest in the tree. It was really important to increase our number of these beautiful birds, so I warned the boys not to shoot near our tree while the nests were there, and to be careful with the traps, which were only meant to catch the wild fig-eaters.
Although my sons were interested in setting the snares, they by no means approved of the new order to economize the ammunition. No doubt they had been discussing this hardship, for little Franz came to me with a brilliant proposal of his own.
Although my sons were keen on setting the traps, they definitely didn’t agree with the new rule to save ammunition. They must have been talking about this problem, because little Franz approached me with a great idea of his own.
"Papa," said he, "why should not we begin to plant some powder and shot immediately? It would be so much more useful than bare grain for the fowls."
"Papa," he said, "why shouldn't we start planting some powder and shot right away? It would be so much more useful than just plain grain for the birds."
His brothers burst into a roar of laughter, and I must confess I found it no easy matter to keep my countenance.
His brothers erupted in laughter, and I have to admit it was a challenge for me to maintain my composure.
"Come, Ernest," said I; "now we have had our amusement, tell the little fellow what gunpowder really is."
"Come on, Ernest," I said; "now that we've had our fun, explain to the little guy what gunpowder actually is."
My carpentering meantime went on apace. In order to shape my sledge with ends properly turned up in front, I had chosen wood which had been part of the bow of the vessel, and was curved in the necessary way for my purpose. Two pieces, perfectly similar, formed the sides of my sleigh, or sledge, and I simply united these strongly by fixing short bars across them. Then, when the ropes of the donkey's harness were attached to the raised points in front, the equipage was complete and ready for use.
My carpentry work continued quickly. To shape my sled with ends that curved up at the front, I chose wood that had been part of the ship's bow, which was already curved the way I needed. Two identical pieces made up the sides of my sled, and I joined them securely by attaching short bars across them. Once the donkey's harness ropes were connected to the raised points in front, the sled was complete and ready to use.
My attention had been for some time wholly engrossed by my work, and I only now observed that the mother and her little boys had been busily plucking above two dozen of the wild birds, and were preparing to roast them, spitted in a row on a long, narrow sword blade, belonging to one of our ship's officers.
My attention had been completely focused on my work for a while, and only now did I notice that the mother and her little boys had been busy plucking more than two dozen wild birds and were getting ready to roast them, skewered in a line on a long, narrow sword blade that belonged to one of our ship's officers.
It seemed somewhat wasteful to cook so many at once; but my wife explained that she was getting them ready for the butter-cask I was going to fetch for her on the new sledge, as I had advised her to preserve them half-cooked, and packed in butter.
It felt a bit wasteful to cook so many at once, but my wife explained that she was preparing them for the butter cask I was going to pick up for her on the new sled, since I'd suggested preserving them half-cooked and packed in butter.
Amused at her promptitude, I could do nothing less than promise to go for her cask directly after dinner. For her part she resolved in our absence to have a grand wash of linen and other clothes, and she advised me to arrange regular baths for all the boys in future.
Amused by her readiness, I couldn't do anything less than promise to go get her barrel right after dinner. She decided that while we were gone, she would have a big laundry day for the linens and other clothes, and she suggested I set up regular baths for all the boys from now on.
Early in the afternoon Ernest and I were ready to be off, equipped as usual. Fritz presented us each with a neat case of margay skin to hang at our girdles.
Early in the afternoon, Ernest and I were ready to head out, all set as usual. Fritz gave each of us a nice case made from margay skin to hang at our belts.
We harnessed both cow and ass to the sledge, and, accompanied by Juno, cheerfully took our departure, choosing the way by the sands, and reaching Tentholm without accident or adventure.
We hitched both the cow and the donkey to the sled and, joined by Juno, happily set off, taking the sandy path and arriving at Tentholm without any issues or excitement.
Our work had so closely engaged our attention, that when we were ready to leave it and go in search of a good bathing place, we discovered that our two animals had wandered quite out of sight, having crossed the bridge to reach the good pasture beyond the river.
Our work had captured our attention so completely that when we were finally ready to leave and look for a nice place to swim, we realized our two animals had wandered out of sight, having crossed the bridge to get to the good pasture on the other side of the river.
I sent Ernest after them, and went alone to the extremity of the bay. It terminated in bold and precipitous cliffs, which extended into the deep water, and rose abruptly, so as to form an inaccessible wall of rock and crag. Swampy ground, overgrown with large canes, intervened between me and these cliffs. I cut a large bundle of the reeds, and returned to Ernest. It was some time before I found him, comfortably extended full length on the ground near the tent, and sleeping as sound as a top, while the cow and the ass, grazing at will, were again making for the bridge.
I sent Ernest after them and went alone to the far end of the bay. It ended in steep, towering cliffs that dropped straight into the deep water, forming an impossible wall of rock and crag. There was swampy ground, covered in tall canes, between me and those cliffs. I cut a big bundle of reeds and headed back to Ernest. It took me a while to find him, comfortably laid out flat on the ground near the tent, sleeping like a baby, while the cow and the donkey, grazing freely, were making their way to the bridge again.
"Get up, Ernest, you lazy fellow!" exclaimed I, much annoyed; "why don't you mind your business? Look at the animals! They will be over the river again!"
"Get up, Ernest, you slacker!" I exclaimed, feeling really annoyed; "why don't you take care of your responsibilities? Look at the animals! They’re going to cross the river again!"
"No fear of that, father," returned he, with the utmost composure. "I have taken a couple of boards off the bridge. They won't pass the gap."
"No worries about that, Dad," he replied calmly. "I took a couple of boards off the bridge. They won't be able to cross the gap."
I could not help laughing at the ingenious device by which the boy had spared himself all trouble; at the same time I observed that it is wrong to waste the precious moments in sleep when duty has to be performed. I then bid him go and collect some salt, which was wanted at home, while I went to bathe.
I couldn't help but laugh at the clever trick the boy used to avoid all the work; at the same time, I realized it's wrong to waste valuable time sleeping when there's responsibility to take care of. I then told him to go get some salt we needed at home while I went to take a bath.
On coming back, much refreshed, I again missed Ernest, and began to wonder whether he was still gathering salt, or whether he had lain down somewhere to finish his nap, when I heard him loudly calling:
On coming back, feeling much more refreshed, I realized I still missed Ernest and started to wonder if he was still collecting salt or if he had laid down somewhere to finish his nap, when I heard him loudly calling:
"Father, father, I've caught a fish! an immense fellow he is. I can scarcely hold him, he drags the line so!"
"Father, father, I caught a fish! He's huge! I can barely hold him; he’s pulling on the line so hard!"
I quickly took the rod from him, and giving the fish more line, led him by degrees into shallow water. Ernest ran in with his hatchet and killed him.
I quickly grabbed the rod from him and, giving the fish more line, gradually guided it into shallower water. Ernest ran in with his hatchet and finished it off.
It proved to be a salmon of full fifteen pounds weight, and I was delighted to think of taking such a valuable prize to the mother.
It turned out to be a salmon weighing a full fifteen pounds, and I was thrilled at the thought of bringing such a valuable catch back to my mom.
"This is capital, Ernest!" cried I; "you have cleared yourself for once of the charge of laziness! Let us now carry this splendid salmon to the sledge. I will clean and pack it for the journey, that it may arrive in good condition, while you go and take a bath in the sea."
"This is great, Ernest!" I exclaimed; "you've actually done something without being lazy! Let’s take this amazing salmon to the sled. I’ll clean and pack it for the trip so it stays fresh, while you go and take a swim in the ocean."
All this being accomplished, we harnessed our beasts to the well-laden vehicle, and replacing the boards on the bridge, commenced the journey home.
All of this done, we hooked up our animals to the heavily loaded vehicle, replaced the boards on the bridge, and started the journey home.
We kept inland this time, and were skirting the borders of a grassy thicket, when Juno suddenly left us, and plunging into the bushes, with fierce barking hunted out, right in front of us, the most singular-looking creature I ever beheld. It was taking wonderful flying leaps, apparently in a sitting posture, and got over the ground at an astonishing rate. I attempted to shoot it as it passed, but missed. Ernest, who was behind me, observed its movements very coolly, and seeing that the dog was puzzled, and that the animal, having paused, was crouching among the grass, went cautiously nearer, fired at the spot he had marked, and shot it dead.
We stayed inland this time, skirting the edge of a grassy thicket when Juno suddenly left us. Charging into the bushes and barking fiercely, she flushed out the most unique-looking creature I’ve ever seen, right in front of us. It was making incredible flying leaps, seeming to sit while doing so, and covered ground at an amazing speed. I tried to shoot it as it darted by, but I missed. Ernest, who was behind me, watched its movements calmly. Noticing that the dog was confused and that the creature had stopped to crouch in the grass, he cautiously approached, aimed at the spot he had seen, and shot it dead.
The extraordinary appearance of this creature surprised us very much. It was as large as a sheep, its head was shaped like that of a mouse; its skin also was of a mouse color, it had long ears like a hare, and a tail like a tiger's. The fore-paws resembled those of a squirrel, but they seemed only half-grown, while the hind legs were enormous, and so long that, when upright on them, the animal would look as if mounted on stilts.
The unusual appearance of this creature really surprised us. It was as big as a sheep, with a head shaped like a mouse; its skin was also mouse-colored, it had long ears like a hare, and a tail like a tiger's. The front paws looked like those of a squirrel, but they seemed only half-grown, while the hind legs were huge, so long that when it stood on them, the animal looked like it was on stilts.
For some time we stood silently wondering at the remarkable creature before us. I could not recollect to have seen or heard of any such.
For a while, we stood there in silence, amazed by the incredible creature in front of us. I couldn’t remember ever seeing or hearing about anything like it.
"Well, father," said Ernest at last, "I should say this was about the queerest beast to be met with anywhere. I am glad I knocked it over. How they will all stare when I carry it home!"
"Well, Dad," said Ernest finally, "I’d say this is probably the weirdest animal you'll find anywhere. I'm glad I took it down. Just think of how surprised everyone will be when I bring it home!"
"You have had a lucky day altogether, certainly," said I; "but I cannot think what this animal can be. Examine its teeth, and let us see to what class of mammalia it belongs. We may be led to guess at its name in that way."
"You've definitely had a lucky day," I said. "But I can't figure out what this animal is. Check its teeth, and let’s see what kind of mammal it belongs to. That might help us guess its name."
"I see four sharp incisor teeth, father—two upper, and two under, as a squirrel has."
"I see four sharp front teeth, Dad—two on top and two on the bottom, like a squirrel has."
"Ah! then he is a rodent. What rodents can you remember, Ernest?"
"Ah! So he’s a rat. What rats do you remember, Ernest?"
"I do not know them all, but there are the mouse, the marmot, the squirrel, the hare, the beaver, the jerboa——"
"I don’t know them all, but there are the mouse, the marmot, the squirrel, the hare, the beaver, the jerboa——"
"The jerboa!" I exclaimed, "the jerboa! now we shall have it. This is really very like a jerboa, only far larger. It must be a kangaroo, one of the class of animals which has a pouch or purse beneath the body, in which its young can take refuge. They were discovered in New Holland, by the great Captain Cook, and I congratulate you on being the first to obtain a specimen in New Switzerland!" I added, laughing, as I extemporized the name.
"The jerboa!" I exclaimed, "the jerboa! Now we can finally get one. This is definitely similar to a jerboa, just much larger. It must be a kangaroo, one of those animals that has a pouch under its body where its young can hide. They were found in Australia by the great Captain Cook, and I congratulate you on being the first to get a specimen in New Switzerland!" I added, laughing, as I made up the name.
The kangaroo was added to the already heavy load on our sledge, and we proceeded slowly, arriving late at Falconhurst, but meeting with the usual bright welcome.
The kangaroo was added to the already heavy load on our sled, and we moved slowly, arriving late at Falconhurst but getting the usual warm welcome.
One wore a long night-shirt, which, with a belt, was a convenient length in front, but trailed behind in orthodox ghost fashion.
One wore a long nightshirt, which, when belted, was a convenient length in front but hung down behind in a traditional ghostly way.
Another had on a very wide pair of trousers, braced up so short that each little leg looked like the clapper in a bell.
Another wore a very wide pair of pants, pulled up so high that each little leg looked like the clapper in a bell.
The third, buttoned up in a pea-jacket which came down to his ankles, looked for all the world like a walking portmanteau.
The third, dressed in a pea coat that reached his ankles, looked just like a walking suitcase.
Amid much joking and laughter, the mother explained that she had been washing all day, and while their clothes were drying, the boys amused themselves by dressing up in things they found while rummaging the sailor's chest, and had kept them on, that Ernest and I might see the masquerade. It certainly amused us, but made me regret that so little belonging to ourselves had been saved from the wreck, in consequence of which the children had scarcely a change of linen.
Amid lots of jokes and laughter, the mother explained that she had been washing all day, and while their clothes were drying, the boys entertained themselves by dressing up in things they found while digging through the sailor's chest, and they kept them on so that Ernest and I could see their costumes. It definitely entertained us, but it made me regret that so few of our things had been saved from the wreck, which meant the children barely had a change of clothes.
Turning now to our new acquisitions, we excited great interest by exhibiting each in turn; the large salmon, but more especially the kangaroo, surprised and delighted every one.
Turning now to our new acquisitions, we generated a lot of interest by showcasing each one in order; the large salmon, but especially the kangaroo, amazed and thrilled everyone.
Fritz alone wore a look expressive of dissatisfaction, and I saw that he was envious of his younger brother's success. Vexed that so noble a prize had fallen to Ernest's gun, instead of his own, he treated it rather slightingly; but I could see that he was struggling against his jealous feelings, and he, after a while, succeeded in recovering his good humor, and joined pleasantly in the conversation.
Fritz was the only one who looked unhappy, and I could tell he was jealous of his younger brother's success. Frustrated that such an impressive prize had gone to Ernest's gun instead of his, he acted as if it didn't matter much. However, I noticed he was fighting his jealous feelings, and eventually, he managed to regain his good mood and joined in the conversation cheerfully.
"What a famous day's sport you have had altogether!" said he, coming close up to me. "It will be my turn to go out with you next, will it not, father? Just about here there is nothing to shoot, and I have found it very dull."
"What an exciting day of hunting you’ve had!" he said, stepping closer to me. "Next, it will be my turn to go out with you, right, dad? There's nothing to shoot around here, and I’ve found it pretty boring."
As the shades of night approached, we made haste to conclude the day's work, by preparing the kangaroo, part for immediate use, and part for salting. The animals were fed, and a plentiful allowance of salt made to them. Our own supper of broiled salmon and potatoes was dispatched with great appetite, and we retired, with thankful hearts, to sound and well-earned repose.
As night fell, we hurried to finish our work for the day by preparing the kangaroo—some for immediate use and some for salting. The animals were fed, and they received a good amount of salt. We enjoyed our supper of grilled salmon and potatoes with great appetite, and then we went to bed with grateful hearts for a good, well-deserved rest.
CHAPTER 5. Jack and Ernest disappear—Fritz and I head to the wreck—The boys set up an ambush—We build a raft—Search the vessel—Set out again—Spot a turtle—Fritz harpoons it—The turtle acts like a "Steam Tug"—Safely on shore—Heading home—Jack's clay field—A new discovery—The mother's cellar—A trip to the wreck—The pinnace—Jack's raid on the Lilliputians—A secret comes to light—A new way to grind flour—Is it safe or toxic?—Getting serious about making bread.
Next morning, while the breakfast was getting ready, I attended to the beautiful skin of the kangaroo, which I was anxious to preserve entire; and afterward, when Fritz had prepared everything in readiness for our trip to the wreck, I called Ernest and Jack in order to give them some parting injunctions. They, however, had disappeared directly after breakfast, and their mother could only guess, that, as we required potatoes, they might have gone to fetch a supply. I desired her to reprove them, on their return, for starting away without leave; but, as it appeared they had taken Turk, I satisfied myself that no harm was likely to befall them, although it was not without reluctance that I left my dear wife alone with little Franz, cheering her with hopes of our speedy return with new treasures from the wreck.
The next morning, while breakfast was being prepared, I worked on preserving the beautiful skin of the kangaroo, which I was eager to keep whole. Afterward, when Fritz had everything ready for our trip to the wreck, I called Ernest and Jack to give them a few parting instructions. However, they had disappeared right after breakfast, and their mother could only guess that, since we needed potatoes, they might have gone to get some. I asked her to scold them when they got back for leaving without permission; but since it seemed they had taken Turk with them, I felt reassured that they would be safe, although it was with some reluctance that I left my dear wife alone with little Franz, encouraging her with hopes of our quick return with new treasures from the wreck.
Advancing steadily on our way, we crossed the bridge at Jackal River, when suddenly, to our no small astonishment, Jack and Ernest burst out of a hiding place where they had lain in wait for us, and were enchanted with the startling effect of their unexpected appearance upon their unsuspecting father and brother. It was evident that they fully believed they might now go with us to the wreck.
Advancing steadily on our way, we crossed the bridge at Jackal River, when suddenly, to our great surprise, Jack and Ernest jumped out from a hiding spot where they had been waiting for us, thrilled by the shocking impact of their unexpected appearance on their unsuspecting father and brother. It was clear that they truly believed they could now join us at the wreck.
To this notion I at once put a decided stop, although I could not find in my heart to scold the two merry rogues for their thoughtless frolic, more especially as I particularly wished to send back a message to my wife. I told them they must hurry home, so as not to leave their mother in suspense, although, as they were already so far, they might collect some salt. And I instructed them to explain that, as my work on board would take up a long time, she must try to bear with our absence for a night. This I had meant to say when we parted, but my courage had failed, knowing how much she would object to such a plan, and I had resolved to return in the evening.
I quickly put a stop to that idea, although I couldn't bring myself to scold the two cheerful little rascals for their careless play, especially since I really wanted to send a message to my wife. I told them they needed to hurry home so they wouldn't keep their mother waiting, but since they were already out, they could gather some salt. I also told them to explain that, since my work on the ship would take a while, she needed to try to handle our absence for one night. I had planned to say this when we parted, but I lost my nerve, knowing how much she would dislike that idea, and I had planned to come back in the evening.
On consideration, however, of the importance of constructing a raft, which was my intention in going, and finishing it without a second trip, I determined to remain on board for the night, as the boys had, unintentionally, given me the chance of sending a message to that effect.
On thinking it over, though, about how important it was to build a raft, which was why I had gone in the first place, and to finish it without needing to go back again, I decided to stay on board for the night, as the boys had, without meaning to, given me the opportunity to send a message about that.
"Good-by, boys, take care of yourselves! we're off," shouted Fritz, as I joined him in the tub-boat, and we shoved off.
"Goodbye, guys, take care of yourselves! We're leaving," shouted Fritz as I joined him in the tub boat, and we pushed off.
The current carried us briskly out of the bay; we were very soon moored safely alongside the wreck, and scrambling up her shattered sides, stood on what remained of the deck, and began at once to lay our plans.
The current quickly swept us out of the bay; we were soon securely tied up next to the wreck, and climbing up her broken sides, we stood on what was left of the deck and immediately started making our plans.
I wanted to make a raft fit to carry on shore a great variety of articles far too large and heavy for our present boat. A number of empty water casks seemed just what was required for a foundation; we closed them tightly, pushed them overboard, and arranging twelve of them side by side in rows of three, we firmly secured them together by means of spars, and then proceeded to lay a good substantial floor of planks, which was defended by a low bulwark. In this way we soon had a first-rate raft, exactly suited to our purpose.
I wanted to build a raft that could carry a wide range of items that were too big and heavy for our current boat. A bunch of empty water casks seemed perfect for the foundation; we sealed them tight, pushed them overboard, and arranged twelve of them side by side in three rows. We securely tied them together with spars and then added a solid floor of planks, protected by a low railing. This way, we quickly built a top-notch raft, perfectly suited for our needs.
Rejoicing that we were not expected home, we now made an excellent supper from the ship's provisions, and then rested for the night on spring mattresses, a perfect luxury to us, after our hard and narrow hammocks.
Rejoicing that we weren’t expected home, we made an amazing dinner from the ship's supplies and then slept for the night on spring mattresses, a perfect luxury for us after our hard and cramped hammocks.
Next morning we actively set about loading the raft and boat: first carrying off the entire contents of our own cabins; and passing on to the captain's room, we removed the furniture, as well as the doors and window-frames, with their bolts, bars, and locks. We next took the officers' chests, and those belonging to the carpenter and gunsmith; the contents of these latter we had to remove in portions, as their weight was far beyond our strength.
Next morning, we got to work loading the raft and boat: first, we took everything from our own cabins, and then moved on to the captain's room, where we removed the furniture along with the doors and window frames, including their bolts, bars, and locks. Next, we grabbed the officers' chests, as well as those belonging to the carpenter and gunsmith; we had to take the contents of the latter in parts since their weight was way too heavy for us to handle.
One large chest was filled with an assortment of fancy goods, and reminded us of a jeweler's shop, so glittering was the display of gold and silver watches, snuff-boxes, buckles, studs, chains, rings, and all manner of trinkets; these, and a box of money, drew our attention for a time; but more useful to us at present was a case of common knives and forks, which I was glad to find, as more suited to us than the smart silver ones we had previously taken on shore. To my delight we found, most carefully packed, a number of young fruit trees: and we read on the tickets attached to them the names, so pleasant to European ears, of the apple, pear, chestnut, orange, almond, peach, apricot, plum, cherry, and vine.
One large chest was filled with a mix of fancy items, reminding us of a jeweler's shop, with its dazzling display of gold and silver watches, snuff boxes, buckles, studs, chains, rings, and all sorts of trinkets. These, along with a box of money, caught our attention for a while; however, what was more useful to us at the moment was a case of regular knives and forks, which I was happy to find, as they were more suited to us than the fancy silver ones we had previously taken ashore. To my delight, we discovered a number of young fruit trees, carefully packed, and we read on the tags attached to them the names, so nice to European ears, of apple, pear, chestnut, orange, almond, peach, apricot, plum, cherry, and vine.
The cargo, which had been destined for the supply of a distant colony, proved, in fact, a rich and almost inexhaustible treasure to us. Ironmongery, plumber's tools, lead, paint, grindstones, cart wheels, and all that was necessary for the work of a smith's forge, spades and plowshares, sacks of maize, peas, oats, and wheat, a hand-mill, and also the parts of a saw-mill so carefully numbered that, were we strong enough, it would be easy to put it up, had been stowed away.
The cargo, which was meant for a far-off colony, turned out to be a valuable and nearly endless treasure for us. It included iron tools, plumbing equipment, lead, paint, grindstones, cart wheels, and everything needed for a blacksmith's shop, along with shovels and plow blades, sacks of corn, peas, oats, and wheat, a hand mill, and parts of a sawmill so carefully labeled that, if we were strong enough, we could easily assemble it.
So bewildered were we by the wealth around us that for some time we were at a loss as to what to remove to the raft. It would be impossible to take everything; yet the first storm would complete the destruction of the ship, and we should lose all we left behind. Selecting a number of the most useful articles, however, including of course the grain and the fruit trees, we gradually loaded our raft. Fishing lines, reels, cordage, and a couple of harpoons were put on board, as well as a mariner's compass.
So confused were we by the wealth around us that for a while, we didn’t know what to take to the raft. It was impossible to take everything; yet the first storm would finish off the ship, and we would lose everything we left behind. However, after selecting a number of the most useful items, including, of course, the grain and the fruit trees, we gradually loaded our raft. We added fishing lines, reels, cordage, and a couple of harpoons, along with a mariner's compass.
Fritz, recollecting our encounter with the shark, placed the harpoons in readiness; and amused me by seeming to picture himself a whaler, flourishing his harpoon in most approved fashion.
Fritz, remembering our encounter with the shark, got the harpoons ready; and entertained me by pretending to be a whaler, waving his harpoon around in the most impressive way.
Early in the afternoon, both our crafts were heavily laden, and we were ready to make for the shore. The voyage was begun with considerable anxiety, as, with the raft in tow, there was some danger of an accident.
Early in the afternoon, both our boats were loaded down, and we were ready to head for the shore. We started the journey with a lot of worry, as towing the raft posed some risk of an accident.
But the sea being calm and the wind favorable, we found we could spread the sail, and our progress was very satisfactory.
But with the sea calm and the wind in our favor, we discovered we could set the sail, and we made very good progress.
Presently, Fritz asked me for the telescope, as he had observed something curious floating at a distance. Then handing it back, he begged me to examine the object; which I soon discovered to be a turtle asleep on the water, and of course unconscious of our approach.
Currently, Fritz asked me for the telescope because he saw something strange floating in the distance. After he handed it back, he asked me to check out the object; I quickly realized it was a turtle sleeping on the water, completely unaware of us coming closer.
"Do, father, steer toward it!" exclaimed he.
"Come on, Dad, steer toward it!" he exclaimed.
I accordingly did so, that he might have a nearer look at the creature. Little did I suspect what was to follow. The lad's back was turned to me, and the broad sail was between us, so that I could not perceive his actions; when, all of a sudden, I experienced a shock, and the thrill of line running through a reel. Before I had time to call out, a second shock, and the sensation of the boat being rapidly drawn through the water, alarmed me.
I did just that so he could take a closer look at the creature. I had no idea what was coming next. The boy had his back to me, and the big sail was in the way, so I couldn't see what he was doing. Suddenly, I felt a jolt and the line zipping through the reel. Before I could shout, there was another jolt, and I felt the boat being pulled quickly through the water, which really worried me.
"Fritz, what are you about?" cried I, "you are sending us to the bottom."
"Fritz, what are you doing?" I yelled. "You're going to sink us!"
"I have him, hurrah! I have him safe!" shouted he, in eager excitement.
"I've got him, hooray! I've got him safe!" he shouted, filled with eager excitement.
Lowering the sail and seizing my hatchet, I hastened forward, in order to cut the line, and cast adrift at once turtle and harpoon.
Lowering the sail and grabbing my hatchet, I rushed forward to cut the line and immediately letting the turtle and harpoon drift away.
"Father! do wait!" pleaded the boy, "there is no danger just yet? I promise to cut the line myself the instant it is necessary! Let us catch this turtle if we possibly can."
"Father! Please wait!" the boy pleaded, "there's no danger right now, is there? I promise I'll cut the line myself the moment it's needed! Let's try to catch this turtle if we can."
"My dear boy, the turtle will be a very dear bargain, if he upsets all our goods into the sea, even if he does not drown us too. For Heaven's sake be careful! I will wait a few minutes, but the minute there is danger, cut the line."
"My dear boy, the turtle is going to be a real bargain if he tips all our stuff into the sea, even if he doesn’t drown us too. For heaven's sake, be careful! I’ll wait a few minutes, but the moment there’s any danger, cut the line."
As the turtle began to make for the open sea, I hoisted the sail again; and, finding the opposition too much for it, the creature again directed its course landward, drawing us rapidly after it. The part of the shore for which the turtle was making was considerably to the left of our usual landing place. The beach there shelved very gradually, and at some distance from land we grounded with a sharp shock, but fortunately without a capsize.
As the turtle headed out to sea, I raised the sail again; but realizing it was too much to handle, the turtle turned back toward shore, pulling us along quickly. The part of the beach it was heading for was quite a bit to the left of our usual spot. The shore sloped down gently, and we hit the ground with a jolt at some distance from the land, but luckily without tipping over.
The turtle was evidently greatly exhausted, and no wonder, since it had been acting the part of a steam tug, and had been dragging, at full speed, a couple of heavily laden vessels. Its intention was to escape to land; but I leaped into the water, and wading up to it, dispatched it with my ax. Such was its tenacity of life, however, that it did not cease its struggles, until I had actually severed its head from its body.
The turtle was clearly very tired, and it’s no surprise, since it had been working like a steam tug, pulling a couple of heavily loaded boats at full speed. It aimed to escape to shore, but I jumped into the water, waded over to it, and killed it with my axe. Despite this, it was so determined to survive that it didn’t stop fighting until I had actually chopped its head off.
As we were by no means far from Falconhurst, Fritz gave notice of our approach by firing off his gun, as well as shouting loudly in his glee; and, while we were yet engaged in securing our boats and getting the turtle on shore, the whole family appeared in the distance, hastening eagerly toward us; and our new prize, together with the well-laden boat and raft, excited the liveliest interest; my wife's chief pleasure, however, consisted in seeing us back, as our night's absence had disturbed her, and she was horrified by the description of our dangerous run in the wake of the fugitive turtle.
As we were not far from Falconhurst, Fritz announced our arrival by firing his gun and shouting joyfully. While we were busy securing our boats and getting the turtle ashore, the whole family appeared in the distance, eagerly rushing toward us. Our new catch, along with the heavily loaded boat and raft, sparked the most excitement. However, my wife's biggest joy was simply seeing us back, as our night away had worried her, and she was horrified by the story of our risky chase after the runaway turtle.
Being anxious to remove some of our goods before night, the boys ran off to fetch the sledge; while I, having no anchor, contrived to moor the boats by means of some of the heavy blocks of iron we had brought.
Being eager to move some of our things before nightfall, the boys hurried off to get the sled. Meanwhile, since I didn’t have an anchor, I managed to secure the boats using some of the heavy iron blocks we had brought.
It required our united strength to get the turtle hoisted on to the sledge, its weight being prodigious; we found it, indeed, with the addition of the sapling fruit trees, quite a sufficient load.
It took all our strength to lift the turtle onto the sledge, as its weight was enormous; we realized that, along with the young fruit trees, it was quite a heavy load.
We then made the best of our way home, chatting merrily about our various adventures. The first thing to be done on arriving was to obtain some of the turtle's flesh and cook it for supper. To my wife this appeared necessarily a work of time, as well as of difficulty; but I turned the beast on its back, and soon detached a portion of the meat from the breast with a hatchet, by breaking the lower shell: and I then directed that it should be cooked, with a little salt, shell and all.
We then made our way home, chatting happily about our various adventures. The first thing we needed to do when we arrived was to get some of the turtle meat and cook it for dinner. To my wife, this seemed like it would take a lot of time and effort, but I flipped the turtle onto its back and quickly cut a piece of meat from the breast with a hatchet, breaking through the lower shell. I then instructed that it should be cooked with a little salt, shell and all.
"But let me first cut away this disgusting green fat," said my wife, with a little shudder. "See how it sticks all over the meat. No one could eat anything so nasty."
"But let me first cut away this gross green fat," said my wife, with a slight shudder. "Look at how it clings to the meat. No one could eat something so disgusting."
"Leave that fat, whatever you do!" exclaimed I. "Why, my dear, that is the very best part, and the delight of the epicure. If there be really too much, cut some off—it can be used as lard, and let the dogs make a supper of the refuse."
"Leave that fat, whatever you do!" I exclaimed. "Why, my dear, that's the best part and a treat for food lovers. If there's actually too much, just cut some off—it can be used as lard, and the dogs can have the leftovers for dinner."
"And the handsome shell!" cried Fritz; "I should like to make a water-trough of that, to stand near the brook, and be kept always full of clear water. How useful it would be!"
"And the beautiful shell!" exclaimed Fritz; "I’d love to turn that into a water trough to place by the brook, always filled with fresh water. How practical it would be!"
"That is a capital idea," I replied, "and we may manage it easily, if we can find clay so as to make a firm foundation on which to place it."
"That's a great idea," I said, "and we can probably pull it off easily if we can find some clay to create a solid foundation to put it on."
"Oh, as to clay," said Jack, "I have a grand lump of clay there under that root."
"Oh, about clay," Jack said, "I have a big chunk of clay right under that root."
"He found a bed of clay near the river this morning," said his mother, "and came home in such a mess, I had regularly to scrape his clothes and wash him thoroughly!"
"He found a patch of clay by the river this morning," his mother said, "and came home in such a mess that I had to scrape his clothes and wash him up really well!"
"Well, mother, I can only tell you I should never in all my days have found the clay, if I had not slipped and fallen among it."
"Well, mom, I can only tell you I would never have found the clay in my entire life if I hadn’t slipped and fallen into it."
"That I can well believe," returned his mother; "only, to hear your talk this morning, one would have thought your discovery of clay the result of very arduous search indeed."
"That I can definitely believe," his mother responded; "but from what you said this morning, it sounded like you discovered clay after a really tough search."
"When you have ended the question of the clay and the turtle shell," said Ernest, "I should like to show you some roots I found to-day; they are getting rather dry now. They look something like radishes, although the plant itself was almost a bush; but I have not ventured to taste them, although our old sow was devouring them at a great rate."
"When you’ve finished discussing the clay and the turtle shell," said Ernest, "I’d like to show you some roots I found today; they’re getting pretty dry now. They look a bit like radishes, even though the plant itself was almost a bush; but I haven’t dared to taste them, even though our old sow was gobbling them up quickly."
"In that you did wisely, my boy. Swine eat many things injurious to men. Let me see your roots. How did you discover them?"
"In that you did well, my boy. Pigs eat many things that are harmful to people. Let me see your roots. How did you find them?"
"I was rambling in the wood this morning, and came upon the sow, very busy grubbing under a small bush, and eating something ravenously; so I drove her away, and found a number of these roots, which I brought for you to see."
"I was wandering in the woods this morning and came across the sow, busy digging under a small bush and eating something hungrily. So, I chased her off and found several of these roots, which I brought for you to see."
"Indeed, Ernest," I exclaimed, after taking the roots in my hand and considering them attentively, "I am inclined to believe that you have really made a brilliant discovery! If this proves to be, as I expect, the manioc root, we might lose every other eatable we possess, and yet not starve. In the West Indies, cakes called cassava bread are made from it; and, already having potatoes, we shall be very independent if we can succeed in preparing flour from these roots. Great care must be taken in the manufacture to express the juice, otherwise the flour may be injurious and even poisonous.
"Wow, Ernest," I said, after picking up the roots and examining them closely, "I really think you might have made an incredible discovery! If this turns out to be, as I suspect, the manioc root, we could lose all our other food supplies and still not go hungry. In the West Indies, they make cakes called cassava bread from it; and since we already have potatoes, we’ll be pretty self-sufficient if we can figure out how to turn these roots into flour. We need to be really careful when processing it to extract the juice, because if we don’t, the flour could be harmful and even toxic."
Finding there was still time to make another trip with the sledge, I went off with the elder boys, leaving Franz with his mother; and we all looked forward with satisfaction to the prospect of the princely supper they were to have ready for us, for our day's work had been none of the lightest.
Finding there was still time to make another trip with the sled, I went off with the older boys, leaving Franz with his mom; and we all eagerly anticipated the fancy dinner they were preparing for us, since our day’s work had been pretty tough.
"I have been thinking about my turtle, father," said Fritz, as we went along; "is not the shell very valuable? Surely beautiful combs, boxes, and a number of ornamental things are made of tortoise shell, and if so, it seems a pity to use it for a water trough."
"I’ve been thinking about my turtle, Dad," Fritz said as we walked. "Isn’t the shell really valuable? Beautiful combs, boxes, and a bunch of decorative items are made from tortoise shell, so it seems like a waste to use it for a water trough."
"Your turtle, Fritz, is only fit for eating, its shell is worthless as regards ornament; whereas the species whose shell is prized so much is unfit for food. Tortoise shell is subjected to the action of the heat, the outer layer peels off, leaving a beautifully marked, semi-transparent surface, which is susceptible of a very high polish."
"Your turtle, Fritz, is only good for eating; its shell isn't worth anything for decoration. On the other hand, the type of turtle shell that is so highly valued isn’t suitable for food. Tortoise shell can be heated, causing the outer layer to separate, revealing a beautifully patterned, semi-transparent surface that can be polished to a high shine."
The sledge quickly received its second load from the raft. Chests, four cart-wheels, and the hand-mill were placed on it, with all manner of smaller articles, and we lost no time in returning to Falconhurst.
The sledge quickly got its second load from the raft. Chests, four cart wheels, and the hand mill were loaded onto it, along with various smaller items, and we wasted no time heading back to Falconhurst.
The mother welcomed us joyfully, for she said we had been regularly overworked during the last two days. "However, now you are come home to rest," said she, "and you little think what refreshment awaits you here in the shade. Come and see my cellar!" and she smilingly exhibited a small cask, half sunk in the ground, and well sheltered with leaves and branches.
The mother greeted us with joy, saying we had been working hard for the last two days. "But now you've come home to relax," she said, "and you have no idea what refreshment is waiting for you here in the shade. Come and see my cellar!" She smiled as she showed us a small cask, partly buried in the ground and well-protected by leaves and branches.
"Ah! you wonder where this came from," continued the mother; "well, I found it myself on the sands, to-day, while you were all absent; and fancying it was wine of some sort, I got it up here on purpose to be ready for you. The boys are most anxious to know what sort of wine it will prove to be."
"Ah! you’re curious about where this came from," the mother continued. "Well, I found it myself on the beach today while you were all gone, and thinking it was some kind of wine, I brought it up here just for you. The boys are really eager to find out what kind of wine it is."
As the simplest method of ascertaining this, I inserted a straw at the vent-hole, and presently announced, that in all my life I had never enjoyed a more delicious draught of Canary sack. The mother was immediately pleased to find that her exertions in my behalf had not been thrown away, and the boys pressed around me, armed with straws and begging for a taste.
As the easiest way to figure this out, I stuck a straw in the vent-hole and soon declared that in all my life, I had never experienced a tastier sip of Canary sack. The mother was instantly happy to discover that her efforts for me hadn’t been in vain, and the boys gathered around me, armed with straws and asking for a taste.
After so strongly expressing my own enjoyment of the wine, it seemed unreasonable to deny them this, and I let them come in turns, but was speedily obliged to call a halt; for the rogues got so eager and excited that I had to reprove them for their greediness, and warn them of the risk they ran of being intoxicated. In fact, I blamed myself for allowing them to have this strong wine as a beverage at all. They were wholly unaccustomed to it, and were, besides, fatigued and very hungry. Supper was more to the purpose; and, as the turtle proved delicious, it was heartily enjoyed, and gave us strength to haul the mattresses we had brought from the ship up into our sleeping rooms, so that very refreshing slumbers closed the day.
After I expressed how much I enjoyed the wine, it felt unreasonable to deny them, so I let them have a turn. However, I quickly had to put a stop to it because they got so eager and excited that I had to call them out for their greediness and warn them about the risks of getting drunk. Honestly, I felt guilty for even allowing them to drink such strong wine. They were completely not used to it and were also tired and very hungry. Dinner was more what we needed; the turtle was delicious, and we enjoyed it a lot, which gave us the strength to haul the mattresses we brought from the ship up to our sleeping rooms, leading to a very refreshing rest for the night.
Early next morning I got up without rousing any of the others, intending to pay a visit to the beach; for I had my doubts about the safety of my vessels on the open shore. The dogs were delighted when I descended the ladder, and bounded to meet me; the cocks crowed and flapped their wings; two pretty kids gamboled around; all was life and energy; the ass alone seemed disinclined to begin the day, and as I especially required his services, this was unfortunate. I put his morning dreams to flight, however, and harnessed him to the sledge; the cow, as she had not been milked, enjoyed the privilege of further repose, and, with the rest of the family, I left her dozing.
Early the next morning, I got up without waking anyone else, planning to check on the beach because I was worried about the safety of my boats on the open shore. The dogs were thrilled when I came down the ladder and ran to greet me; the roosters crowed and flapped their wings; two cute kids were playing around; everything was full of life and energy. Only the donkey seemed uninterested in starting the day, which was a problem since I really needed his help. I woke him from his morning nap, though, and hooked him up to the sled. The cow, not having been milked yet, enjoyed the chance to sleep in, so I left her snoozing with the rest of the family.
My fears as to the safety of the boats were soon dispelled, for they were all right; and, being in haste to return, the load I collected from their freight was but a light one, and the donkey willingly trotted home with it, he, as well as I, being uncommonly ready for breakfast. Approaching the tree, not a sound was to be heard, not a soul was to be seen, although it was broad day; and great was my good wife's surprise, when, roused by the clatter and hullabaloo I made, she started up, and became aware of the late hour!
My worries about the safety of the boats quickly faded, since they were just fine; and, eager to get back, the load I gathered from their cargo was pretty light, so the donkey happily trotted home with it, both he and I being extremely ready for breakfast. As I got closer to the tree, there wasn't a single sound to be heard, not a person in sight, even though it was broad daylight; and my good wife's surprise was huge when, startled by the noise and commotion I was making, she woke up and realized how late it was!
"What can have made us oversleep ourselves like this?" she exclaimed. "It must be the fault of those mattresses; they are delightful, but really too lulling; see, the children are sound asleep still."
"What could have caused us to oversleep like this?" she exclaimed. "It must be those mattresses; they're so comfortable, but really too soothing; look, the kids are still fast asleep."
With much stretching and many yawns, the boys at last came tumbling down from the tree, rubbing their eyes and seeming but half awake; Ernest last, as usual.
With lots of stretching and yawning, the boys finally tumbled down from the tree, rubbing their eyes and looking half awake; Ernest was last, as usual.
"Come, my boys," said I, "this will never do! Your beds were too luxurious last night, I see." In my own opinion, however, I felt there was something else to blame besides the comfortable mattresses, and I made a mental resolve that the captain's fine Canary should be dealt with very sparingly in future. "So now for prayers and breakfast," I continued, "and then off to work. I must have our cargo landed in time to get the boats off with the next tide."
"Come on, guys," I said, "this isn't going to work! Your beds were way too comfy last night, I can tell." But honestly, I felt there was more to blame than just the nice mattresses, and I decided that the captain's fine Canary would need to be used more carefully from now on. "So, let’s get ready for prayers and breakfast," I continued, "and then it’s back to work. I need to make sure we unload our cargo in time to send the boats off with the next tide."
By dint of downright hard work, we accomplished this, and I got on board with Fritz as soon as they were afloat; the rest turned homeward, but Jack lingered behind with such imploring looks, that I could not resist taking him with me.
By putting in a lot of hard work, we managed to do this, and I joined Fritz as soon as they were on the water; the others headed back home, but Jack stayed behind with such pleading looks that I couldn't say no to bringing him with me.
My intention had been simply to take the vessels round to the harbor in Safety Bay, but the calm sea and fine weather tempted me to make another trip to the wreck. It took up more time than I expected, so that, when on board, we could only make a further examination of the cargo, collect a few portable articles, and then avail ourselves of the sea-breeze which would fail us later in the evening.
My plan was just to take the boats over to the harbor in Safety Bay, but the calm sea and nice weather made me want to make another trip to the wreck. It took longer than I thought, so by the time we were on board, we could only check out the cargo, grab a few portable items, and then take advantage of the sea breeze that would disappear later in the evening.
He was followed by Fritz, whose news was still more important. He had found, carefully packed and enclosed within partitions, what appeared to be the separate parts of a pinnace, with rigging and fittings complete, even to a couple of small brass guns. This was a great discovery, and I hastened to see if the lad was right. Indeed he was, but my pleasure was qualified by a sense of the arduous task it would be to put such a craft together so as to be fit for sea. For the present we had barely time to get something to eat and hurry into the boat, where were collected our new acquisitions, namely, a copper boiler, iron plates, tobacco-graters, two grindstones, a small barrel of powder, and another of flints, two wheel-barrows, besides Jack's, which he kept under his own especial care.
He was followed by Fritz, whose news was even more significant. He had discovered what seemed to be the individual parts of a small boat, neatly packed and separated, complete with rigging and fittings, including a couple of small brass cannons. This was a major find, and I rushed to see if the kid was right. He definitely was, but my excitement was tempered by the realization of how challenging it would be to assemble such a vessel for the sea. For now, we barely had time to grab something to eat and rush into the boat, where our new gear was gathered, including a copper boiler, iron plates, tobacco graters, two grindstones, a small barrel of gunpowder, another barrel of flints, and two wheelbarrows, in addition to the one Jack was keeping under his special care.
As we drew near the shore, we were surprised to see a number of little figures ranged in a row along the water's edge, and apparently gazing fixedly at us. They seemed to wear dark coats and white waistcoats, and stood quite still with their arms dropping by their sides, only every now and then one would extend them gently, as though longing to embrace us.
As we got closer to the shore, we were surprised to see several small figures lined up along the water's edge, seemingly staring at us. They appeared to be wearing dark coats and white vests, standing perfectly still with their arms hanging loosely at their sides, though every now and then one would gently reach out, almost as if they wanted to hug us.
"Ah! here at last come the pigmy inhabitants of the country to welcome us!" cried I, laughing.
"Ah! here they are at last, the tiny residents of this place coming to greet us!" I exclaimed, laughing.
"Oh, father!" exclaimed Jack, "I hope they are Lilliputians! I once read in a book about them, so there must be such people, you know, only these look rather too large."
"Oh, Dad!" exclaimed Jack, "I hope they’re Lilliputians! I once read about them in a book, so they must exist, you know, but these ones seem a bit too big."
"You must be content to give up the Lilliputians and accept penguins, my dear Jack," said I. "We have not before seen them in such numbers, but Ernest knocked one down, if you remember, soon after we landed. They can neither fly nor run."
"You have to be okay with letting go of the Lilliputians and accepting penguins, my dear Jack," I said. "We haven't seen so many of them before, but if you remember, Ernest knocked one down soon after we landed. They can't fly or run."
We were gradually approaching the land as I spoke, and no sooner was the water shallow, than out sprang Jack from his tub, and wading ashore, took the unsuspecting birds by surprise, and with his stick laid half a dozen, right and left, either stunned or dead at his feet. The rest escaped into the water, dived, and disappeared.
We were slowly getting close to land as I was talking, and as soon as the water got shallow, Jack jumped out of his tub and waded ashore, surprising the unsuspecting birds. With his stick, he knocked down half a dozen, either stunned or dead at his feet. The others flew into the water, dove, and vanished.
As these penguins are disagreeable food, on account of their strong, oily taste, I was sorry Jack had attacked them; but going to examine them when we landed, some of the fallen arose from their swoon, and began solemnly to waddle away, upon which we caught them, and tying their feet together with long grass, laid them on the sand to wait until we were ready to start.
As these penguins weren't great to eat due to their strong, oily flavor, I regretted that Jack had gone after them. However, when we landed and went to check them out, some of the ones that had fainted started to come to and solemnly waddled away. So, we caught them, tied their feet together with long grass, and laid them on the sand to wait until we were ready to leave.
The three wheel-barrows then each received a load, the live penguins, seated gravely, were trundled along by Jack, and away we went at a great rate.
The three wheelbarrows then each got a load, the live penguins, sitting seriously, were pushed along by Jack, and off we went quickly.
The usual noise of our approach set the dogs barking furiously, but discovering us, they rushed forward with such forcible demonstrations of delight, that poor little Jack, who, as it was, could scarcely manage his barrow, was fairly upset, penguins and all. This was too much for his patience, and it was absurd to see how he started up and cuffed them soundly for their boisterous behavior.
The usual noise from us made the dogs bark wildly, but when they saw us, they ran over with such enthusiastic excitement that poor little Jack, who could barely handle his cart as it was, got completely knocked over, penguins and all. This was more than he could take, and it was funny to see him jump up and scold them for their rowdy behavior.
This scene, and the examination of our burdens, caused great merriment: the tobacco-grater and iron plates evidently puzzling everybody.
This scene, along with the look at our struggles, brought a lot of laughter: the tobacco grater and iron plates clearly confused everyone.
I sent the boys to catch some of our geese and ducks, and bid them fasten a penguin to each by the leg, thinking that it was worth while to try to tame them.
I sent the guys to catch some of our geese and ducks, and told them to tie a penguin to each by the leg, thinking it would be a good idea to try to tame them.
My wife had exerted herself in our absence to provide a good store of potatoes, and also of manioc root. I admired her industry, and little Franz said, "Ah, father! I wonder what you will say when mother and I give you some Indian corn, and melons, and pumpkins, and cucumbers!"
My wife had worked hard while we were away to stock up on potatoes and manioc root. I admired her dedication, and little Franz said, "Oh, dad! I can’t wait to see what you’ll say when mom and I give you some corn, melons, pumpkins, and cucumbers!"
"Now, you little chatterbox!" cried she, "you have let out my secret! I was to have the pleasure of surprising your father when my plants were growing up."
"Now, you little chatterbox!" she exclaimed, "you've revealed my secret! I was going to surprise your father when my plants were growing."
"Ah, the poor disappointed little mother!" said I. "Never mind! I am charmed to hear about it. Only do tell me where did these seeds come from?"
"Ah, the poor disappointed little mother!" I said. "Don't worry! I'm so glad to hear about it. Just tell me, where did these seeds come from?"
"Well done, you wise little woman!" I exclaimed. "Why, you are a model of prudence and industry!"
"Great job, you smart little woman!" I said. "You're a perfect example of being careful and hardworking!"
"But," continued she, "I do not half like the appearance of those tobacco-graters you have brought. Is it possible you are going to make snuff? Do, pray, let us make sure of abundance of food for our mouths, before we think of our noses!"
"But," she continued, "I really don't like the look of those tobacco graters you brought. Are you really planning to make snuff? Please, let's make sure we have plenty of food to eat before we worry about our noses!"
"Make your mind easy, my wife," said I. "I have not the remotest intention of introducing the dirty, ridiculous habit of snuffing into your family! Please to treat my graters with respect, however, because they are to be the means of providing you with the first fresh bread you have seen this many a long day."
"Don’t worry, my wife," I said. "I have no intention of bringing the silly, gross habit of snuffing into your family! But please treat my graters with respect, because they will be what gives you the first fresh bread you’ve had in a long time."
"What possible connection can there be between bread and tobacco-graters? I cannot imagine what you mean, and to talk of bread where there are no ovens is only tantalizing."
"What possible connection could there be between bread and tobacco graters? I can't understand what you mean, and discussing bread where there are no ovens is just teasing."
"Ah, you must not expect real loaves," said I. "But on these flat iron plates I can bake flat cakes or scones, which will be excellent bread; I mean to try at once what I can do with Ernest's roots. And first of all, I want you to make a nice strong canvas bag."
"Ah, you shouldn’t expect actual loaves," I said. "But on these flat iron plates, I can make flat cakes or scones, which will be great bread; I plan to see right away what I can do with Ernest's roots. And first, I need you to make a sturdy canvas bag."
This the mother willingly undertook to do, but she evidently had not much faith in my powers as a baker, and I saw her set on a good potful of potatoes before beginning to work, as though to make sure of a meal without depending on my bread.
This is what the mother willingly took on, but it was clear she didn't have much faith in my baking skills, and I noticed her put a good potful of potatoes on the stove before she started, as if to ensure she had a meal without relying on my bread.
Spreading a piece of sailcloth on the ground, I summoned my boys to set to work. Each took a grater and a supply of well-washed manioc root, and when all were seated round the cloth—"Once, twice, thrice! Off!" cried I, beginning to rub a root as hard as I could against the rough surface of my grater. My example was instantly followed by the whole party, amid bursts of merriment, as each remarked the funny attitude and odd gestures of his neighbors while vehemently rubbing, rasping, grating, and grinding down the roots allotted to him. No one was tempted by the look of the flour to stop and taste it, for in truth it looked much like wet sawdust.
Spreading a piece of sailcloth on the ground, I called my boys over to start working. Each grabbed a grater and a supply of well-washed manioc root, and once everyone was seated around the cloth—"Once, twice, thrice! Go!" I shouted, beginning to rub a root as hard as I could against the rough surface of my grater. My example was immediately followed by the entire group, amidst bursts of laughter, as each noted the funny postures and strange gestures of their neighbors while vigorously rubbing, rasping, grating, and grinding down the roots assigned to them. No one was tempted to stop and taste the flour because honestly, it looked a lot like wet sawdust.
"Cassava bread is highly esteemed in many parts of the New World, and I have heard that some Europeans there prefer it to the wheaten bread of their own country. There are various species of manioc. One sort grows quickly, and its roots ripen in a very short time. Another kind is of somewhat slower growth. The roots of the third kind do not come to maturity for two years. The two first are poisonous, if eaten raw, yet they are preferred to the third, which is harmless, because they are so much more fruitful, and the flour produced is excellent, if the scrapings are carefully pressed."
"Cassava bread is highly valued in many parts of the New World, and I've heard that some Europeans there actually prefer it to the wheat bread from their own country. There are different types of manioc. One type grows quickly, and its roots mature in a very short time. Another type grows at a slower rate. The roots of the third type take two years to mature. The first two types are toxic if eaten raw, but they are favored over the third type, which is safe, because they produce much more fruit, and the flour made from them is excellent if the scrapings are properly pressed."
"What is the good of pressing them, father?" inquired Ernest.
"What’s the point of pushing them, Dad?" asked Ernest.
"It is in order to express the sap, which contains poison. The dry pith is wholesome and nourishing. Still, I do not mean to taste my cakes, until I have tried the effect on our fowls and the ape."
"It’s meant to release the sap, which has toxins in it. The dry pith is healthy and nourishing. Still, I’m not planning to try my cakes until I see how they affect our chickens and the ape."
By this time our supply of roots being reduced to damp powder, the canvas bag was filled with it, and tying it tightly up, I attempted to squeeze it, but soon found that mechanical aid was necessary in order to express the moisture. My arrangements for this purpose were as follows: A strong, straight beam was made flat on one side, smooth planks were laid across two of the lower roots of our tree; on these we placed the sack, above the sack another plank, and over that the long beam; one end was passed under a root near the sack, the other projected far forward. And to that we attached all the heaviest weights we could think of, such as an anvil, iron bars, and masses of lead. The consequent pressure on the bag was enormous, and the sap flowed from it to the ground.
By this time, our supply of roots had been reduced to a damp powder. The canvas bag was filled with it, and after tying it tightly, I tried to squeeze it, but quickly realized I needed some mechanical help to get the moisture out. Here’s how I set it up: I took a strong, straight beam and flattened one side, then laid smooth planks across two of the lower roots of our tree. We placed the sack on these, put another plank on top of the sack, and then laid the long beam over that. One end of the beam went under a root near the sack, while the other end stuck out far in front. To it, we attached the heaviest weights we could find, like an anvil, iron bars, and big chunks of lead. The pressure on the bag was massive, and the sap flowed out onto the ground.
"Not at all," I replied; "once dry, the flour in barrels will keep fresh a long time. We shall use a great deal of this, however, as you shall see."
"Not at all," I replied; "once dry, the flour in barrels will stay fresh for a long time. We'll use a lot of this, as you'll see."
"Do you think we might begin now, father?" said Fritz. "There does not seem the least moisture remaining."
"Do you think we can start now, Dad?" said Fritz. "There doesn't seem to be any moisture left."
"Certainly," said I. "But I shall only make one cake to-day for an experiment; we must see how it agrees with Master Knips and the hens before we set up a bakehouse in regular style."
"Sure," I said. "But I’m only going to make one cake today as an experiment; we need to see how it goes with Master Knips and the hens before we set up a full bakehouse."
I took out a couple of handfuls of flour for this purpose, and with a stick loosened and stirred the remainder, which I intended should be again pressed. While an iron plate, placed over a good fire, was getting hot, I mixed the meal with water and a little salt, kneaded it well, and forming a thickish cake, laid it on the hot plate, when one side presently becoming a nice yellow-brown color, it was turned and was quickly baked.
I took out a couple of handfuls of flour for this, and with a stick, I loosened and stirred the rest, which I planned to press again. While a metal plate heated over a good fire, I mixed the flour with water and a bit of salt, kneaded it well, and shaped it into a thick cake. I put it on the hot plate, and when one side turned a nice yellow-brown color, I flipped it and it baked quickly.
It smelt so delicious that the boys quite envied the two hens and the monkey, who were selected as the subjects of this interesting experiment, and they silently watched them gobbling up the bits of cake I gave them, until Fritz turned to me, saying, "Suppose the cake is poisonous, what effect will it have on the creatures? Will they be stupefied, or will they suffer pain?"
It smelled so delicious that the boys really envied the two hens and the monkey, who were chosen for this interesting experiment. They quietly watched as the animals gobbled up the pieces of cake I gave them, until Fritz turned to me and asked, "What if the cake is poisonous? What will it do to them? Will they be dazed, or will they feel pain?"
"That depends upon the nature of the poison. Some cause violent pain, as colchicum, hellebore, and aconite. Others produce stupefaction and paralysis, as opium, hemlock, and prussic acid; while others again, as strychnine, are followed by violent convulsions, or, as belladonna, by delirium. The effects of course vary according to the quantity taken, and such remedies should be applied as will best counteract the effect of each poison: emetics in any case, to remove as much as possible of the noxious substance, combined with oils and mucilaginous drinks to soothe and protect the stomach in case of irritants; stimulants, such as spirits, ammonia, or strong coffee to rouse from the stupor of the narcotics; and sedative drugs, which are perhaps in themselves poisons, to counteract the over stimulation of the nerves caused by the convulsant poisons. But now let us think no more of poisons; here is supper ready and we need not be afraid to eat roast penguin and potatoes."
"That depends on the type of poison. Some cause severe pain, like colchicum, hellebore, and aconite. Others lead to stupor and paralysis, such as opium, hemlock, and cyanide; while others, like strychnine, result in intense convulsions, or, in the case of belladonna, delirium. The effects obviously vary based on the amount taken, and appropriate remedies should be used to best counteract each poison: emetics in any case, to eliminate as much of the harmful substance as possible, combined with oils and soothing drinks to protect the stomach in the case of irritants; stimulants like spirits, ammonia, or strong coffee to revive someone from the stupor caused by narcotics; and sedative drugs, which might also be poisons, to counteract the over-stimulation of the nerves caused by convulsants. But now let’s not think about poisons anymore; dinner is ready, and we shouldn't be afraid to eat roast penguin and potatoes."
No sooner said than done; we left the fowls picking up the least crumb they could find of the questionable food, and assembled to enjoy our evening meal. The potatoes were, as usual, excellent, the penguin was really not so bad as I expected, although fishy in taste and very tough.
No sooner said than done; we left the chickens pecking at the tiniest scraps of the questionable food and gathered to enjoy our dinner. The potatoes were, as always, excellent, and the penguin was actually not as bad as I had anticipated, although it did taste fishy and was quite tough.
Next morning every one expressed the tenderest concern as to the health of Knips and the hens; and lively pleasure was in every countenance when Jack, who ran first to make the visit inquiry, brought news of their perfect good health and spirits.
Next morning, everyone showed genuine concern for Knips and the hens' health, and there was a lively delight on every face when Jack, who rushed to check on them first, shared the great news of their excellent health and spirits.
No time was now to be lost, and the bread-baking commenced in earnest. A large fire was kindled, the plates heated, the meal made into cakes, each of the boys busily preparing his own, and watching the baking most eagerly. Mistakes occurred, of course; some of the bread was burnt, some not done enough; but a pile of nice, tempting cakes was at length ready, and with plenty of good milk we breakfasted right royally, and in high spirits at our success.
No time was to be wasted, and the bread-baking began in earnest. A large fire was lit, the plates heated, and the dough was made into cakes, with each boy eagerly preparing his own and keeping a close eye on the baking. Mistakes happened, of course; some bread got burnt, while others weren’t cooked enough. But eventually, a pile of delicious, tempting cakes was ready, and with plenty of good milk, we had a royal breakfast, celebrating our success in high spirits.
Soon after, while feeding the poultry with the fragments of the repast, I observed that the captive penguins were quite at ease among them and as tame as the geese and ducks; their bonds were therefore loosed, and they were left as free as the other fowls.
Soon after, while feeding the chickens with the leftovers from the meal, I noticed that the captive penguins were completely relaxed among them and just as tame as the geese and ducks; so, we removed their restraints, and they were left as free as the other birds.
CHAPTER 6.
Now for the small boat—Frequent visits to the wreck—The small boat is built—How will we get her out—The problem is solved—We prepare her—Fire a salute—The mother’s surprise—We visit Falconhurst—Take care of our fruit trees—Sports—The lasso—An outing—A bustard is caught—Ernest meets a magician—Jack confronts him—The Liane Rouge—We become carvers—Ernest’s alarm—The old sow again—We find a sleeping beauty—We bring it back to the camp—Knips calls our apples "good"—Return to Falconhurst.
Having now discovered how to provide bread for my family, my thoughts began to revert to the wreck and all the valuables yet contained within it. Above all, I was bent on acquiring possession of the beautiful pinnace, and aware that our united efforts would be required to do the necessary work, I began to coax and persuade the mother to let me go in force with all her boys except Franz.
Having figured out how to feed my family, I started to think about the shipwreck and all the valuables still inside it. More than anything, I was determined to get the beautiful small boat, and knowing that we'd need to work together to make it happen, I began to convince and persuade my mother to let me take all my brothers except Franz.
She very unwillingly gave her consent at last, but not until I had faithfully promised never to pass a night on board. I did so with reluctance, and we parted, neither feeling quite satisfied with the arrangement.
She reluctantly gave her consent in the end, but only after I promised I would never spend a night on board. I made that promise with hesitation, and we parted, neither of us feeling completely happy with the arrangement.
The boys were delighted to go in so large a party, and merrily carried provision bags filled with cassava bread and potatoes.
The boys were excited to go in such a big group and happily carried bags of food filled with cassava bread and potatoes.
Reaching Safety Bay without adventure we first paid a visit to the geese and ducks which inhabited the marsh there, and having fed them and seen they were thriving well, we buckled on each his cork belt, stepped into the tub-boat, and, with the raft in tow, steered straight for the wreck.
Reaching Safety Bay without any adventure, we first checked out the geese and ducks living in the marsh. After feeding them and making sure they were doing well, we strapped on our cork belts, got into the tub-boat, and, with the raft in tow, headed straight for the wreck.
When we got on board, I desired the boys to collect whatever came first to hand, and load the raft to be ready for our return at night, and then we made a minute inspection of the pinnace.
When we boarded, I wanted the boys to gather whatever they could find and load the raft to prepare for our return at night, and then we did a thorough check of the pinnace.
I came to the conclusion that difficulties, well-nigh insuperable, lay between me and the safe possession of the beautiful little vessel. She lay in a most un-get-at-able position at the further end of the hold, stowed in so confined and narrow a space, that it was impossible to think of fitting the parts together there. At the same time these parts were so heavy, that removing them to a convenient place piece by piece was equally out of the question.
I realized that there were nearly impossible challenges standing between me and the safe ownership of the beautiful little boat. It was stored in a really hard-to-reach spot at the back of the hold, packed into such a tight and narrow space that it was unimaginable to try to put the parts together there. At the same time, the parts were so heavy that moving them to a more convenient location, one piece at a time, was also out of the question.
I sent the boys away to amuse themselves by rummaging out anything they liked to carry away, and sat down quietly to consider the matter.
I sent the boys off to have fun digging up whatever they wanted to take with them, and I sat down quietly to think things over.
As my eyes became used to the dim light which entered the compartment through a chink or crevice here and there, I perceived how carefully every part of the pinnace was arranged and marked with numbers, so that if only I could bestow sufficient time on the work, and contrive space in which to execute it, I might reasonably hope for success.
As my eyes adjusted to the dim light coming into the compartment through various gaps, I noticed how meticulously every part of the boat was organized and labeled with numbers, so that if I could just find enough time for the task and make some room to get it done, I could realistically expect to succeed.
"Room! room to work in, boys! that's what we need in the first place!" I cried, as my sons came to see what plan I had devised, for so great was their reliance on me that they never doubted the pinnace was to be ours.
"Space! We need space to work, boys! That's our top priority!" I shouted, as my sons came to check out my plan, for their trust in me was so strong that they never questioned that the small boat would be ours.
"Fetch axes, and let us break down the compartment and clear space all round."
"Get the axes, and let's take apart the compartment and clear some space all around."
To work we all went, yet evening drew near, and but little impression was made on the mass of woodwork around us. We had to acknowledge than an immense amount of labor and perseverance would be required before we could call ourselves the owners of the useful and elegant little craft, which lay within this vast hulk like a fossil shell embedded in a rock.
To work we all went, yet evening approached, and we had made only a small dent in the huge amount of woodwork around us. We had to admit that a massive amount of effort and determination would be needed before we could consider ourselves the owners of the useful and stylish little boat, which was nestled within this large hulk like a fossil shell stuck in a rock.
Preparations for returning to shore were hastily made, and we landed without much relish for the long walk to Falconhurst, when, to our great surprise and pleasure, we found the mother and little Franz at Tentholm awaiting us. She had resolved to take up her quarters there during the time we should be engaged on the wreck. "In that way you will live nearer your work, and I shall not quite lose sight of you!" said she, with a pleasant smile.
Preparations for heading back to shore were quickly done, and we arrived without much enthusiasm for the long walk to Falconhurst, when, to our great surprise and happiness, we found mom and little Franz at Tentholm waiting for us. She had decided to stay there while we worked on the wreck. "This way, you'll be closer to your work, and I won't completely lose track of you!" she said with a cheerful smile.
"You are a good, sensible, kind wife," I exclaimed, delighted with her plan, "and we shall work with the greater diligence, that you may return as soon as possible to your dear Falconhurst."
"You’re a good, sensible, kind wife," I said, happy with her plan, "and we’ll work even harder so you can get back to your beloved Falconhurst as soon as possible."
"Come and see what we have brought you, mother!" cried Fritz; "a good addition to your stores, is it not?" and he and his brothers exhibited two small casks of butter, three of flour, corn, rice, and many other articles welcome to our careful housewife.
"Come and see what we’ve brought you, Mom!" shouted Fritz; "it’s a great addition to your supplies, right?" He and his brothers showed off two small barrels of butter, three of flour, corn, rice, and many other items that would be a nice surprise for our diligent housekeeper.
Our days were now spent in hard work on board, first cutting and clearing an open space round the pinnace, and then putting the parts together. We started early and returned at night, bringing each time a valuable freight from the old vessel.
Our days were now spent hard at work on the ship, first cutting and clearing a space around the small boat, and then assembling the parts. We started early and returned at night, each time bringing back something valuable from the old vessel.
At length, with incredible labor, all was completed. The pinnace stood actually ready to be launched, but imprisoned within massive wooden walls which defied our strength.
At last, after a lot of hard work, everything was finished. The small boat was truly ready to be launched, but it was trapped inside huge wooden walls that resisted our strength.
It seemed exactly as though the graceful vessel had awakened from sleep, and was longing to spring into the free blue sea, and spread her wings to the breeze. I could not bear to think that our success so far should be followed by failure and disappointment. Yet no possible means of setting her free could I conceive, and I was almost in despair, when an idea occurred to me which, if I could carry it out, would effect her release without further labor or delay.
It felt like the beautiful ship had just woken up from a nap and was eager to leap into the open blue sea and stretch her sails in the wind. I couldn’t stand the thought that our progress so far would end in failure and disappointment. Yet, I couldn’t think of any way to set her free, and I was nearly in despair when a thought struck me that, if I could make it happen, would release her without any more effort or delay.
Without explaining my purpose, I got a large cast-iron mortar, filled it with gunpowder, secured a block of oak to the top, through which I pierced a hole for the insertion of the match, and this great petard I so placed, that when it exploded it should blow out the side of the vessel next from which the pinnace lay. Then securing it with chains, that the recoil might do no damage, I told the boys I was going ashore earlier than usual, and calmly desired them to get into the boat. Then lighting a match I had prepared, and which would burn some time before reaching the powder, I hastened after them with a beating heart, and we made for the land.
Without explaining my purpose, I got a large cast-iron mortar, filled it with gunpowder, secured a block of oak to the top, through which I pierced a hole for the match, and set this big petard up so that when it exploded, it would blow out the side of the vessel next to where the pinnace was. Then, securing with chains to prevent any damage from the recoil, I told the boys I was going ashore earlier than usual and calmly asked them to get into the boat. After lighting a match I had prepared, which would burn for a while before reaching the powder, I hurried after them with a racing heart, and we headed for the land.
We brought the raft close in shore and began to unload it; the other boat I did not haul up, but kept her ready to put off at a moment's notice; my anxiety was unobserved by anyone, as I listened with strained nerves for the expected sound. It came!—a flash! a mighty roar—a grand burst of smoke!
We pulled the raft in close to the shore and started unloading it; I didn’t pull the other boat up, but kept it ready to launch at a moment's notice. No one noticed my anxiety as I listened intensely for the sound I was expecting. It came!—a flash! a deafening roar—a huge burst of smoke!
My wife and children, terror-stricken, turned their eyes toward the sea, whence the startling noise came, and then, in fear and wonder, looked to me for some explanation. "Perhaps," said the mother, as I did not speak, "perhaps you have left a light burning near some of the gunpowder, and an explosion has taken place."
My wife and kids, terrified, turned their eyes to the sea, where the loud noise was coming from, and then, in fear and curiosity, looked at me for an explanation. "Maybe," said the mom, since I didn’t say anything, "maybe you left a light on near some of the gunpowder, and there was an explosion."
"Not at all unlikely," replied I quietly; "we had a fire below when we were caulking the seams of the pinnace. I shall go off at once and see what has happened. Will any one come?"
"Not at all unlikely," I replied quietly; "we had a fire below when we were sealing the seams of the small boat. I’m going to head over right away and see what happened. Will anyone come with me?"
The boys needed no second invitation, but sprang into the boat, while I lingered to reassure my wife by whispering a few words of explanation, and then joining them, we pulled for the wreck at a more rapid rate than we ever had done before.
The boys didn’t need any more encouragement; they jumped into the boat, while I took a moment to reassure my wife with a few whispered words of explanation. Then, I joined them, and we rowed toward the wreck faster than we ever had before.
No alternation had taken place in the side at which we usually boarded her, and we pulled round to the further side, where a marvelous sight awaited us. A huge rent appeared, the decks and bulwarks were torn open, the water was covered with floating wreckage—all seemed in ruins; and the compartment where the pinnace rested was fully revealed to view. There sat the little beauty, to all appearance uninjured; and the boys, whose attention was taken up with the melancholy scene of ruin and confusion around them, were astonished to hear me shout in enthusiastic delight: "Hurrah! she is ours! The lovely pinnace is won! we shall be able to launch her easily after all. Come, boys, let us see if she has suffered from the explosion which has set her free."
No changes had occurred on the side where we usually boarded her, so we moved around to the other side, where an amazing sight awaited us. A massive gash had opened up; the decks and walls were torn apart, the water was littered with debris—all seemed a disaster. The area where the small boat rested was wide open. There sat the little beauty, appearing completely unharmed; and the boys, absorbed in the sad scene of destruction and chaos around them, were shocked to hear me shout with excitement: "Hurrah! She is ours! The lovely boat is ours! We should be able to launch her easily after all. Come on, boys, let’s check if she has been damaged by the explosion that freed her."
The boys gazed at me for a moment, and then guessing my secret, "You planned it yourself, you clever, cunning father! Oh, that machine we helped to make was on purpose to blow it up!" cried they; and eagerly they followed me into the shattered opening, where, to my intense satisfaction, I found everything as I could wish, and the captive in no way a sufferer from the violent measures I had adopted for her deliverance.
The boys stared at me for a moment, and then figured out my secret, "You planned this yourself, you clever, crafty dad! Oh, that machine we helped to build was meant to blow it up!" they exclaimed; and eagerly they followed me into the broken entrance, where, to my great satisfaction, I found everything just as I hoped, and the captive was not in any way harmed by the drastic actions I had taken for her rescue.
The boys were deeply interested in examining the effects of the explosion, and in the explanation I gave them of the principle and proper way to manage a petard.
The boys were really interested in looking at the effects of the explosion and in the explanation I gave them about the principle and the right way to handle a petard.
It was evident that the launch could now be effected without much trouble; I had been careful to place rollers beneath the keel, so that by means of levers and pulleys we might, with our united strength, move her forward toward the water. A rope was attached by which to regulate the speed of the descent, and then, all hands putting their shoulders to the work, the pinnace began to slide from the stocks, and finally slipped gently and steadily into the water, where she floated as if conscious it was her native element; while we, wild with excitement, cheered and waved enthusiastically. We then only remained long enough to secure our prize carefully at the most sheltered point, and went back to Tentholm, where we accounted for the explosion; saying that having blown away one side of the ship, we should be able to obtain the rest of its contents with a very few more days' work.
It was clear that we could launch the boat without much hassle. I had made sure to place rollers under the keel, so that with levers and pulleys we could, using our combined strength, push her forward into the water. A rope was attached to control the speed of the descent, and then, everyone pitched in to help, the boat began to slide off the supports and finally eased into the water, floating as if it knew it belonged there; we were ecstatic, cheering and waving with excitement. We only stayed long enough to secure our prize at the most sheltered spot, then headed back to Tentholm, explaining the explosion by saying that since we had blown off one side of the ship, we could get the rest of its contents with just a few more days of work.
These days were devoted to completing the rigging, the mounting of her two little brass guns, and all necessary arrangements about the pinnace. It was wonderful what martial ardor was awakened by the possession of a vessel armed with two real guns. The boys chattered incessantly about savages, fleets of canoes, attack, defense, and final annihilation of the invaders.
These days were spent finishing the rigging, setting up her two small brass guns, and making all the necessary arrangements for the small boat. It was amazing how much excitement was stirred up by having a ship equipped with two actual guns. The boys talked non-stop about pirates, fleets of canoes, offense, defense, and totally defeating the invaders.
The pinnace was fully equipped and ready to sail, while yet no idea of the surprise we were preparing for her had dawned upon my wife, and I permitted the boys, who had kept the secret so well, to fire a salute when we entered the bay.
The small boat was all set and ready to go, while my wife still had no clue about the surprise we were planning for her. I let the boys, who had kept the secret so well, fire a salute as we entered the bay.
Casting off from the ship, and spreading the sail, our voyage began. The pinnace glided swiftly through the water. I stood at the helm, Ernest and Jack manned the guns, and Fritz gave the word of command, "Fire!" Bang! bang! rattled out a thrilling report, which echoed and re-echoed among the cliffs, followed by our shouts and hurrahs.
Casting off from the ship and unfurling the sail, our journey began. The small boat glided smoothly through the water. I stood at the helm, Ernest and Jack handled the guns, and Fritz called out, "Fire!" Bang! Bang! The thrilling sound echoed among the cliffs, followed by our cheers and shouts.
The mother and her little boy rushed hastily forward from near the tent, and we could plainly see their alarm and astonishment; but speedily recognizing us, they waved joyfully, and came quickly to the landing place to meet us.
The mother and her little boy hurriedly came from near the tent, and we could clearly see their fear and surprise; but as soon as they recognized us, they waved happily and rushed to the landing place to greet us.
By skillful management we brought the pinnace near a projection of the bank, and Fritz assisted his mother to come on board, where, breathless with haste and excitement, she exclaimed, "You dear, horrid, wonderful people, shall I scold you or praise you? You have frightened me out of my wits! To see a beautiful little ship come sailing in was startling enough, for I could not conceive who might be on board, but the report of your guns made me tremble with fear—and had I not recognized your voices directly after, I should have run away with Franz—Heaven knows where! But have you really done all this work yourselves?" she continued, when we had been forgiven for terrifying her with our vainglorious salute. "What a charming little yacht! I should not be afraid to sail in this myself."
By skillful management, we brought the small boat close to a part of the bank, and Fritz helped his mom come on board. Breathless with excitement and urgency, she exclaimed, "You dear, terrible, wonderful people, should I scold you or praise you? You’ve scared me half to death! Seeing a beautiful small ship come sailing in was shocking enough, because I couldn’t imagine who might be aboard, but the sound of your guns made me shake with fear—and if I hadn’t recognized your voices right after, I would have run away with Franz—God knows where! But have you really done all this work yourselves?" she continued after we’d been forgiven for scaring her with our proud salute. "What a lovely little yacht! I wouldn’t be afraid to sail in this myself."
We all landed, and with great curiosity followed the mother up the river toward the cascade; where, to our astonishment, we found a garden neatly laid out in beds and walks; and she continued, "We don't frighten people by firing salutes in honor of our performances; although, by and by, I too shall want fire in a peaceable form. Look at my beds of lettuce and cabbages, my rows of beans and peas! Think what delicious dinners I shall be able to cook for you, and give me credit for my diligence."
We all landed and, filled with curiosity, followed the mother up the river toward the waterfall. To our surprise, we discovered a garden organized with neat paths and flower beds. She continued, “We don't scare people by firing cannon in celebration of our performances; although, eventually, I will also want fire in a friendly way. Look at my beds of lettuce and cabbage, my rows of beans and peas! Imagine the delicious dinners I’ll be able to cook for you, and recognize my hard work.”
"My dear wife!" I exclaimed, "this is beautiful! You have done wonders! Did you not find the work too hard?"
"My dear wife!" I said, "this is beautiful! You’ve done an amazing job! Did you find the work to be too tough?"
"The ground is light and easy to dig hereabouts," she replied. "I have planted potatoes, and cassava roots; there is space for sugar-cane, and the young fruit trees, and I shall want you to contrive to irrigate them, by leading water from the cascades in hollow bamboos. Up by the sheltering rocks I mean to have pine-apples and melons; they will look splendid when they are spread there. To shelter the beds of European vegetables from the heat of the sun, I have planted seeds of maize round them. The shadow of the tall plants will afford protection from the burning rays. Do you think that is a good plan?"
"The soil here is light and easy to dig," she said. "I've planted potatoes and cassava roots; there's space for sugar cane and young fruit trees, and I'll need you to help irrigate them by channeling water from the waterfalls using hollow bamboo. Up by the protective rocks, I plan to grow pineapples and melons; they'll look amazing when they spread out there. To protect the beds of European vegetables from the sun's heat, I've planted maize seeds around them. The shade from the tall plants will shield them from the harsh rays. Do you think that's a good idea?"
"I do, indeed; the whole arrangement is capital. Now, as sunset approaches, we must return to the tent for supper and rest, for both of which we are all quite ready."
"I really do; the whole setup is great. Now, as sunset gets closer, we need to head back to the tent for dinner and some rest, which we're all pretty much ready for."
The time passed in happy talk over our many new interests; every one had the pleasant sensation which attends successful labor, as well as experiencing the joy of affording unexpected pleasure to others; and I especially pointed out to my sons how true, genuine happiness consists in that, rather than in mere self-gratification.
The time flew by as we chatted happily about our many new interests; everyone felt that nice sense of accomplishment that comes from doing good work, along with the joy of bringing unexpected happiness to others. I especially pointed out to my sons that true, genuine happiness comes from this, rather than just from self-indulgence.
Next morning, my wife said: "If you can exist on shore long enough to visit Falconhurst, dear husband, I should like you to attend to the little fruit trees. I fear they have been too much neglected. I have watered them occasionally, and spread earth over the roots as they lay, but I could not manage to plant them."
Next morning, my wife said: "If you can stay on land long enough to visit Falconhurst, dear husband, I’d like you to take care of the little fruit trees. I’m worried they’ve been neglected too much. I’ve watered them every now and then and covered the roots with soil, but I couldn’t manage to plant them."
"You have done far more than I could have expected, my wife," I replied, "and provided you do not ask me to give up the sea altogether, I most willingly agree to your request, and will go to Falconhurst as soon as the raft is unloaded, and everything safely arranged here."
"You've done way more than I could have ever expected, my wife," I replied, "and as long as you don't ask me to give up the sea completely, I'm more than happy to agree to your request. I'll head to Falconhurst as soon as the raft is unloaded and everything is settled here."
Life on shore was an agreeable change for us all, and the boys actively went to work, so that the stores were quickly brought up to the tent, piled in order, and carefully covered with sailcloths, fastened down by pegs all round. The pinnace being provided with an anchor, was properly moored, and her elegant appearance quite altered the looks of our harbor, hitherto occupied only by the grotesque tub boat, and flat, uninteresting raft.
Life on shore was a welcome change for all of us, and the boys jumped right in, quickly bringing the supplies up to the tent, stacking them neatly, and carefully covering them with sailcloths, secured with pegs all around. With the pinnace anchored, it was properly moored, and its sleek design completely transformed the appearance of our harbor, which had only been occupied by the strange looking tub boat and the flat, boring raft.
Taking an ample supply of everything we should require at Falconhurst, we were soon comfortably reestablished in that charming abode, its peaceful shade seeming more delightful than ever, after the heat and hard work we had lately undergone.
Taking a generous supply of everything we needed at Falconhurst, we quickly settled back into that lovely home, its peaceful shade feeling more delightful than ever after the heat and hard work we had just gone through.
Several Sundays had passed during our stay at Tentholm, and the welcome Day of Rest now returned again, to be observed with heartfelt devotion and grateful praise.
Several Sundays had gone by during our time at Tentholm, and the welcome Day of Rest had returned once more, to be observed with heartfelt devotion and grateful praise.
I did not attempt too much in the form of preaching, as I could not have secured the attention of my hearers to any long-winded discourse, but they were interested in the Bible reading and simple instructions I drew from it, and their young voices joined sweetly in favorite hymns, which my wife sang from memory.
I didn't try to preach too much because I knew I wouldn't hold my audience's attention for a long, drawn-out speech. However, they were interested in the Bible reading and the straightforward teachings I shared from it, and their young voices harmonized beautifully in well-loved hymns that my wife sang from memory.
In the evening I desired the boys to let me see their dexterity in athletic exercises, such as running, leaping, wrestling, and climbing; telling them they must keep up the practice of these things, so as to grow strong, active men, powerful to repel and cope with danger, as well as agile and swift-footed to escape from it. No man can be really courageous and self-reliant without an inward consciousness of physical power and capability.
In the evening, I asked the boys to show me their skills in athletic activities like running, jumping, wrestling, and climbing. I told them they needed to keep up with practicing these things to grow into strong, active men—capable of facing and handling danger, as well as quick and nimble enough to escape from it. No one can truly be brave and self-sufficient without a deep sense of their own physical strength and ability.
"I want to see my sons strong, both morally and physically," said I; "that means, little Franz," as the large blue eyes looked inquiringly up at him, "brave to do what is good and right, and to hate evil, and strong to work, hunt, and provide for themselves and others, and to fight if necessary."
"I want to see my sons strong, both morally and physically," I said; "that means, little Franz," as the large blue eyes looked curiously up at him, "courageous in doing what is good and right, hating evil, and strong enough to work, hunt, and provide for themselves and others, and to fight if needed."
On the following day, the boys seeming disposed to carry out my wishes by muscular exercise of all sorts, I encouraged them by saying I meant to prepare a curious new weapon for them, only they must promise not to neglect the practice of archery; as to their guns, I had no reason to fear they would be laid aside.
On the next day, since the boys looked eager to follow my wishes through various physical activities, I motivated them by saying I planned to make an interesting new weapon for them, but they had to promise not to neglect their archery practice; as for their guns, I had no worries that they would be put aside.
Taking a long cord, I attached a leaden bullet to each end and had instantly to answer a storm of questions as to what this could possibly be for.
Taking a long cord, I tied a lead bullet to each end and immediately had to respond to a barrage of questions about what this could possibly be for.
"This is a miniature lasso," said I; "the Mexicans, Patagonians, and various tribes of South America, make use of this weapon in hunting, with marvelous dexterity, only, having no bullets, they fasten stones to their ropes, which are immensely longer than this. One end is swung round and round the mounted hunter's head, and then cast with skill and precision toward the animal he wishes to strike; immediately drawing it back, he can repeat the blow, and either kill or wound his prey. Frequently, however, the intention is to take the animal, wild horse, or buffalo, or whatever it may be, alive; and in that case, the lasso is thrown, while riding in hot pursuit, in such a way as to make the stone twist many times round the neck, body, or legs of the fugitive, arresting him even in full career."
"This is a small lasso," I said; "the Mexicans, Patagonians, and various tribes of South America use this tool for hunting with incredible skill. Instead of bullets, they attach stones to their ropes, which are much longer than this one. One end is swung around the mounted hunter's head and then thrown accurately at the animal he wants to hit; by quickly pulling it back, he can strike again and either kill or wound his target. Often, though, the goal is to capture the animal, whether it's a wild horse or a buffalo, alive. In that case, the lasso is thrown while chasing at full speed, designed to wrap the stone multiple times around the neck, body, or legs of the fleeing animal, stopping it even at top speed."
"Oh, father, what a splendid contrivance! Will you try it now? There is the donkey, father! do catch the donkey."
"Oh, dad, what an amazing gadget! Will you try it out now? There’s the donkey, dad! Go catch the donkey."
My success surpassed my own expectations; the stump was entwined by the cord in such a way as to leave no doubt whatever as to the feasibility of the wonderful performances I described; and I was assailed by petitions from the boys, each anxious to possess a lasso of his own without a moment's delay.
My success exceeded my expectations; the stump was wrapped by the cord in a way that left no doubt about the amazing tricks I had described; and I was bombarded with requests from the boys, all eager to have their own lasso right away.
As the manufacture was simple, their wishes were speedily gratified, and lasso practice became the order of the day.
Since making it was easy, their requests were quickly met, and lasso practice became the main focus of the day.
Fritz, who was the most active and adroit, besides having, of course, the greatest muscular strength, soon became skilled in the art.
Fritz, who was the most energetic and skilled, and of course had the greatest physical strength, quickly became proficient in the craft.
That night a change came over the weather, and early next morning I perceived that a gale of wind was getting up. From the height of our trees I could see that the surface of the sea was in violent agitation.
That night, the weather changed, and early the next morning, I noticed a strong wind picking up. From the tops of our trees, I could see that the surface of the sea was in a state of turmoil.
It was with no small satisfaction that I thought of our hard-won pinnace, safely moored in the harbor, and recollected that there was nothing to call us to the wreck for the next few days.
It brought me a good amount of satisfaction to think of our hard-won boat, safely docked in the harbor, and to remember that there was nothing urging us to go back to the wreck for the next few days.
My attention was by no means monopolized by my sons and their amusements. The good mother had much to show me demanding my approval, advice, or assistance, as the case might be.
My attention was definitely not solely focused on my sons and their activities. The good mother had plenty to show me that required my approval, advice, or help, depending on the situation.
A good supply of wild pigeons and ortolans had been snared, partly cooked, and preserved in lard. Of these she showed me her small cask well filled.
A good amount of wild pigeons and ortolans had been caught, partly cooked, and preserved in lard. She showed me her small cask filled with them.
Then the nests of various pairs of tame pigeons were exhibited, but her chief care was the unpromising condition of her dear little fruit trees, for, having been forgotten, they were so dry and withered, that unless planted without further delay, she feared we should lose them.
Then the nests of different pairs of tame pigeons were shown, but her main concern was the disappointing state of her beloved little fruit trees. Since they had been neglected, they were so dry and wilted that unless they were planted right away, she was afraid we would lose them.
Every one was inclined for this expedition; consequently the planting of the orchard was carried on with surprising vigor, but was not completed until toward evening; and then all sorts of arrangements were made for an early start next day. The mother and Franz were to be of the party, and their equipment took some time, for we meant to make a grand family excursion, attended by our domestic pets and servants!
Everyone was excited for this trip; as a result, the planting of the orchard was done with incredible energy, but it wasn’t finished until late in the evening. After that, all kinds of plans were made for an early start the next morning. The mother and Franz were going to join us, and getting everything ready took a while because we wanted to have a big family outing, complete with our pets and staff!
By sunrise we were all astir, and everything quickly made ready for a start.
By sunrise, we were all up and quickly getting everything ready to go.
The sledge, loaded with ammunition and baskets of provisions, and drawn by the donkey, was to be used for carrying home our gourd manufactures, as well as any other prize we might fall in with.
The sled, packed with ammo and baskets of supplies, pulled by the donkey, was meant to carry our gourd creations home, along with any other treasures we might come across.
Turk, as usual, headed the procession, clad in his coat of mail.
Turk, as usual, led the group, wearing his chainmail.
Then came the boys with their guns and game bags. Their mother and I followed, and behind trotted Juno, not in very good spirits, poor dog! because Master Knips, who had no idea of being left alone, must needs ride on her back.
Then the boys showed up with their guns and game bags. Their mom and I followed, and behind us trotted Juno, who wasn't in great spirits, poor dog! That’s because Master Knips, who definitely didn't want to be left out, insisted on riding on her back.
On this occasion I took two guns with me, one loaded with shot for game, another with ball for our defense against beasts of prey.
On this occasion, I took two guns with me: one loaded with shot for hunting, and the other with bullets for our protection against predators.
Flamingo Marsh was quickly crossed, and the magnificent country beyond lay extended in all its beauty and fertility before our eyes. It was new to my wife and two of the boys, and the lovely prospect enchanted them.
Flamingo Marsh was quickly crossed, and the stunning landscape beyond stretched out in all its beauty and richness before us. It was new to my wife and two of the boys, and the beautiful view captivated them.
Here Fritz and Jack turned aside into the bush, where presently loud barking was followed by the quick report of a gun, and a large bird, which had risen from thicket, fell heavily to the ground before us. Far from resigning itself, however, to death or captivity, it sprung to its feet, and, unable to fly, rushed away with extraordinary speed, hotly pursued by the excited dog, while Fritz ran, panting, in the same direction, and Juno, eager to join the chase, sprang aside so suddenly that her rider was flung unceremoniously on the sand, as she darted to intercept the retreat of the active bird. This she cleverly accomplished, but its defense was maintained so fiercely, as it struck out with its powerful legs and sharp claws, that neither Fritz nor the dogs could master it.
Here, Fritz and Jack stepped into the bushes, where loud barking was soon followed by the quick sound of a gunshot, and a large bird that had taken off from the thicket fell heavily to the ground in front of us. Instead of giving in to death or capture, it got back on its feet and, unable to fly, took off at incredible speed, being hotly chased by the excited dog. Meanwhile, Fritz ran, panting, in the same direction, and Juno, eager to join the chase, jumped aside so suddenly that her rider was unceremoniously thrown onto the sand as she dashed to cut off the bird's escape. She managed to do that cleverly, but the bird fought back fiercely, using its powerful legs and sharp claws, making it impossible for either Fritz or the dogs to catch it.
I hastened to their assistance, and found Juno holding on nobly by the wing she had seized, while the bird, which proved to be a magnificent bustard, struggled and fought fiercely. Watching my opportunity, I threw a large handkerchief over it, and with difficulty succeeded in binding its legs and wings. It was borne in triumph to the rest of our party, who meantime had been reclining on the sand.
I rushed to help them and found Juno bravely holding onto the wing she had grabbed, while the bird, which turned out to be a magnificent bustard, struggled and fought fiercely. Looking for my chance, I threw a large handkerchief over it and, with some difficulty, managed to tie its legs and wings. We brought it back triumphantly to the rest of our group, who had been lying on the sand.
"What have you got?" "What has Fritz shot?" cried the boys, starting up at our approach. "A bustard! oh, that is splendid!"
"What do you have?" "What did Fritz shoot?" yelled the boys, jumping up at our arrival. "A bustard! Oh, that's amazing!"
"To be sure, it is the one we missed that day, don't you remember, mother? Ah, ha! old fellow, you are done for this time!" said Jack.
"Sure, it’s the one we missed that day, remember, mom? Ah, ha! old buddy, you're finished this time!" said Jack.
"I think this is a hen bustard; it is the mother bird," said Ernest.
"I think this is a female bustard; it’s the mother bird," said Ernest.
"Ah, yes, poor thing!" exclaimed my wife, in a tone of concern; "it is most likely the same, and I know she had a brood of young birds, and now they will be left unprotected and miserable. Had we not better let her go?"
"Ah, yes, poor thing!" my wife said with concern. "It's probably the same, and I know she had a nest of baby birds, and now they'll be left unprotected and suffering. Should we let her go?"
"Why, my dear, kind-hearted wife, that was weeks and weeks ago! Those little birds are all strong and big by this time, and I dare say Mrs. Bustard here has forgotten all about them. Besides, she is badly wounded, and we must try to cure the hurt. If we succeed, she will be a valuable addition to our poultry yard; if we cannot, you shall roast her for dinner."
"Why, my dear, thoughtful wife, that was weeks ago! Those little birds are all grown strong by now, and I bet Mrs. Bustard has forgotten all about them. Plus, she's hurt pretty badly, and we need to try to heal her. If we succeed, she'll be a great addition to our poultry yard; if not, you can roast her for dinner."
Resuming our march, we next arrived at the Monkey Grove, which was the scene of the tragi-comic adventure by which Fritz became the guardian of the orphan ape.
Resuming our march, we next arrived at the Monkey Grove, which was the site of the tragi-comic adventure that made Fritz the guardian of the orphan ape.
While he amused us all by a lively and graphic description of the scene, Ernest was standing apart under a splendid cocoanut palm, gazing in fixed admiration at the grand height of the stem, and its beautiful, graceful crown of leaves. The cluster of nuts beneath these evidently added interest to the spectacle, for, drawing quietly near him, I heard a long-drawn sigh, and the words:
While he entertained everyone with a vivid and detailed description of the scene, Ernest was standing off to the side under a magnificent coconut palm, staring in awe at the impressive height of its trunk and its lovely, graceful crown of leaves. The bunch of nuts below clearly added to the spectacle, as I quietly approached him and heard a long sigh followed by the words:
"It's awfully high! I wish one would fall down!"
"It's really high! I wish one would just fall down!"
Scarcely had he uttered these words, than, as if by magic, down plumped a huge nut at his feet.
Scarcely had he said these words when, as if by magic, a huge nut dropped down at his feet.
The boy was quite startled, and sprang aside, looking timidly upward, when, to my surprise, down came another.
The boy was really shocked and jumped to the side, glancing nervously up, when, to my surprise, another one came down.
"Why, this is just like the fairy tale of the wishing-cap!" cried Ernest. "My wish is granted as soon as formed!"
"Wow, this is just like the fairy tale about the wishing cap!" exclaimed Ernest. "My wish comes true as soon as I think of it!"
"I suspect the fairy in this instance is more anxious to pelt us and drive us away than to bestow dainty gifts upon us," said I. "I think there is most likely a cross-eyed old ape sitting up among those shadowy leaves and branches."
"I think the fairy here is more eager to throw things at us and scare us off than to give us pretty gifts," I said. "I bet there's probably a cross-eyed old ape hiding up among those shadowy leaves and branches."
We examined the nuts, thinking they were perhaps old ones, and had fallen, in consequence, naturally, but they were not even quite ripe.
We looked at the nuts, thinking they might be old and had fallen off naturally, but they weren't even close to ripe.
Anxious to discover what was in the tree, we all surrounded it, gaping and gazing upward with curious eyes.
Nervous to find out what was in the tree, we all gathered around it, staring and looking up with curious eyes.
"Hullo! I see him!" shouted Fritz presently. "Oh, a hideous creature! what can it be? flat, round, as big as a plate, and with a pair of horrid claws! Here he comes! He is going to creep down the tree!"
"Helloo! I can see him!" Fritz shouted excitedly. "Oh, what an ugly creature! What is that? It's flat, round, as big as a plate, and it has a pair of nasty claws! Here he comes! He's going to crawl down the tree!"
At this, little Franz slipped behind his mother, Ernest took a glance round to mark a place of retreat, Jack raised the butt-end of his gun, and every eye was fixed on the trunk of the tree, down which a large land-crab commenced a leisurely descent. As it approached within reach, Jack hit at it boldly, when it suddenly dropped the remaining distance, and opening its great claws, sidled after him with considerable rapidity, upon which he fairly turned tail and ran. We all burst into a roar of laughter, which soon made him face about, and then, to our infinite amusement, the little fellow prepared for a fresh onset; laying down all he was carrying, pulling off his jacket and spreading it wide out in both hands, he returned to the charge, suddenly threw his garment over the creature, wrapped it well round it, and then pummeled it with all the strength of his fists.
At this, little Franz hid behind his mother, Ernest looked around to find an escape route, Jack raised the back end of his gun, and everyone's eyes were glued to the trunk of the tree as a large land-crab started to climb down at a slow pace. When it got close enough, Jack boldly swung at it, but it suddenly dropped the rest of the way and, opening its massive claws, quickly scurried after him, causing him to completely lose his nerve and run away. We all burst into laughter, which made him turn around, and then, to our endless amusement, the little guy got ready for another go; he set down everything he was carrying, took off his jacket, spread it wide with both hands, charged back, suddenly threw his jacket over the creature, wrapped it tightly, and then pounded it with all his might.
For a few minutes I could do nothing but laugh, but then running to him with my hatchet, I struck several sharp blows on his bundle, which we opened carefully, and found within the land-crab perfectly dead.
For a few minutes, I could only laugh, but then I ran over to him with my hatchet and struck several hard blows on his bundle, which we opened carefully, and found a land crab completely dead inside.
"Well, this is an ugly rascal!" cried Jack; "if he hadn't been so hideous, I should not have dealt so severely with him. I wasn't a bit afraid. What is the creature's name?"
"Well, this is an ugly little monster!" cried Jack; "if he hadn't looked so terrible, I wouldn't have been so harsh with him. I wasn't scared at all. What’s this creature called?"
"This is a crab, a land-crab," said I, "of which there are many varieties, and this, I think, is called a cocoanut crab, or at least it deserves the name, for it is evidently very fond of eating these nuts, since it takes the trouble to climb the trees for them; the difficulty of getting at the kernel, too, is considerable. You showed no little presence of mind, Jack, when you thought of catching it in your jacket; in fact, it might have been more than a match for you otherwise, for some are most determined fighters, and are very swift, too. Now let us take it, as well as the nuts, to the sledge, and go on our way."
"This is a crab, a land crab," I said, "and there are many types of it. I think this one is called a coconut crab, or at least it should be, since it clearly loves eating these nuts, and it even climbs the trees to get to them. It’s definitely a challenge to get to the kernel. You showed a lot of quick thinking, Jack, when you decided to catch it in your jacket; otherwise, it might have given you a tough time, as some of them are really fierce fighters and very fast, too. Now let's take it, along with the nuts, to the sled and continue on our way."
Progress became difficult, for we were constantly stopped in passing through the wood, by having to cut away the hanging boughs and creeping plants which interlaced them. Ernest was behind, and by-and-by called me back to see what proved to be an important discovery; from the several stalks of one of these creepers flowed clear cold water, and I recognized the "liane rouge," which is known in America, and is so precious to the thirsty hunter or traveler. This is truly one of God's good gifts to man!
Progress became tough, as we were constantly halted while trying to make our way through the woods due to the need to clear away the hanging branches and creeping plants that tangled around us. Ernest was behind me and eventually called me back to check out what turned out to be a significant discovery; from the various stems of one of these vines flowed clear, cold water, and I recognized the "liane rouge," which is known in America and is invaluable to thirsty hunters or travelers. This is truly one of life's great gifts!
"But are you certain it is safe to drink this?" asked she.
"But are you sure it's safe to drink this?" she asked.
I assured her it was so, and advised the boys to cut enough to quench the thirst of the whole party, including our animals. This they did, only finding it necessary, as with the sugar canes, to cut air holes above the joints.
I confirmed to her that it was true and told the boys to get enough to satisfy the whole group, including our animals. They did this, only needing to make air holes above the joints, just like with the sugar canes.
After struggling onward for a short time, we emerged from the thickets into open ground, and saw the calabash trees in the distance. As we drew near, their curious appearance and singular fruit caused much surprise and also amusement, for we were speedily established among the trees, where, as I chose and cut down the gourds most likely to be useful, every one engaged merrily in the work of cutting, carving, sawing, and scooping some manner of dish, bowl, cup, jar, or platter, according to his several taste or ability.
After pushing through for a bit, we finally made it out of the bushes and into open land, where we spotted the calabash trees in the distance. As we got closer, their strange shape and unique fruit surprised and amused us. We quickly settled among the trees, and while I picked and cut the gourds that seemed most useful, everyone happily joined in, cutting, carving, sawing, and scooping to make dishes, bowls, cups, jars, or platters, based on their own preferences or skills.
We were to dine here, and after a time Fritz and Jack began to prepare a fireplace, their great ambition being to heat the stones red hot, and cook the crab in a hollow gourd. Their mother, therefore, left them to their own devices, and attended to the hungry animals, unharnessing the ass to graze, and giving cocoanut milk to the poor little monkey, who had been obliged to travel in a covered basket for some time, lest he should be lost in the woods. The wounded bustard had been completely forgotten, and from heat and thirst was suffering greatly until her friendly care revived it, and it was tied to a tree and allowed to move about, its fierce spirit greatly tamed by adversity.
We were supposed to have dinner here, and after a while, Fritz and Jack started working on a fireplace, their big goal being to heat the stones until they were red hot and cook the crab in a hollow gourd. Their mother, therefore, left them to it and took care of the hungry animals, letting the donkey graze and giving coconut milk to the poor little monkey, who had to travel in a covered basket for a while so he wouldn’t get lost in the woods. The injured bustard had been completely overlooked and, suffering from heat and thirst, was in bad shape until her kind attention revived it. She tied it to a tree and let it move around, its fierce spirit much tamed by hardship.
The cooking operations came to a stand soon after the fire was lighted, for it appeared that we had no more water in the jars we had brought, so the boys proposed to go in search of a spring. I agreed to accompany them; Ernest also wished to join us, and as our intention was to examine merely the surrounding wood, I saw no objection to leaving their mother and Franz for a short time.
The cooking came to a halt shortly after we started the fire because it turned out we had no more water in the jars we brought. The boys suggested we search for a spring. I agreed to go with them, and Ernest wanted to join us too. Since we only planned to check out the nearby woods, I didn't mind leaving their mom and Franz for a little while.
Very soon after our exploration began, Ernest, who was in front, turned with a face of terror, shouting, "A wild boar! an immense wild boar, father! Do come, quick!" And sure enough, I heard a loud snorting and puffing as some large animal passed hastily through the thick underwood beyond us. "After him lads, after him!" cried I, hurrying forward. "Call the dogs! stand ready to fire!" And we pressed through the bushes to the spot where Ernest had seen the creature. The ground was grubbed up, and some potatoes lay about, showing that we had disturbed him at his midday meal. Ernest and Jack were more disposed to gather the roots than to follow up the chase. Fritz and I alone went after the dogs, who eagerly pushed on, and by the sounds we heard had evidently attacked the boar at no great distance. Terrific barking, snarling, and grunting guided us to the scene of action, and we beheld our mastiffs one on each side of a large respectable-looking pig, holding on by the great ears, while the animal, on seeing us, appeared rather to beseech our interference than to propose to offer a desperate resistance.
Very soon after our exploration began, Ernest, who was in the front, turned with a terrified expression and shouted, "A wild boar! An enormous wild boar, Dad! Hurry!" And sure enough, I heard a loud snorting and puffing as a large animal hurried through the thick underbrush behind us. "After him, guys, after him!" I yelled, rushing forward. "Call the dogs! Get ready to fire!" We pushed through the bushes to the spot where Ernest had seen the creature. The ground was torn up, and some potatoes were scattered around, indicating that we had interrupted his midday meal. Ernest and Jack were more interested in collecting the roots than in pursuing the chase. Only Fritz and I chased after the dogs, who eagerly pressed on, and from the sounds we heard, they had clearly attacked the boar not far away. Terrifying barking, growling, and grunting guided us to the action, and we found our mastiffs, one on each side of a large, respectable-looking pig, gripping its big ears, while the animal, upon seeing us, seemed more to beg for our help than to put up a fierce fight.
In a moment the truth became apparent! The captive grunter was no fierce native of the forest, but our own runaway sow! Our excitement had been wound to so high a pitch that the discovery was quite a shock, and we felt half angry with the creature who had disappointed us; then the absurdity of the whole thing made us laugh heartily, and calling off the dogs, the old lady was released from her ignominious position. Our laughter resounding through the wood, brought Ernest and Jack from their potatoes, to see what was going on.
In an instant, the truth hit us! The captured grunter wasn't some fierce wild animal from the forest, but our own runaway pig! Our excitement had built up so much that this discovery was a real shock, and we felt a bit annoyed with the animal for letting us down; then the ridiculousness of it all made us laugh loudly. After calling off the dogs, we freed the old lady from her embarrassing situation. Our laughter echoed through the woods, attracting Ernest and Jack away from their potato digging to see what was happening.
"Much use you two would have been suppose we had required help," cried Fritz, as they recognized their old friend.
"How helpful you two would have been if we had needed assistance," shouted Fritz, as they recognized their old friend.
"Ah, well, you see," returned Jack, "Ernest and I had a sort of a kind of presentiment that this was going to be the old sow. And just look at our fine potatoes!"
"Well, you see," Jack replied, "Ernest and I had a sort of feeling that this would turn out to be the old sow. And just look at our great potatoes!"
A good deal of joking on the subject ensued, but was interrupted by Ernest, who drew our attention to fruit resembling apples on the surrounding bushes, and on the grass beneath them.
A lot of joking about the topic followed, but was interrupted by Ernest, who pointed out fruit that looked like apples on the nearby bushes and on the grass beneath them.
The sow was making amends for the fright and pain she had endured by munching and crunching this fruit at a great rate. Fritz feared that it might be the poisonous manchineel, against which I once warned them, but on examining it, I was induced to pronounce a more favorable opinion, and we collected a quantity in hopes that, if the monkey approved of it as well as the old sow, we might be able to enjoy a feast ourselves.
The sow was making up for the scare and hurt she had gone through by munching and crunching on the fruit quickly. Fritz was worried that it might be the poisonous manchineel, which I had warned them about before, but after checking it out, I found it to be okay. We gathered a bunch, hoping that if the monkey liked it as much as the old sow did, we could have a feast ourselves.
All this time not a drop of water had we seen, and our own thirst increasing, we felt eager to procure some before returning to our resting-place.
All this time, we hadn’t seen a drop of water, and as our thirst grew, we were eager to find some before heading back to our resting place.
Jack preceded us, and we made our way toward a high rock, which rose above the thickets, when he suddenly startled us by a loud cry of "A crocodile! father! father! A crocodile!"
Jack went ahead of us, and we headed toward a tall rock that stood above the bushes when he suddenly shocked us with a loud shout of "A crocodile! Dad! Dad! A crocodile!"
"Nonsense, boy! A crocodile, of all things, in this dry, parched forest, where we can't get so much as a mouthful of water!"
"Nonsense, kid! A crocodile, of all things, in this dry, parched forest, where we can't even get a sip of water!"
On advancing to where Jack stood, I perceived that his mistake was not so very silly after all, for I beheld an iguana, one of the largest of the lizard species, and a truly formidable-looking fellow. I was glad to assure Jack that the strange creature he had found was perfectly harmless, and that its flesh being esteemed a delicacy, it would be a valuable prize to carry back with us.
As I approached where Jack was, I realized that his mistake wasn’t so foolish after all. I saw an iguana, one of the largest lizards, and it looked quite intimidating. I was happy to tell Jack that the unusual creature he had discovered was completely harmless and that its meat is considered a delicacy, making it a valuable find to take back with us.
In another moment Fritz would have fired, but arresting his hand, "Your shot," I said, "would probably only wound the animal, and being extremely tenacious of life, it would certainly escape; we must gain possession of the sleeping beauty by a gentler method."
In a moment, Fritz would have fired, but stopping his hand, I said, "Your shot would probably just injure the animal, and since it's very determined to survive, it would definitely get away; we need to capture the sleeping beauty in a kinder way."
"You are not going to kiss it, are you, father?" asked Jack, with a grin.
"You’re not going to kiss it, are you, Dad?" Jack asked with a grin.
Presently I began very softly to whistle a sweet, yet very lively air, which I continued more and more distinctly as I drew near the lizard; until, awaking, it seemed to listen with pleasure—raising its head as though better to catch the sounds, or to discover whence they came.
Right now, I started to softly whistle a catchy, upbeat tune, which I began to play more clearly as I got closer to the lizard; until, waking up, it seemed to listen with delight—lifting its head as if to better catch the sounds or figure out where they were coming from.
When near enough, I began gently to stroke and tickle him with the wand, continuing to whistle the prettiest tunes I could think of; and the lizard gave signs of pleasurable contentment, stretching his limbs and moving his tail in token of enjoyment.
When I got close enough, I started to softly stroke and tickle him with the wand, continuing to whistle the nicest tunes I could think of; and the lizard showed signs of happy contentment, stretching his limbs and moving his tail to indicate his enjoyment.
Suddenly, availing myself of a movement of his head, I cast the noose over it, drew the cord tight, and placing my foot on the body, I was about to kill it by piercing the nostril—almost the only vulnerable part in this singular reptile—when Jack received such a blow from its tail, which was furiously driving in all directions, as sent him rolling over like a ninepin. At the same time he opened his jaws, when the boys took fright at the row of sharp teeth, and thinking that the sooner he was dead the better, were for battering him with sticks; but I assuring them my method would kill him more quickly and without pain, thrust my rod into his nostril, on which the blood flowed and the lizard soon expired.
Suddenly, taking advantage of a movement of its head, I threw the noose over it, pulled the cord tight, and placing my foot on the body, I was about to kill it by piercing the nostril—almost the only vulnerable spot on this unusual reptile—when Jack got hit hard by its tail, which was thrashing around wildly, causing him to tumble over like a bowling pin. At the same time, the creature opened its mouth, and the boys got scared at the sight of its sharp teeth, thinking that the sooner it was dead, the better, and they wanted to start hitting it with sticks. But I reassured them that my method would kill it faster and without causing pain, so I shoved my rod into its nostril, which made blood flow, and the lizard quickly died.
The boys seemed to think me as wonderful a person as a snake charmer, and the success of my stratagem, as well as of the means by which the lizard was slain, called forth great admiration, since they had never heard of the animal, nor of the method of capturing it so commonly practised in the West Indies.
The boys seemed to see me as someone as amazing as a snake charmer, and my clever plan, along with how I killed the lizard, got them really impressed, since they had never heard of that animal or the way it's typically caught in the West Indies.
Now came the question of how we were to carry this unwieldy burden. I had a great dislike to killing any creature and leaving it useless behind me; so, without more ado, I fairly took it on my back, and marched off with it.
Now the question was how we were going to carry this awkward load. I really didn’t like the idea of killing any creature and just leaving it behind; so, without any more hesitation, I picked it up and carried it on my back, and walked off with it.
As we came toward the Calabash Wood, we could hear the voices of the deserted mother and child calling us in anxious tones; for indeed our protracted absence alarmed them. We shouted joyously in reply, and our appearance, as we issued from the woods, afforded them welcome relief from their fears, although the dreadful creature on my back startled them not a little.
As we approached Calabash Wood, we could hear the worried voices of the mother and child calling for us; our long absence had genuinely scared them. We shouted happily in response, and our emergence from the woods brought them much-needed relief from their worries, although the terrifying creature on my back did startle them quite a bit.
There was so much to tell, so much to be seen, that for a time hunger and thirst were forgotten; and no one thought even of the water we had vainly gone in search of, until Master Knips, having slyly possessed himself of some of our new-found apples, was discovered munching away and enjoying them amazingly—which instantly gave the boys a strong wish to eat some also; and as the bustard likewise pecked at them without hesitation, I felt sure there could be no danger; and on tasting them, I concluded it was the fruit of the guava, a West Indian plant, which we were delighted to have.
There was so much to share and see that for a while, we forgot about our hunger and thirst; no one even remembered the water we had searched for in vain until Master Knips, having sneakily grabbed some of our newly found apples, was caught munching on them and enjoying them a lot—which immediately made the boys want to eat some too. And since the bustard was pecking at them without hesitation, I felt confident there was no danger. After tasting them, I figured they were guava, a West Indian fruit, which we were thrilled to have.
Although refreshing, this fruit rather sharpened than appeased our appetites, and we were glad to eat the provisions we had brought from home, without waiting to cook anything, as we had originally intended.
Although refreshing, this fruit actually made our appetites sharper instead of satisfying them, and we were happy to eat the supplies we had brought from home without waiting to cook anything, as we had originally planned.
It was, in fact, high time to move homeward, and we thought it best not to encumber ourselves with the sledge and the greater part of its load, but to leave it until the next day. The ass was laden with the iguana and the bustard; and little Franz, tired as he was, looked in vain for a spare seat on its back.
It was definitely time to head home, and we figured it was better not to weigh ourselves down with the sled and most of its load, so we decided to leave it until the next day. The donkey was loaded with the iguana and the bustard, and little Franz, as tired as he was, searched in vain for a spot to sit on its back.
Our road home lay through a majestic forest of oak trees, beneath which lay numberless acorns, some of which we gathered as we went along; and at length, before night closed in, we all reached Falconhurst in safety.
Our way home passed through a stunning oak forest, where countless acorns scattered the ground, and we picked up some as we walked. Finally, before night fell, we all arrived safely at Falconhurst.
When supper was ready, we were thankful to recruit our exhausted strength by eating heartily of a piece of broiled iguana, with potatoes and roast acorns, which tasted like excellent chestnuts.
When dinner was ready, we were grateful to recharge our tired energy by eating a hearty serving of broiled iguana, along with potatoes and roasted acorns, which tasted like amazing chestnuts.
CHAPTER 7.
Fritz and I head back to Calabash Wood—Fritz shoots a ruffed grouse—We stumble upon waxberry bushes—Sociable grosbeaks—Fritz catches a parrot—A talk about ants—Caoutchouc trees—The sago palm and edible worms—We return with sugar canes to Falconhurst—Candle-making—How to make butter without a churn—Planting trees and decorating Tentholm—Our last visit to the wreck—The first ducklings on the island—Back to Falconhurst—An outing—We set up our tent—Fritz and Jack climb the coconut trees—Ernest brings us a treat—Loss of Grizzle—Jack and I go after him—Giant bamboos—Encounter with buffaloes—The buffalo calf—Discover a jackal's den—Get back to our camp—What happened while we were gone—Fritz's pet—Sago production—We meet our sow and her family again—How Ernest trained the eagle.
The first thing to be done on the following day was to return to the Calabash Wood, to fetch the sledge with the dishes, bowls, and baskets we had made.
The first thing to do the next day was to go back to Calabash Wood to get the sled with the dishes, bowls, and baskets we had made.
Fritz alone accompanied me. I desired the other boys to remain with their mother, intending to explore beyond the chain of rocky hills, and thinking a large party undesirable on the occasion.
Fritz was the only one who came with me. I wanted the other boys to stay with their mother because I planned to explore beyond the chain of rocky hills and thought it would be better not to have a big group on this trip.
Passing through the wood of evergreen oaks, we observed our sow feasting on the acorns, evidently not a whit the worse for the fright we had given her the previous day—in fact, she appeared more friendly disposed toward us than usual, possibly considering us as her deliverers from the jaws of the savage dogs.
Passing through the grove of evergreen oaks, we saw our sow enjoying the acorns, clearly not affected at all by the scare we had given her the day before—in fact, she seemed friendlier toward us than usual, maybe seeing us as her saviors from the jaws of the fierce dogs.
Many birds tenanted this grove, and were undisturbed by our movements, until Fritz fired and shot a beautiful bluejay and a couple of parroquets, one a brilliant scarlet, the other green and gold.
Many birds lived in this grove and were unaffected by our actions until Fritz shot a stunning blue jay and a couple of parrots, one bright red and the other green and gold.
With the greatest caution we drew near the sound, concealing ourselves among the low bushes and thick grass and creepers, until we reached an open glade; where, standing on an old prostrate log, was a beautiful bird, about the size of a cock, of a rich chestnut brown color, finely mottled with dark brown and gray. On the shoulders were curious tufts of velvety black feathers, glossed with green. He was ruffling his wings, erecting his tail and neck feathers, strutting and wheeling about in a most strange and stately fashion. After maneuvering for some time in this manner, greatly to the edification of a party of birds resembling him, but without any ruff, who, assembled round the stump, were enjoying his performances, he spread out his tail like a fan, stiffened his wings, and began to strike with them in short, rapid beats, faster and faster, until a rumbling sound like very distant thunder was produced, and the whirring wings enveloped him as in a cloud. This was the drumming noise which had alarmed us, increased, as I imagine, by the wing strokes falling at times on the decayed and hollow stump on which the curious pantomime was acted.
With great caution, we approached the sound, hiding ourselves among the low bushes, thick grass, and creeping vines until we reached an open glade. There, standing on an old fallen log, was a beautiful bird about the size of a rooster, with rich chestnut brown feathers beautifully mottled with dark brown and gray. It had interesting tufts of velvety black feathers on its shoulders, shining with green. The bird was ruffling its wings, raising its tail and neck feathers, strutting and spinning around in a strange and stately way. After showing off like this for a while to an audience of similar birds without any ruff, who had gathered around the stump to enjoy the display, it fanned out its tail, stiffened its wings, and started beating them rapidly, faster and faster, until it created a rumbling sound like distant thunder, and the whirring wings surrounded it like a cloud. This was the drumming noise that had startled us, likely amplified by the wingbeats striking the decayed hollow stump on which this curious performance took place.
I was watching it with the utmost interest, when a shot from behind me was fired, and in a moment the play was at an end; my over-hasty son had changed the pretty comedy into a sad and needless tragedy. The enthusiastic drummer fell dead from his perch, and the crowd of admiring companions fled in dismay.
I was watching it with great interest when a shot was fired from behind me, and in an instant, the show was over; my overly eager son had turned a beautiful comedy into a tragic and unnecessary disaster. The excited drummer fell dead from his spot, and the crowd of admiring friends scattered in panic.
The cruel interruption of a scene so rare and remarkable annoyed me extremely, and I blamed Fritz for firing without my leave. I felt sure the bird was the ruffed grouse, and a very fine specimen. We placed it on the ass, which was patiently awaiting our return, and went on our way.
The harsh interruption of such a rare and impressive scene really annoyed me, and I blamed Fritz for shooting without my permission. I was certain the bird was a ruffed grouse, and a pretty nice one at that. We put it on the donkey, which was patiently waiting for us, and continued on our way.
I desired to discover an opening, if any existed, by which to penetrate the interior of the country, or to ascertain positively that we were walled in and isolated on this portion of the coast.
I wanted to find a way, if there was one, to enter the interior of the country, or to confirm for sure that we were trapped and cut off on this part of the coast.
Leaving Calabash Wood behind us, we advanced over ground covered with manioc, potatoes, and many plants unknown to us; pleasant streamlets watered the fruitful soil, and the view on all sides was open and agreeable.
Leaving Calabash Wood behind us, we moved forward across land filled with manioc, potatoes, and many plants we didn’t recognize; nice little streams watered the rich soil, and the view all around was open and pleasant.
Some bushes attracted my notice, loaded with small white berries, of peculiar appearance like wax, and very sticky when plucked. I recognized in this a plant called by botanists Myrica cerifera, and with much pleasure explained to Fritz that, by melting and straining these berries, we might easily succeed in making candles, and afford very great satisfaction to the mother, who did not at all approve of having to lay her work aside and retire to rest the moment the sun set. The greenish wax to be obtained would be more brittle than beeswax, but it would burn very fairly, and diffuse an agreeable perfume. Having the ass with us, we lost no time in gathering berries enough to fill one of the large canvas bags he carried, and we then continued our route.
Some bushes caught my attention, filled with small white berries that looked waxy and were very sticky when picked. I recognized this as a plant called Myrica cerifera, and I happily explained to Fritz that by melting and straining these berries, we could easily make candles, which would really please our mother, who didn't like having to stop her work and go to bed the moment the sun went down. The greenish wax we could get would be more brittle than beeswax, but it would burn fairly well and give off a nice scent. With the donkey with us, we quickly gathered enough berries to fill one of the large canvas bags he carried, and then we continued on our way.
Very soon we met with another natural curiosity, the curious appearance of which surprised us much. This was the abode, under one roof, of a whole colony of birds, about the size of yellow hammers, but of plain brown plumage. The nests were built in a mass round the stem and among the branches of a tree standing alone, and a kind of roof formed of grass, straws, and fibers covered them all, and sheltered the community from rain and the heat of the sun. There were numbers of openings into the irregular sides of the group of dwellings, the nests resembling different apartments in a house common to all; twigs and small branches emerged here and there from the walls, and served as perches for the young birds, and resting-places and posts of observation for all. The general appearance of the establishment reminded us of a huge bath-sponge. The feathered inhabitants swarmed in and out by thousands, and we saw among them many beautiful little parrots, who seemed in many instances to contest possession of the nest with the lawful owners.
Very soon, we came across another natural wonder that really surprised us. This was the home, all under one roof, of an entire colony of birds, about the size of yellow hammers but with plain brown feathers. Their nests were built together around the trunk and branches of a solitary tree, covered by a kind of roof made from grass, straws, and fibers, which protected the community from rain and the sun's heat. There were many openings in the uneven sides of the cluster of nests, which resembled different apartments in a shared house; twigs and small branches protruded here and there from the walls, serving as perches for the young birds, and resting spots and lookout posts for everyone. The overall appearance of the structure reminded us of a giant bath sponge. The feathered residents buzzed in and out by the thousands, and among them, we spotted many beautiful little parrots that seemed, in many cases, to be arguing over the nest with the rightful owners.
Fritz, being an expert climber and exceedingly anxious to examine the nests more closely, ascended the tree, hoping to obtain one or two young birds, if any were hatched. He put his hand into several holes, which were empty; but at last his intended theft and robbery met with repulse and chastisement he little expected; for, reaching far back into the nest, his finger was seized and sharply bitten by a very strong beak, so that with a cry he withdrew his hand, and shook it vigorously to lessen the pain. Recovering from the surprise, he again and more resolutely seized the unkind bird, and, despite its shrieks and screams, drew it from its retreat, crammed it into his pocket, buttoned up his coat, and slid quickly to the ground, pursued by numbers of the captive's relations, who darted from the other holes and flew round the robber, screeching and pecking at him in a rage.
Fritz, an experienced climber and really eager to check out the nests up close, climbed the tree, hoping to get one or two baby birds, if any had hatched. He reached into several holes, which were empty, but finally encountered a surprise he didn't expect; as he reached deep into the nest, a strong beak grabbed his finger and bit it sharply, causing him to cry out and pull his hand back, shaking it vigorously to ease the pain. After recovering from the shock, he boldly grabbed the ungrateful bird, and despite its shrieks and screams, pulled it out of its hiding spot, stuffed it into his pocket, buttoned up his coat, and slid quickly down the tree, with a bunch of the bird's relatives chasing after him, darting out of the other holes and flying around the thief, screeching and pecking at him in anger.
Fritz's prize was not one of the real owners of the nests, which were those of the sociable grosbeak, but a very pretty small green parrot, with which he was greatly pleased, and which he at once determined to tame and teach to speak; for the present it was carefully remanded to prison in his pocket.
Fritz's prize wasn't one of the actual owners of the nests, which belonged to the sociable grosbeak, but a very cute little green parrot that he was really happy with. He immediately decided to tame it and teach it to talk; for now, he carefully tucked it away in his pocket.
This curious colony of birds afforded us matter for conversation as we went on our way; their cheerful, sociable habits, and the instinct which prompted them to unite in labor for the common good, appearing most wonderful to us.
This intriguing group of birds gave us plenty to talk about as we continued on our journey; their joyful, friendly behavior, and the instinct that drove them to come together to work for the greater good, seemed really amazing to us.
"Examples of the kind, however," said I, "are numerous, in various classes of animals. Beavers, for instance, build and live together in a very remarkable way. Among insects, bees, wasps, and ants are well known as social architects; in like manner, the coral insect works wonders beneath the ocean waves, by force of perseverance and united effort."
"Examples of this kind, though," I said, "are plentiful in different animal species. Beavers, for example, build and live together in a really impressive way. Among insects, bees, wasps, and ants are well-known as social builders; similarly, the coral insect creates amazing structures beneath the ocean waves through perseverance and teamwork."
"I have often watched ants at work," said Fritz; "it is most amusing to see how they carry on the various works and duties of their commonwealth."
"I've often watched ants at work," said Fritz; "it's really interesting to see how they handle the different tasks and responsibilities of their colony."
"Have you ever noticed how much trouble they take with the eggs?" inquired I, to see how far he understood the process; "carrying them about in the warmth of the sun until they are hatched?"
"Have you ever noticed how much effort they put into the eggs?" I asked, curious to see how much he knew about the process. "They carry them around in the warmth of the sun until they hatch?"
"Ah! that is rather the chrysalis of the antworm, or larva which is produced from an egg. I know they are called ants' eggs, but, strictly speaking, that is incorrect."
"Ah! that is actually the chrysalis of the ant larva, or the stage that comes from an egg. I know people refer to them as ants' eggs, but technically, that's not right."
"You are perfectly right, my boy. Well, if you have taken so much interest in watching the little ants of your native country, how delighted and astonished you would be to see the wonders performed by the vast tribes of large ants in foreign lands.
"You’re absolutely right, my boy. Well, if you’re so interested in watching the little ants from your home country, just imagine how amazed and delighted you would be to see the incredible things done by the huge tribes of ants in other lands."
"Some of these build heaps or nests, four or six feet high and proportionately broad, which are so strong and firm that they defy equally sunshine and rain. They are, within, divided into regular streets, galleries, vaults, and nurseries. So firmly are these mounds built, that with interior alterations, a deserted one might be used for a baking-oven.
"Some of these animals build large mounds or nests, four to six feet high and proportionately wide, that are so sturdy they can withstand both sunlight and rain. Inside, they’re organized into neat streets, tunnels, rooms, and nurseries. These mounds are constructed so well that, with some modifications, a vacant one could be used as a baking oven."
"The ant, although respected since the days of King Solomon as a model of industry, is not in itself an attractive insect.
"The ant, while admired since the days of King Solomon as an example of hard work, is not really a charming insect."
"It exudes a sticky moisture, its smell is unpleasant, and it destroys and devours whatever eatable comes in its way. Although, in our own country it does little harm, the large ants of foreign lands are most destructive and troublesome; it being very difficult to check their depredations. Fortunately they have enemies by whose exertions their numbers are kept down; birds, other insects, and even four-footed beasts prey upon them. Chief among the latter is the ant-bear, or tamanoir, of South America, a large creature six or seven feet in length, covered with long coarse hair, drooping like a heavy plume over the hind quarters. The head is wonderfully elongated and very narrow; it is destitute of teeth, and the tongue resembles somewhat a great red earth-worm. It has immensely strong curved claws, with which it tears and breaks down and scratches to pieces the hard walls of the ant-heaps; then, protruding its sticky tongue, it coils and twists it about among the terrified millions disturbed by its attack; they adhere to this horrible invader, and are drawn irresistibly backward into the hungry, toothless jaws awaiting them.
"It gives off a sticky moisture, has an unpleasant smell, and destroys and devours anything edible that comes its way. While it does little harm in our country, the large ants from foreign lands are particularly destructive and troublesome, making it very difficult to stop their raids. Fortunately, they have predators that help keep their numbers down; birds, other insects, and even four-legged animals hunt them. The main predator among the latter is the anteater, or tamandua, from South America, a large creature about six or seven feet long, covered in long, coarse hair that droops like a heavy plume over its hindquarters. Its head is remarkably elongated and very narrow; it has no teeth, and its tongue resembles a large red earthworm. It has incredibly strong curved claws that it uses to tear apart and break down the hard walls of ant hills; then, sticking out its sticky tongue, it coils and twists it around the terrified millions disturbed by its assault; they stick to this awful invader and are irresistibly pulled backward into the hungry, toothless jaws waiting for them."
"The little ant-eater is not more than about twenty-one inches in length, has a shorter and more natural looking head, and fine silky fur. It usually lives in trees."
"The small anteater is only about twenty-one inches long, has a shorter and more natural-looking head, and has fine, silky fur. It typically resides in trees."
I was pleased to find my memory served me so well on this subject, as it interested my boy amazingly; and occupied us for a considerable time while we traveled onward.
I was happy to see that my memory was so sharp on this topic, as it fascinated my boy a lot; and it kept us engaged for a good amount of time as we continued our journey.
Arriving presently at a grove of tall trees, with very strong, broad thick leaves, we paused to examine them; they bore a round, fig-like fruit, full of little seeds and of a sour, harsh taste.
Arriving soon at a grove of tall trees with strong, broad, thick leaves, we stopped to take a look at them; they had round, fig-like fruit, packed with small seeds and with a sour, bitter taste.
Fritz saw some gummy resin exuding from cracks in the bark, and it reminded him of the boyish delight afforded by collecting gum from cherry-trees at home, so that he must needs stop to scrape off as much as he could. He rejoined me presently, attempting to soften what he had collected in his hands; but finding it would not work like gum, he was about to fling it away, when he suddenly found that he could stretch it and that it sprang back to its original size.
Fritz noticed some sticky resin oozing from cracks in the bark, and it reminded him of the childhood joy he felt when collecting gum from cherry trees back home, so he had to stop and scrape off as much as he could. He came back to me a little later, trying to soften what he had gathered in his hands; but when he realized it wouldn't behave like gum, he was about to throw it away when he suddenly discovered that he could stretch it and that it would spring back to its original size.
"Oh, father, only look! this gum is quite elastic! Can it possibly be india-rubber?"
"Oh, Dad, just look! This gum is really stretchy! Could it be rubber?"
"What!" cried I; "let me see it! a valuable discovery that would be, indeed; and I do believe you are perfectly right!"
"What!" I exclaimed; "let me see it! That would be a valuable discovery, for sure; and I really think you're absolutely right!"
"India-rubber," I replied, "or, more properly, caoutchouc, is a milky, resinous juice which flows from certain trees in considerable quantities when the stem is purposely tapped. These trees are indigenous to the South American countries of Brazil, Guiana, and Cayenne. The natives, who first obtained it, used to form bottles by smearing earthen flasks with repeated coatings of the gum when just fresh from the trees, and when hardened and sufficiently thick, they broke the mold, shook out the fragments, and hung the bottles in the smoke, when they became firmer and of a dark color. While moist, the savages were in the habit of drawing rude figures and lines on the resin by way of ornament; these marks you may have observed, for the bottles obtained from the natives by the Spaniards and Portuguese have for years been brought to Europe, and cut into portions to be sold for use in drawing. Caoutchouc can be put to many uses, and I am delighted to have it here, as we shall, I hope, be able to make it into different forms; first and foremost, I shall try to manufacture boots and shoes."
"India rubber," I replied, "or more accurately, caoutchouc, is a milky, resinous sap that flows from certain trees in large amounts when the trunk is tapped. These trees are native to South American countries like Brazil, Guiana, and Cayenne. The locals, who first discovered it, used to create bottles by coating earthen flasks with layers of fresh gum from the trees. Once it hardened and became thick enough, they would break the mold, shake out the pieces, and hang the bottles in smoke, which made them tougher and darker. While it was still wet, the indigenous people used to draw simple patterns and lines on the resin as decoration; you may have noticed these designs, as bottles obtained from the natives by the Spaniards and Portuguese have been brought to Europe for years and cut into pieces to be sold for art. Caoutchouc has many uses, and I'm excited to have it here, as we should be able to shape it into different items; first and foremost, I will try to make boots and shoes."
Soon after making this discovery, we reached the cocoanut wood, and saw the bay extending before us, and the great promontory we called Cape Disappointment, which hitherto had always bounded our excursions.
Soon after making this discovery, we reached the coconut grove and saw the bay stretching out in front of us, along with the large promontory we named Cape Disappointment, which had always marked the limit of our explorations.
In passing through the wood, I remarked a smaller sort of palm, which, among its grand companions, I had not previously noticed. One of these had been broken by the wind, and I saw that the pith had a peculiar mealy appearance, and I felt convinced that this was the world-renowned sago-palm.
In walking through the woods, I noticed a smaller type of palm that I hadn't seen before among its larger counterparts. One of them had been broken by the wind, and I noticed that the inside had a unique, mealy look, leading me to believe it was the famous sago palm.
In the pith I saw some fat worms or maggots, and suddenly recollected that I had heard of them before as feeding on the sago, and that in the West Indies they are eaten as a delicacy.
In the pith, I saw some fat worms or maggots and suddenly remembered that I had heard of them before as feeding on the sago, and that in the West Indies, they are eaten as a delicacy.
Very soon rich fat began to drop from them, and they smelt so temptingly good that all repugnance to the idea of eating worms vanished; and, putting one like a pat of butter on a baked potato, I boldly swallowed it and liked it so much that several others followed in the same way. Fritz also summoned courage to partake of this novel food, which was a savory addition to our dinner of baked potatoes.
Very soon, rich fat started to drip from them, and they smelled so delicious that all disgust at the idea of eating worms disappeared; so, putting one on a baked potato like a pat of butter, I boldly swallowed it and liked it so much that I had several more. Fritz also gathered the courage to try this new food, which made a savory addition to our dinner of baked potatoes.
Being once more ready to start, we found so dense a thicket in the direct route that we turned aside without attempting to penetrate it, and made our way toward the sugar brake near Cape Disappointment. This we could not pass without cutting a handsome bundle of sugar-canes, and the donkey carried that, in addition to the bag of wax berries.
Once we were ready to go again, we found such a dense thicket in our direct path that we decided to go around it instead of trying to push through. We headed towards the sugar cane area near Cape Disappointment. We couldn’t pass it without harvesting a good bundle of sugar canes, which the donkey carried along with the bag of wax berries.
In time we reached the sledge in Calabash Wood: the ass was unloaded, everything placed on the sledge, and our patient beast began calmly and readily to drag the burden he had hitherto borne on his back.
In time we reached the sled in Calabash Wood: the donkey was unloaded, everything was placed on the sled, and our patient animal began to calmly and readily pull the load he had previously carried on his back.
No further adventure befell us, and we arrived in the evening at Falconhurst, where our welcome was as warm as usual—all we had to tell listened to with the greatest interest, all we had to show most eagerly examined, the pretty green parroquet enchanting the boys most particularly.
No other adventures happened, and we got to Falconhurst in the evening, where we were welcomed as warmly as always—everyone listened with great interest to our stories, eagerly examined everything we had to show, and the lovely green parakeet especially captivated the boys.
An excellent supper was ready for us, and with thankful hearts we enjoyed it together; then, ascending to our tree-castle, and drawing up the ladder after us, we betook ourselves to the repose well earned and greatly needed after this fatiguing day.
An amazing dinner was ready for us, and with grateful hearts we enjoyed it together; then, climbing up to our treehouse and pulling up the ladder behind us, we settled in for the well-deserved and much-needed rest after this tiring day.
The idea of candle-making seemed to have taken the fancy of all the boys; and next morning they woke, one after the other, with the word candle on their lips. When they were thoroughly roused they continued to talk candles; all breakfast-time, candles were the subject of conversation; and after breakfast they would hear of nothing else but setting to work at once and making candles.
The idea of making candles seemed to capture the interest of all the boys; and the next morning, they woke up, one after the other, with the word candle on their lips. Once they were fully awake, they kept talking about candles; throughout breakfast, candles were the main topic of conversation; and after breakfast, they discussed nothing else but getting started on making candles.
"So be it," said I; "let us become chandlers."
"So be it," I said; "let's become candle makers."
I spoke confidently, but to tell the truth, I had in my own mind certain misgivings as to the result of our experiment. In the first place, I knew that we lacked a very important ingredient—animal fat, which is necessary to make candles burn for any length of time with brilliancy. Besides this, I rather doubted how far my memory would recall the various operations necessary in the manufacture. Of all this, however, I said nothing; and the boys, under my direction, were soon at work. We first picked off the berries and threw them into a large shallow iron vessel placed on the fire. The green, sweet-scented wax was rapidly melted, rising to the surface of the juice yielded by the berries. This we skimmed off and placed in a separate pot by the fire, ready for use; repeating the operation several times, until we had collected sufficient liquid wax for our purpose. I then took the wicks my wife had prepared, and dipped them one after the other into the wax, handing them as I did so to Fritz, who hung them up on a bush to dry. The coating they thus obtained was not very thick; but, by repeating the operation several times, they at length assumed very fair proportions, and became real sturdy candles. Our wax being at an end, we hung these in a cool, shady place to harden; and that same night we sat up like civilized beings three whole hours after sunset, and Falconhurst was for the first time brilliantly illuminated.
I spoke with confidence, but honestly, I had some doubts about the outcome of our experiment. First of all, I knew we were missing a crucial ingredient—animal fat, which is needed to make candles burn brightly for any length of time. On top of that, I wasn’t sure how well I could remember all the steps involved in making them. However, I kept these thoughts to myself, and the boys quickly started working under my guidance. We began by picking the berries and throwing them into a large, shallow iron pot over the fire. The green, sweet-smelling wax melted quickly, floating on top of the juice released by the berries. We skimmed this off and put it in a separate pot by the fire, ready to use, and repeated the process several times until we had enough wax for our needs. Then I took the wicks my wife had prepared and dipped each one into the wax, passing them to Fritz, who hung them on a bush to dry. The layer of wax they got wasn’t very thick, but by repeating the dipping process several times, they eventually became decent-sized, sturdy candles. Once we ran out of wax, we hung these in a cool, shady spot to harden; that night, we stayed up like civilized people for three whole hours after sunset, and Falconhurst was illuminated for the first time.
We were all delighted with the success of our experiment.
We were all thrilled with how well our experiment turned out.
"You are indeed clever," said my wife; "I only wish that with your ingenuity you would show me how to make butter. Day after day I have the annoyance of seeing a large supply of good cream go bad under my very eyes, simply because I have no use to which to put it. Invent a plan, please do."
"You’re really clever," my wife said. "I just wish you’d use your skills to show me how to make butter. Day after day, I’m frustrated watching a lot of good cream spoil right in front of me, just because I have no way to use it. Please come up with a solution."
"I think that perhaps I can help you," I replied, after a little consideration; "not that I can claim the honor of the invention of my plan; that is due to the Hottentots. I will see what I can do. Jack, bring me one of our gourd bottles."
"I think I might be able to help you," I said after a moment of thought; "although I can't take credit for coming up with my plan; that honor goes to the Hottentots. I'll see what I can do. Jack, grab me one of our gourd bottles."
I took the gourd, one of those I had previously prepared, with a small hole at one end and well hollowed out and cleaned; this I partially filled with cream and then corked up the hole tightly.
I grabbed the gourd, one of the ones I had prepared earlier, with a small hole at one end that was well hollowed out and cleaned; I partially filled it with cream and then sealed the hole tightly with a cork.
"Here, boys," said I, "you can continue the operation, while I turn carpenter and make a cart to take the place of our sledge."
"Here, guys," I said, "you can keep working while I play carpenter and build a cart to replace our sled."
I gave them their directions, and then set about my own work. They fixed four posts in the ground, and to them fastened a square piece of sailcloth by four cords attached to the corners. In this cradle they placed the gourd of cream, and each taking a side rolled it backward and forward continuously for half an hour.
I gave them their directions and then started on my own work. They set four posts in the ground and attached a square piece of sailcloth to them with four cords tied to the corners. They placed the gourd of cream in this cradle and, with each person taking a side, they rolled it back and forth continuously for half an hour.
"Now," I cried, looking up from my work, "open the gourd and take the contents to your mother, with my compliments."
"Now," I shouted, looking up from my work, "open the gourd and take the contents to your mom, with my compliments."
They did so; and my good wife's eyes were delighted with the sight of a large lump of capital fresh butter.
They did that, and my wife's eyes lit up at the sight of a big chunk of fresh butter.
With my son's assistance the cart was in time completed; a clumsy vehicle it was, but strong enough for any purpose to which we might put it, and, as it proved, of immense use to us in collecting the harvest.
With my son's help, the cart was finally finished on time; it was a bit awkward, but sturdy enough for whatever we needed it for, and as it turned out, it was extremely useful for gathering the harvest.
We then turned our attention to our fruit-trees, which we had planted in a plot ready for transplanting. The walnut, cherry, and chestnut trees we arranged in parallel rows, so as to form a shady avenue from Falconhurst to Family-bridge; and between them we laid down a tolerable road, that we might have no difficulty in reaching Tentholm, be the weather bad as it might. We planted the vines round the arched roots of our great mangrove, and the rest of the trees in suitable spots; some near Falconhurst, and others away over Jackal River, to adorn Tentholm. Tentholm had been the subject of serious thoughts to me for some time past, and I now turned all my attention thither. It was not my ambition to make it beautiful, but to form of it a safe place of refuge in a case of emergency. My first care, therefore, was to plant a thick, prickly hedge capable of protecting us from any wild animal, and forming a tolerable obstacle to the attack of even savages, should they appear. Not satisfied with this, however, we fortified the bridge, and on a couple of hillocks mounted two guns which we brought from the wreck, and with whose angry mouths we might bark defiance at any enemy, man or beast.
We then focused on our fruit trees, which we had planted in a spot ready for transplanting. We arranged the walnut, cherry, and chestnut trees in parallel rows to create a shady avenue from Falconhurst to Family-bridge; and between them, we laid down a decent road so we wouldn’t have trouble reaching Tentholm, no matter how bad the weather might be. We planted the vines around the curved roots of our big mangrove, and the rest of the trees in suitable spots; some near Falconhurst and others further over Jackal River, to beautify Tentholm. Tentholm had been on my mind for a while, and I now directed all my attention there. My goal wasn’t to make it pretty, but to create a safe place to retreat to in case of an emergency. My first priority, then, was to plant a thick, prickly hedge to protect us from any wild animals and provide a reasonable barrier against even savages, should they come. However, not content with just that, we reinforced the bridge and set up two guns on a couple of hillocks that we salvaged from the wreck, so we could defiantly bark back at any enemy, human or beast.
Six weeks slipped away while we were thus busily occupied, six weeks of hard, yet pleasant, labor. We greeted each Sunday and its accompanying rest most gratefully, and on that day always, especially thanked God for our continued health and safety. I soon saw that this hard work was developing in the boys remarkable strength, and this I encouraged by making them practise running, leaping, climbing, and swimming; I also saw, however, that it was having a less satisfactory effect upon their clothes, which, though a short time before remarkably neat, were now, in spite of the busy mother's mending and patching, most untidy and disreputable. I determined, therefore, to pay another visit to the wreck, to replenish our wardrobe and to see how much longer the vessel was likely to hold together. Three of the boys and I went off in the pinnace. The old ship seemed in much the same condition as when we had left her; a few more planks had gone, but that was all.
Six weeks went by while we were busy, six weeks of hard but enjoyable work. We welcomed each Sunday and its rest with gratitude, and on that day, we always especially thanked God for our ongoing health and safety. I quickly noticed that this hard work was developing remarkable strength in the boys, which I encouraged by having them practice running, jumping, climbing, and swimming. However, I also noticed that it was taking a toll on their clothes, which had been quite neat not long ago, but now, despite their busy mother's mending and patching, were looking quite shabby and worn out. So, I decided to visit the wreck again to refresh our wardrobe and to see how much longer the ship could hold together. Three of the boys and I set off in the small boat. The old ship seemed to be in about the same condition as when we had left her; only a few more planks were missing, but that was all.
"Come, boys," cried I, "not an article of the slightest value must be left on board; rummage her out to the very bottom of her hold."
"Come on, guys," I shouted, "we can't leave a single valuable thing on board; search every inch of the hold."
They took me at my word: sailors' chests, bales of cloth and linen, a couple of small guns, ball and shot, tables, benches, window shutters, bolts and locks, barrels of pitch, all were soon in a heap on the deck. We loaded the pinnace and went on shore. We soon returned with our tub-boat in tow, and after a few more trips nothing was left on board.
They believed me: sailors' trunks, rolls of fabric and linen, a couple of small cannons, balls and bullets, tables, benches, window shutters, bolts and locks, barrels of pitch, all quickly piled up on the deck. We loaded the small boat and went ashore. We soon came back with our small boat in tow, and after a few more trips, nothing was left on board.
Before we lighted the fusee, I discovered a large copper cauldron which I thought I might save. I made fast to it a couple of empty casks, that when the ship went up it might float. The barrels were placed, the train lighted, and we returned on shore.
Before we lit the fusee, I found a big copper cauldron that I thought I could save. I tied a couple of empty barrels to it so that when the ship went up, it would float. The barrels were secured, the fuse was lit, and we went back to shore.
The supper was laid outside the tent, at a spot from whence we might obtain a good view of the wreck. Darkness came on. Suddenly a vivid pillar of fire rose from the black waters, a sullen roar boomed across the sea, and we knew that our good old ship was no more.
The dinner was set up outside the tent, in a place where we could see the wreck well. Night fell. Suddenly, a bright column of fire shot up from the dark waters, a loud roar echoed across the sea, and we realized that our beloved ship was gone.
We had planned the destruction of the vessel; we knew that it was for the best; and yet that night we went to bed with a feeling of sadness in our hearts, as though we had lost a dear old friend.
We had planned to destroy the ship; we knew it was for the best; and yet that night we went to bed feeling sad, as if we had lost a dear old friend.
Next morning all our sadness was dispelled, and it was with pleasure that we saw the shore lined with a rich store of planks and beams, the remnants of the wreck. I soon found, too, the copper cauldron which was successfully floated by the casks; this I got on shore, and hauling it up among the rocks, stored under it the powder casks we had landed the day before. Collecting all these valuables gave us some little trouble, and while we were thus engaged my wife brought us good news. She had discovered that two ducks and a goose had each reared a large family among the reeds by the river; and they presently appeared waddling past us, apparently vastly well-pleased with their performance. We greeted them joyfully.
Next morning, all our sadness was gone, and we were pleased to see the shore filled with a rich supply of planks and beams, the remains of the wreck. I quickly found the copper cauldron that had successfully floated with the barrels; I got it ashore and, pulling it up among the rocks, stored the powder casks we had landed the day before underneath it. Collecting all these treasures took a bit of effort, and while we were busy, my wife brought us some good news. She had discovered that two ducks and a goose had each raised a large family among the reeds by the river; they soon came waddling past us, looking quite pleased with themselves. We greeted them happily.
"Hurrah!" cried Ernest, "we'll be able to afford duck and green peas some day soon, and imagine we're once more civilized mortals."
"Hooray!" shouted Ernest, "we'll be able to afford duck and green peas someday soon, and we can pretend we're civilized people again."
The sight of these birds reminded me of our family at Falconhurst, and I announced my intention of paying them a visit.
The sight of these birds made me think of our family at Falconhurst, and I said I was planning to pay them a visit.
Every one was delighted and every one would come with me. As we approached Falconhurst I noticed that several young trees in our avenue were considerably bent by the wind, and this resolved me to make an expedition next day to cut bamboos for their support. As Fritz was the only one besides myself who had visited Cape Disappointment and the surrounding country, my wife and the younger boys begged hard to be allowed to accompany me. I consented; and next morning we started, bringing with us the cart, drawn by the cow and ass, and laden with everything necessary for an expedition of several days—a tent, provisions, a large supply of ammunitions, and all sorts of implements and utensils; for I intended to make a great collection of fruits and the produce of different trees. It was a lovely morning, and passing gayly through the plantations of potatoes, manioc, and cassavas, we came to the nests of the sociable grosbeak, the sight of which charmed the children immensely.
Everyone was excited, and everyone wanted to join me. As we got closer to Falconhurst, I noticed that several young trees in our path were significantly bent by the wind, which motivated me to plan a trip the next day to cut bamboos to support them. Since Fritz was the only one besides me who had been to Cape Disappointment and the surrounding area, my wife and the younger boys begged me to let them come along. I agreed, and the next morning we set out with the cart, pulled by the cow and the donkey, loaded with everything we needed for a multi-day trip—a tent, food, a large supply of ammunition, and various tools and utensils; I wanted to gather a wide variety of fruits and products from various trees. It was a beautiful morning, and as we happily passed through the fields of potatoes, manioc, and cassava, we arrived at the nests of the sociable grosbeak, which delighted the children greatly.
We reached the wax trees, and there I called a halt, for I wished to gather a sack or two of the berries that we might renew our stock of candles. The berries were soon plucked; and I stored them away among the bushes, marking the spot that we might find them on our return.
We arrived at the wax trees, and I decided to stop because I wanted to collect a sack or two of the berries so we could restock our candles. The berries were quickly picked, and I set them aside in the bushes, marking the location so we could find them on our way back.
"Now for the caoutchouc tree," said I; "now for the waterproof boots and leggings to keep your feet dry, Ernest." To the caoutchouc tree we directed our steps, and were soon busily engaged in stabbing the bark and placing vessels beneath to catch the sap. We again moved forward; and, crossing the palm wood, entered upon a delightful plain bounded on one side by an extensive field of waving sugar-cane, on the other by a thicket of bamboos and lovely palms, while in front stretched the shining sea, calm and noiseless.
"Now for the rubber tree," I said; "now for the waterproof boots and pants to keep your feet dry, Ernest." We headed towards the rubber tree and quickly got to work stabbing the bark and placing containers underneath to catch the sap. We moved on again; crossing the palm grove, we entered a lovely plain bordered on one side by a vast field of swaying sugar cane, and on the other by a thicket of bamboos and beautiful palm trees, while in front lay the sparkling sea, calm and quiet.
"How beautiful!" exclaimed Jack, "let us pitch our tent here and stay here always instead of living at Falconhurst. It would be jolly."
"How beautiful!" Jack exclaimed, "let's set up our tent here and stay forever instead of living at Falconhurst. It would be so much fun."
"Very likely," replied I, "and so would be the attacks of wild beasts; imagine a great tiger lying in wait in the thicket yonder, and pouncing out on us at night. No, no, thank you, I much prefer our nest in the tree, or our impregnable position at Tentholm. We must make this our headquarters for the present, however; for, though perhaps dangerous, it is the most convenient spot we shall find. Call a halt and pitch the tent."
"Very likely," I replied, "and the attacks from wild animals would be just as real; picture a huge tiger hiding in the thicket over there, ready to jump out at us at night. No, no, I’d much rather stay in our tree nest or our secure position at Tentholm. However, we need to set up here for now because, although it might be risky, it's the most convenient place we'll find. Let’s stop and put up the tent."
Our beasts were quickly unyoked, the tent arranged, a large fire lit, supper started, and we dispersed in various directions, some to cut bamboos, and some to collect sugar-cane. We then returned; and, as supper was still not ready and the boys were hungry, they decided to obtain some cocoanuts. This time, however, no assistance was to be had from either monkeys or land-crabs, and they gazed up with longing eyes at the fruit above them.
Our animals were quickly unhitched, the tent set up, a big fire started, dinner cooking, and we split up in different directions—some went to cut bamboos, while others collected sugar cane. We then came back; and since dinner was still not ready and the boys were hungry, they decided to get some coconuts. This time, though, there was no help from either monkeys or land crabs, and they looked up with longing eyes at the fruit above them.
"We can climb," said Fritz, "up with you, boys."
"We can climb," said Fritz, "up with you guys."
Jack and he each rushed at one of the smooth, slippery trunks; right vigorously they struggled upward, but to no purpose; before they had accomplished one-quarter of the distance they found themselves slipping rapidly to the ground.
Jack and he both hurried toward one of the smooth, slippery trunks; they struggled hard to climb, but it was useless; before they could cover even a quarter of the distance, they found themselves sliding quickly back to the ground.
"Here, you young athletes," cried I, "I foresaw this difficulty, and have provided for it." So saying I held up buskins of shark's skin which I had previously prepared, and which I now bound on to their legs. Thus equipped they again attempted the ascent, and with a loop of rope passed round their body and the trunk of the tree, quickly reached the summit. My wife joined me, and together we watched the boys as they ascended tree after tree, throwing down the best fruit from each.
"Hey, young athletes," I shouted, "I anticipated this challenge and have prepared for it." With that, I held up sharkskin boots that I had made earlier, and I strapped them onto their legs. With this gear on, they tried climbing again, and with a rope looped around their bodies and the trunk of the tree, they quickly reached the top. My wife came over to join me, and together we watched the boys as they climbed tree after tree, tossing down the best fruit from each one.
They then returned and jestingly begged Ernest to produce the result of his labor. The professor had been lying on the grass grazing at the palms; but, on this sarcastic remark, he sprang to his feet. "Willingly," he exclaimed, and seizing a pair of buskins, he quickly donned them. "Give me a cocoanut shell," said he. I gave him one, and he put it in his pocket. He ran to a tree, and, with an agility which surprised us all, quickly reached the top. No sooner had he done so than Fritz and Jack burst into a roar of laughter. He had swarmed a tree which bore no nuts. Ernest apparently heard them; for, as it seemed in a fit of anger, he drew his knife and severed the leafy crest, which fell to the ground. I glanced up at him, surprised at such a display of temper. But a bright smile greeted me, and in a merry tone he shouted:
They then came back and jokingly asked Ernest to show the result of his work. The professor had been lying on the grass, looking at the palms, but when he heard the sarcastic comment, he jumped to his feet. "Sure thing," he said, grabbing a pair of boots and quickly putting them on. "Give me a coconut shell," he added. I handed him one, and he tucked it into his pocket. He ran to a tree and, with an agility that surprised all of us, quickly climbed to the top. As soon as he reached the top, Fritz and Jack burst into laughter. He had climbed a tree that had no nuts. Ernest must have heard them because, seemingly in a fit of anger, he drew his knife and cut off the leafy top, which fell to the ground. I looked up at him, surprised at such a display of anger. But then he flashed me a bright smile and, in a cheerful tone, shouted:
"Jack, pick that palm-cabbage up and take it to your father; that is only half my contribution, and it is worth all your nuts put together."
"Jack, pick up that palm cabbage and take it to your dad; that’s only half of what I’m giving, and it's worth all your nuts combined."
He spoke truly; the cabbage palm is rare, and the tuft of leaves at its summit is greatly prized by the South Americans for its great delicacy and highly nutritive qualities.
He spoke honestly; the cabbage palm is rare, and the cluster of leaves at its top is highly valued by South Americans for its delicate texture and rich nutritional benefits.
"Bravo!" I cried, "you have retrieved your character; come down and receive the thanks of the company. What are you waiting up there for?"
"Bravo!" I shouted, "you've won back your character; come down and accept the applause from everyone. What are you waiting for up there?"
"I am coming presently," he replied, "with the second half of my contribution; I hope it will be as fully appreciated as the first."
"I'll be there shortly," he replied, "with the second half of my contribution; I hope it gets the same appreciation as the first."
In a short time he slipped down the tree, and, advancing to his mother, presented her with the nutshell he had taken up with him.
In no time, he climbed down the tree and walked over to his mother, handing her the nutshell he had brought with him.
"Here," he said, "is a wine which the greatest connoisseur would prize. Taste it, mother."
"Here," he said, "is a wine that even the greatest connoisseur would value. Try it, mom."
The shell was filled with a clear, rosy liquor, bright and sparkling. My wife tasted it. "Excellent, excellent," she exclaimed. "Your very good health, my dear boy!"
The shell was filled with a clear, rosy drink, bright and sparkling. My wife tasted it. "Excellent, excellent," she said. "Here's to your very good health, my dear boy!"
We drank the rosy wine in turn, and Ernest received hearty thanks from all.
We each took turns drinking the rosy wine, and Ernest got a lot of heartfelt thanks from everyone.
It was getting late, and while we were enjoying our supper before our tent, our donkey, who had been quietly browsing near us, suddenly set up a loud bray, and, without the least apparent cause, pricked up his ears, threw up his heels, and galloped off into the thicket of bamboos. We followed for a short distance, and I sent the dogs in chase, but they returned without our friend, and, as it was late, we were obliged to abandon the chase.
It was getting late, and while we were enjoying our dinner in front of our tent, our donkey, who had been quietly grazing nearby, suddenly let out a loud bray and, for no obvious reason, perked up his ears, kicked his heels, and dashed off into the bamboo thicket. We followed for a short distance, and I sent the dogs after him, but they came back without our friend, and since it was getting late, we had to give up the search.
I was annoyed by this incident, and even alarmed; for not only had we lost the ass, but I knew not what had occasioned his sudden flight. I knew not whether he was aware, by instinct, of the approach of some fierce wild beast. I said nothing of this to my family, but, making up an unusually large fire, I bade them sleep with their arms by their sides, and we all lay down.
I was bothered by this incident, and even worried; for not only had we lost the donkey, but I had no idea what caused his sudden escape. I didn’t know if he sensed, by instinct, the approach of some fierce wild animal. I didn’t mention this to my family, but I built a larger fire than usual and told them to sleep with their weapons by their sides, and we all lay down.
A bright morning awoke us early, and I rose and looked out, thinking that perhaps our poor donkey might have been attracted by the light of the fires, and had returned. Alas! not a sign of him was to be seen. As we could not afford to lose so valuable a beast, I determined to leave no attempt untried to regain him. We hurriedly breakfasted, and, as I required the dogs to assist me in the search, I left my elder sons to protect their mother, and bade Jack get ready for a day's march. This arrangement delighted him, and we quickly set out.
A bright morning woke us up early, and I got up and looked outside, thinking that maybe our poor donkey had been drawn in by the firelight and had come back. Unfortunately, there was no sign of him. Since we couldn’t afford to lose such a valuable animal, I decided to do everything I could to find him. We quickly ate breakfast, and since I needed the dogs to help me search, I left my older sons to look after their mother and told Jack to get ready for a day of traveling. This plan thrilled him, and we quickly set off.
For an hour or more we trudged onward, directed by the print of the ass's hoofs. Sometimes we lost the track for a while, and then again discovered it as we reached softer soil. Finally this guide failed us altogether, for the donkey seemed to have joined in with a herd of some larger animals, with whose hoof-prints his had mingled. I now almost turned back in despair, but Jack urged me to continue the search; "For," said he, "if we once get upon a hill we shall see such a large herd, as this must be, at almost any distance. Do let us go on, father."
For an hour or more, we plodded along, following the tracks left by the donkey's hooves. Sometimes we lost the trail for a bit, but then we found it again when we stepped onto softer ground. Eventually, our guide let us down completely, as the donkey seemed to have mixed in with a group of larger animals, and their hoof prints blended with his. I was almost ready to turn back in frustration, but Jack encouraged me to keep looking. "Because," he said, "once we get to a hill, we’ll be able to see such a large herd, which has to be nearby, from almost any distance. Please let’s keep going, dad."
I consented, and we again pushed forward, through bushes, and over torrents, sometimes cutting our way with an ax, and sometimes plunging knee-deep through a swamp. We at length reached the border of a wide plain, and on it, in the distance, I could see a herd of animals browsing on the rich grass. It struck me that it might be the very herd to which our good donkey had joined himself; and, wishing to ascertain whether this was so, I resolved to make a detour through a bamboo marsh, and get as near as possible to the animals without disturbing them. The bamboos were huge, many of them over thirty feet in height; and, as we made our way through them, I remembered an account of the giant cane of South America, which is greatly prized by the Indians on account of its extreme usefulness; the reeds themselves make masts for their canoes, while each joint will form a cask or box. I was delighted, for I had little doubt that the bamboos we were among were of the same species. I explained this to Jack, and as we discussed the possibility of cutting one down and carrying a portion of it home, we reached the border of the marsh, and emerged upon the plain. There we suddenly found ourselves face to face with the herd which we sought—a herd of buffaloes. They looked up and stared at us inquisitively, but without moving. Jack would have fired, but I checked him. "Back to the thicket," I said, "and keep back the dogs!"
I agreed, and we pushed on again, through bushes and across streams, sometimes cutting our way with an ax and sometimes wading knee-deep through a swamp. Eventually, we reached the edge of a wide plain, and in the distance, I spotted a herd of animals grazing on the lush grass. It occurred to me that it could be the very herd that our trusty donkey had joined, and wanting to confirm this, I decided to take a detour through a bamboo marsh to get as close to the animals as possible without scaring them. The bamboos were massive, many over thirty feet tall; as we made our way through them, I remembered a story about the giant cane of South America, which the Indigenous people highly value for its usefulness. The reeds themselves serve as masts for canoes, and each joint can be turned into a barrel or box. I was excited because I had little doubt that the bamboos around us were similar. I shared this with Jack, and as we talked about the possibility of cutting one down and taking part of it home, we reached the edge of the marsh and stepped onto the plain. There, we suddenly found ourselves face to face with the herd we were looking for—a herd of buffaloes. They raised their heads and stared at us curiously but didn’t move. Jack wanted to shoot, but I stopped him. "Back to the thicket," I said, "and hold the dogs back!"
We began to retreat, but before we were again under cover the dogs joined us; and, in spite of our shouts and efforts to restrain them, they dashed forward and seized a buffalo calf. This was a signal to the whole herd to attack us. They bellowed loudly, pawed the ground, and tore it up with their horns, and then dashed madly toward us. We had not time to step behind a rock before the leader was upon us. So close was he that my gun was useless. I drew a pistol and fired. He fell dead at my feet. His fall checked the advance of the rest. They halted, snuffed the air, turned tail, and galloped off across the plain. They were gone, but the dogs still held gallantly to the calf. They dragged and tussled with him, but with their utmost efforts they could not bring him to the ground. How to assist them without shooting the poor beast I knew not; and this I was unwilling to do, for I hoped that, if we could but capture him alive, we might in time manage to tame him, and use him as a beast of burden. Jack's clever little head, however, suddenly devised a plan for their aid, and with his usual promptitude, he at once put it into execution. He unwound the lasso, which was coiled round his body, and, as the young bull flung up his heels, he cast, it and caught him by his hind legs. The noose drew tight, and in a twinkling the beast was upon the ground. We fastened the other end of the cord round a stout bamboo, called off the dogs, and the animal was at our mercy.
We started to pull back, but before we could find cover again, the dogs joined us. Despite our shouting and trying to keep them back, they rushed forward and grabbed a buffalo calf. This triggered the entire herd to charge at us. They bellowed loudly, stomped the ground, and thrashed it with their horns, then charged wildly toward us. We didn’t have time to hide behind a rock before the leader was right on us. He was so close that my gun was useless. I pulled out a pistol and fired. He dropped dead at my feet. His fall halted the others. They stopped, sniffed the air, turned around, and bolted across the plain. They were gone, but the dogs still bravely held onto the calf. They pulled and struggled with him, but despite their best efforts, they couldn’t bring him down. I didn’t know how to help them without shooting the poor animal, which I didn’t want to do, as I hoped that if we could capture him alive, we might eventually tame him and use him as a pack animal. Suddenly, Jack’s clever little mind came up with a plan, and as usual, he jumped right into action. He unraveled the lasso that was coiled around him, and as the young bull kicked its legs, he threw it and caught him by his hind legs. The noose tightened, and in no time, the beast was on the ground. We tied the other end of the rope to a sturdy bamboo, called off the dogs, and the animal was now in our control.
"Now we have got him," said Jack, as he looked at the poor beast, lying panting on the ground, "what are we to do with him?"
"Now we’ve got him," said Jack, looking at the poor animal, lying there panting on the ground, "what should we do with him?"
"I will show you," said I; "help me to fasten his forelegs together, and you shall see the next operation."
"I'll show you," I said; "help me tie his front legs together, and you'll see what comes next."
The bull, thus secured, could not move; and while Jack held his head I drew my knife and pierced the cartilage of his nose, and when the blood flowed less freely, passed a stout cord through the hole. I felt some repugnance at thus paining the animal, but it was a case of necessity, and I could not hesitate. We united the ends of the cord, freed the animal, set him upon his legs, and, subdued and overawed, he followed us without resistance. I now turned my attention to the dead buffalo, but as I could not then skin it, I contented myself with cutting off the most delicate parts, its tongue, and a couple of steaks, and, packing them in salt in my wallet, abandoned the rest to the dogs. They fell upon it greedily, and we retired under the shade to enjoy a meal after our hard work. The dogs, however, were not to have undisputed possession of the carcass; vultures, crows, and other birds of prey, with that marvelous instinct which always leads them to a dead body, quickly filled the air, and, with discordant cries, swooped down upon the buffalo. An amusing contest ensued; the dogs again and again drove off the intruders, and they, as often, returned re-enforced by others who swarmed to the spot. Jack, with his usual impetuosity, wished to send a shot in among the robber band, but I prevented him, for I knew that the bird or two he might kill would be of no use to us, while his shot would not drive away the rest, even had we wished it. Both he and the dogs were at length satisfied, and as it was getting late, I determined to give up for the present the search for the ass, and to return to our camp. We again made our way through the bamboos, but before we left the thicket I cut down one of the smallest of the reeds, the largest of whose joints would form capital little barrels, while those near the tapering top would serve as molds for our next batch of candles.
The bull, now secured, couldn’t move; while Jack held his head, I drew my knife and pierced the cartilage of his nose. When the bleeding slowed down, I threaded a strong cord through the hole. I felt a bit uneasy about hurting the animal, but it was necessary, and I couldn’t hesitate. We tied the ends of the cord, freed the bull, set him on his legs, and, subdued and intimidated, he followed us without any resistance. I shifted my focus to the dead buffalo, but since I couldn’t skin it at that moment, I settled for cutting off its most tender parts: the tongue and a couple of steaks, packing them in salt in my wallet and leaving the rest for the dogs. They eagerly attacked it, and we retreated into the shade to enjoy a meal after our hard work. However, the dogs weren’t the only ones interested in the carcass; vultures, crows, and other birds of prey, with their incredible instinct for detecting dead bodies, quickly filled the sky and swooped down on the buffalo with loud cries. An amusing battle broke out; the dogs repeatedly chased off the intruders, who, in turn, kept coming back with reinforcements. Jack, with his usual eagerness, wanted to take a shot at the stealing birds, but I stopped him because I knew that any birds he might hit wouldn’t be useful to us, and his shot wouldn’t scare away the rest, even if we wanted it to. Eventually, both he and the dogs were satisfied, and since it was getting late, I decided to pause our search for the donkey and head back to our camp. We again made our way through the bamboos, but before leaving the thicket, I cut down one of the smaller reeds, the largest joints of which would make excellent little barrels, while those near the top would serve as molds for our next batch of candles.
The buffalo, with a dog on either side and the rope through his nose, was following us passively, and we presently induced him to submit to a package of our goods laid upon his back. We pushed rapidly forward, Jack eager to display our latest acquisition. As we repassed the rocky bed of a stream we had crossed in the morning, Juno dashed ahead, and was about to rush into a cleft between the rocks, when the appearance of a large jackal suddenly checked her further progress. Both dogs instantly flew at the animal, and though she fought desperately, quickly overpowered and throttled her. From the way the beast had shown fight, I concluded that her young must be close by, probably within the very cleft Juno was about to enter.
The buffalo, with a dog on each side and a rope through his nose, was following us calmly, and we soon got him to take a load of our goods on his back. We moved quickly ahead, with Jack excited to show off our latest find. As we passed the rocky bed of a stream we had crossed earlier that morning, Juno ran ahead and was about to jump into a gap between the rocks when a large jackal suddenly stopped her in her tracks. Both dogs immediately charged at the animal, and although it fought fiercely, they quickly overpowered and took it down. Based on how fiercely it fought, I figured its young must be nearby, probably in the very gap Juno was about to enter.
Directly Jack heard this, he wished to creep in and bring out the young jackals. I hesitated to allow him to do so, for I thought it possible that the male jackal might be still lying in wait within the cave. We peered into the darkness, and, after a while, Jack declared he could discern the little yellow jackals, and that he was quite sure the old one was not there. He then crept in, followed closely by the dogs, and presently emerged, bearing in his arms a handsome cub of a beautiful golden yellow and about the size of a small cat. He was the only one of the brood he had managed to save, for Turk and Juno, without pity for their youth or beauty, had worried all the rest. I did not much regret this, however, for I firmly believe that, had he saved them, Jack would have insisted upon bringing up the whole litter. As it was, I considered that one jackal was, with our young bull, quite sufficient an addition to our livestock.
As soon as Jack heard this, he wanted to sneak in and bring out the young jackals. I hesitated to let him do that because I thought the male jackal might still be hiding in the cave. We looked into the darkness, and after a while, Jack said he could see the little yellow jackals and was sure the adult one wasn't there. He then crawled in, closely followed by the dogs, and soon came out holding a handsome cub that was a beautiful golden yellow and about the size of a small cat. He was the only one of the litter he managed to save because Turk and Juno, without any mercy for their youth or beauty, had attacked the rest. I didn't feel too bad about this though, because I truly believe that if he had saved them all, Jack would have insisted on raising the whole litter. As it was, I thought that one jackal, along with our young bull, was a good enough addition to our livestock.
During the halt we had made I had fastened the buffalo to a small tree, and as I was now again about to move on, I recognized it as the dwarf-palm, whose long, sharp leaves form an excellent barrier if it is planted as a hedge. I determined to return and get some young plants to strengthen our hedge at Tentholm. It was late before we reached our camp, where we found our family anxiously awaiting our return.
During the break we took, I had tied the buffalo to a small tree, and as I was about to move on again, I recognized it as the dwarf-palm, which has long, sharp leaves that make a great barrier when used as a hedge. I decided to go back and get some young plants to reinforce our hedge at Tentholm. It was late when we got back to camp, where our family was anxiously waiting for us.
The sight of the new animals delighted the children immensely, and in their opinion amply compensated for the loss of our poor donkey. Jack had to answer a host of questions concerning their capture, and to give a minute account of the affray with the buffaloes. This he did, with graphic power certainly, but with so much boasting and self-glorification that I was obliged to check him, and give a plain and unvarnished account of the affair.
The sight of the new animals thrilled the kids, and they felt it more than made up for losing our poor donkey. Jack had to answer a bunch of questions about how they were caught and give a detailed story about the fight with the buffaloes. He did so with great detail, but with so much bragging and self-praise that I had to step in and give a straightforward, no-frills account of what happened.
Suppertime arrived, and as we sat at that meal, for which Jack and I were heartily thankful, my wife and her party proceeded to give an account of their day's work.
Suppertime came, and as we sat down for the meal that Jack and I were truly grateful for, my wife and her friends began to share stories about their day’s activities.
Ernest had discovered a sago-palm, and had, after much labor, contrived to fell it. Franz and his mother had collected dry wood, of which a huge heap now stood before the tent, sufficient to keep up a fire all the rest of the time we should stay on the spot. Fritz had gone off shooting and had secured a good bag. While they had been thus variously employed, a troop of apes had visited the tent, and when they returned, they found the place ransacked and turned upside down. The provisions were eaten and gnawed, the potatoes thrown about, the milk drunk and spilt; every box had been peeped into, every pot and pan had been divested of its lid; the palisade round the hut had been partly destroyed, nothing had been left untouched. Industriously had the boys worked to repair the damage, and when we returned not a sign was to be seen of the disorder. No one would have guessed what had occurred from the delicious supper we were eating.
Ernest had found a sago-palm and, after a lot of effort, managed to cut it down. Franz and his mom had gathered dry wood, and now a huge pile stood in front of the tent, enough to keep a fire going for the rest of our stay. Fritz had gone off hunting and came back with a good catch. While they were busy, a group of apes had visited the tent, and when they returned, they found the place ransacked and in chaos. The food was nibbled on, the potatoes were strewn everywhere, the milk was drunk and spilled; every box had been opened, and every pot and pan had lost its lid; the fence around the hut had been partially destroyed, and nothing was left undisturbed. The boys worked hard to fix the damage, and by the time we returned, there was no sign of the mess. You wouldn't have guessed what happened from the delicious dinner we were enjoying.
After matters had been again arranged, Fritz had gone down to the shore, and, among the rocks at Cape Disappointment, had discovered a young eaglet which Ernest declared to be a Malabar or Indian eagle; he was much pleased with his discovery, and I recommended him to bring the bird up and try to train it to hunt as a falcon.
"Look here, though, boys," said I, "you are now collecting a good many pets, and I am not going to have your mother troubled with the care of them all; each must look after his own, and if I find one neglected, whether beast or bird, I set it at liberty. Mark that and remember it!"
"Listen up, guys," I said, "you're bringing home a lot of pets, and I don't want to burden your mom with taking care of all of them; everyone needs to take care of their own. If I see one being neglected, whether it's an animal or a bird, I’ll set it free. Keep that in mind!"
My wife looked greatly relieved at this announcement, and the boys promised to obey my directions. Before we retired for the night I prepared the buffalo meat I had brought. I lit a large fire of green wood, and in the smoke of this thoroughly dried both the tongue and steaks. We then properly secured all the animals, Jack took his little pet in his arms, and we lay down and were soon fast asleep.
My wife seemed really relieved by this news, and the boys agreed to follow my instructions. Before we went to bed, I cooked the buffalo meat I had brought. I started a big fire with green wood, and the smoke from it dried both the tongue and the steaks. We then secured all the animals, Jack picked up his little pet, and we lay down and quickly fell asleep.
At daybreak we were on foot, and began to prepare for a return to Falconhurst.
At sunrise, we were up and started getting ready to head back to Falconhurst.
"You are not going to despise my sago, I hope," said Ernest; "you have no idea what a trouble it was to cut it down, and I have been thinking too, that, if we could but split the tree, we might make a couple of long useful troughs, which might, I think, be made to carry water from Jackal River to Tentholm. Is my plan worth consideration?"
"You’re not going to look down on my sago, are you?" Ernest said. "You have no idea how much effort it took to cut it down, and I was also thinking that if we could split the tree, we could make a couple of long, useful troughs that might be able to carry water from Jackal River to Tentholm. Is my idea worth considering?"
"Indeed it is," I replied; "and at all events we must not abandon such a valuable prize as a sago palm. I would put off our departure for a day rather than leave it behind."
"Absolutely it is," I said; "and in any case, we can't leave behind such a valuable asset as a sago palm. I would delay our departure for a day rather than leave it."
We went to the palm, and with the tools we had with us attempted to split the trunk. We first sawed off the upper end, and then with an ax and saw managed to insert a wedge. This accomplished, our task was less difficult, for with a heavy mallet we forced the wedge in further and further, until at length the trunk was split in twain. From one half of the trunk we then removed the pith, disengaging it, with difficulty, from the tough wood fibers; at each end, however, I left a portion of the pith untouched, thus forming a trough in which to work the sago.
We went to the palm tree and with the tools we had, tried to split the trunk. We started by sawing off the top part, and then with an axe and saw, we managed to insert a wedge. Once we did that, our task became easier because we used a heavy mallet to drive the wedge in further and further until the trunk was finally split in half. From one half of the trunk, we then removed the pith, which was tough to get out of the wood fibers; however, I left a bit of the pith at each end untouched, creating a trough to work on the sago.
"Now, boys," said I, when we had removed the pith from the other half of the trunk, "off with your coats and turn up your shirt-sleeves; I am going to teach you to knead."
"Alright, guys," I said, after we had taken the pith out of the other half of the trunk, "take off your coats and roll up your shirt sleeves; I'm going to teach you how to knead."
They were all delighted, and even little Franz begged to be allowed to help. Ernest brought a couple of pitchers of water, and throwing it in amongst the pith, we set to work quite heartily. As the dough was formed and properly kneaded, I handed it to the mother, who spread it out on a cloth in the sun to dry. This new occupation kept us busy until the evening, and when it was at length completed we loaded the cart with the sago, a store of cocoanuts, and our other possessions, that we might be ready to start early on the following morning. As the sun rose above the horizon, we packed up our tent and set forth, a goodly caravan. I thought it unfair to the cow to make her drag such a load as we now had alone, and determined if possible to make the young buffalo take the place of our lost donkey: after some persuasion he consented, and soon put his strength to the work and brought the cart along famously. As we had the trough slung under the cart we had to choose the clearest possible route, avoiding anything like a thicket; we, therefore, could not pass directly by the candleberry and caoutchouc trees, and I sent Ernest and Jack aside to visit the store we had made on our outward journey.
They were all thrilled, and even little Franz asked to join in. Ernest brought a couple of pitchers of water, and tossing it in with the pith, we got to work with enthusiasm. As the dough came together and was properly kneaded, I handed it to Mom, who spread it out on a cloth in the sun to dry. This new task kept us busy until evening, and when we finally finished, we loaded the cart with the sago, a stash of coconuts, and our other belongings so we could be ready to leave early the next morning. When the sun rose above the horizon, we packed up our tent and set off, a nice little caravan. I thought it was unfair to make the cow pull such a heavy load all by herself, so I decided to get the young buffalo to take the place of our lost donkey: after some convincing, he agreed, and soon put his strength to work and brought the cart along nicely. Since we had the trough strapped under the cart, we had to pick the clearest route possible, avoiding any kind of thicket; so we couldn’t go directly by the candleberry and caoutchouc trees, and I sent Ernest and Jack off to check out the stash we had made on our way out.
They had not long been gone when I was alarmed by a most terrible noise, accompanied by the furious barking of the dogs and shouts from Jack and Ernest. Thinking that the boys had been attacked by some wild beasts, I ran to their assistance. A most ludicrous scene awaited me when I reached the spot. They were dancing and shouting round and round a grassy glade, and I as nearly as possible followed their example, for in the center, surrounded by a promising litter, lay our old sow, whose squeals, previously so alarming, were now subsiding into comfortable grunts of recognition. I did not join my boys in their triumphal dance, but I was nevertheless very much pleased at the sight of the flourishing family, and immediately returned to the cart to obtain biscuits and potatoes for the benefit of the happy mother. Jack and Ernest meanwhile pushed further on and brought back the sack of candleberries and the caoutchouc, and as we could not then take the sow with us, we left her alone with her family and proceeded to Falconhurst.
They hadn’t been gone long when I was startled by a terrible noise, along with the furious barking of the dogs and shouts from Jack and Ernest. Thinking that the boys were being attacked by wild animals, I rushed to help them. What I found when I got there was completely ridiculous. They were dancing and shouting around a grassy clearing, and I nearly joined in because in the center, surrounded by a promising mess, was our old sow. Her squeals, which had been so alarming before, were now fading into comfortable grunts of recognition. I didn’t join my boys in their celebration, but I was really happy to see the thriving family, so I quickly returned to the cart to grab biscuits and potatoes for the happy mother. Meanwhile, Jack and Ernest pushed ahead and came back with the sack of candleberries and the caoutchouc, and since we couldn’t take the sow with us, we left her alone with her family and headed to Falconhurst.
The animals were delighted to see us back again, and received us with manifestations of joy, but looked askance at the new pets. The eagle especially came in for shy glances, and promised to be no favorite. Fritz, however, determined that his pet should at present do no harm, secured him by the leg to a root of a fig tree and uncovered his eyes. In a moment the aspect of the bird was changed; with his sight returned all his savage instincts, he flapped his wings, raised his head, darted to the full length of his chain, and before any one could prevent him seized the unfortunate parrot, which stood near, and tore it to pieces. Fritz's anger rose at the sight, and he was about to put an end to the savage bird.
The animals were thrilled to see us back again and welcomed us with signs of joy, but they eyed the new pets warily. The eagle, in particular, received some cautious glances and wasn’t likely to be a favorite. However, Fritz decided that his pet should not cause any trouble for now, so he tied it by the leg to the root of a fig tree and uncovered its eyes. In no time, the bird's demeanor changed; once it could see, all its wild instincts returned. It flapped its wings, raised its head, and darted to the end of its chain. Before anyone could stop it, it grabbed the unfortunate parrot standing nearby and tore it to pieces. Fritz's anger flared at the sight, and he was ready to deal with the savage bird.
"Stop," said Ernest, "don't kill the poor creature, he is but following his natural instincts; give him to me, and I will tame him."
"Stop," said Ernest, "don't harm the poor animal; he's just following his natural instincts. Give him to me, and I'll train him."
Fritz hesitated. "No, no," he said, "I don't want really to kill the bird, but I can't give him up; tell me how to tame him, and you shall have Master Knips."
Fritz hesitated. "No, no," he said, "I don't really want to kill the bird, but I can't let him go; tell me how to tame him, and you'll get Master Knips."
"Very well," replied Ernest, "I will tell you my plan, and if it succeeds, I will accept Knips as a mark of your gratitude. Take a pipe and tobacco, and send the smoke all around his head, so that he must inhale it; by degrees he will become stupefied, and his savage nature from that moment subdued."
"Alright," said Ernest, "I'll share my plan with you, and if it works, I'll take Knips as a sign of your gratitude. Grab a pipe and some tobacco, and blow the smoke all around his head so he has to inhale it; gradually, he’ll get dazed, and from that point on, his wild side will be calmed."
Fritz was rather inclined to ridicule the plan, but, knowing that Ernest generally had a good reason for anything of the sort that he proposed, he consented to make the attempt. He soon seated himself beneath the bird, who still struggled furiously, and puffed cloud after cloud upward, and as each cloud circled round the eagle's head he became quieter and quieter, until he sat quite still, gazing stupidly at the young smoker.
Fritz was a bit skeptical about the plan, but knowing that Ernest usually had a solid reason for any ideas he proposed, he agreed to give it a shot. He soon sat down under the bird, which was still thrashing about wildly, puffing cloud after cloud into the air, and as each cloud swirled around the eagle's head, it calmed down more and more, until it was completely still, staring blankly at the young smoker.
"Capital!" cried Fritz, as he hooded the bird, "capital, Ernest; Knips is yours."
"Awesome!" cried Fritz, as he covered the bird, "awesome, Ernest; Knips is yours."
CHAPTER 8.
Support our young trees—A talk about grafting—A new idea introduced—Why shouldn't we build stairs inside the trunk of our tree?—Jack finds one problem—I've made a beehive, and we drive the bees away from the tree—Building stairs—New additions to our family of pets—Training the "pets"—Making shoes—We bring water from the stream to Falconhurst—A strange animal comes near—Our old donkey and his friend—The onager caught—Stocking our winter supplies—Catching ruffed grouse—We find flax—The rainy season.
Next morning the boys and I started with the cart, laden with our bundles of bamboos, to attend to the avenue of fruit trees. The buffalo we left behind, for his services were not needed, and I wished the wound in his nostrils to become completely cicatrized before I again put him to work. We were not a moment too soon; many of the young trees, which before threatened to fall, had now fulfilled their promise, and were lying prostrate on the ground, others were bent, some few only remained erect. We raised the trees, and digging deeply at their roots, drove in stout bamboo props, to which we lashed them firmly with strong broad fibers.
The next morning, the boys and I set out with the cart, loaded with our bundles of bamboo, to take care of the fruit tree avenue. We left the buffalo behind since we didn’t need him, and I wanted the wound in his nostrils to heal completely before putting him back to work. We weren’t a moment too soon; many of the young trees that had been on the verge of falling had now fulfilled that promise and were lying flat on the ground. Others were bent, with only a few still standing upright. We lifted the trees, and after digging deep at their roots, we drove in sturdy bamboo supports and secured them tightly with strong, broad fibers.
"Papa," said Franz, as we were thus engaged, and he handed me the fibers as I required them, "are these wild or tame trees?"
"Hey, Dad," Franz said while we were working, handing me the fibers I needed, "are these trees wild or cultivated?"
"Oh, these are wild trees, most ferocious trees," laughed Jack, "and we are tying them up lest they should run away, and in a little while we will untie them and they will trot about after us and give us fruit wherever we go. Oh, we will tame them; they shall have a ring through their noses like the buffalo!"
"Oh, these are crazy trees, really fierce ones," laughed Jack, "and we're tying them up so they don't escape, and soon we'll let them loose and they'll follow us around, giving us fruit wherever we go. Oh, we'll tame them; they'll have rings through their noses just like the buffalo!"
"That's not true," replied Franz gravely, "but there are wild and tame trees, the wild ones grow out in the woods like the crab-apples, and the tame ones in the garden like the pears and peaches at home. Which are these, papa?"
"That's not true," replied Franz seriously, "but there are wild and tame trees. The wild ones grow in the woods like crab-apples, and the tame ones in the garden like the pears and peaches at home. Which ones are these, dad?"
"They are not wild," I replied, "but grafted or cultivated, or, as you call them, tame trees. No European tree bears good fruit until it is grafted!" I saw a puzzled look come over the little boy's face as he heard this new word, and I hastened to explain it. "Grafting," I continued, "is the process of inserting a slip or twig of a tree into what is called an eye; that is, a knot or hole in the branch of another. This twig or slip then grows and produces, not such fruit as the original stock would have borne, but such as the tree from which it was taken would have produced. Thus, if we have a sour crab tree, and an apple tree bearing fine ribston pippins, we would take a slip of the latter, insert it in an eye of the former, and in a year or two the branch which would then grow would be laden with good apples."
"They're not wild," I replied, "but grafted or cultivated, or, as you call them, tame trees. No European tree produces good fruit until it's grafted!" I noticed a puzzled look on the little boy's face when he heard this new word, so I quickly explained. "Grafting," I continued, "is the process of inserting a slip or twig of one tree into something called an eye; that's a knot or hole in the branch of another. This slip or twig then grows and produces, not the kind of fruit the original tree would have borne, but the kind that the tree it came from would have produced. So, if we have a sour crab apple tree and an apple tree that produces great ribston pippins, we would take a slip from the ribston pippin tree, insert it into an eye of the crab apple tree, and in a year or two, the branch that grows there would be loaded with delicious apples."
"But," asked Ernest, "where did the slips of good fruit trees come from, if none grow without grafting?"
"But," asked Ernest, "where did the cuttings of good fruit trees come from if none grow without grafting?"
"From foreign countries," I replied. "It is only in the cold climate of our part of the world that they require this grafting; in many parts of the world, in more southern latitudes than ours, the most luscious fruit trees are indigenous to the soil, and flourish and bear sweet, wholesome fruit, without the slightest care or attention being bestowed upon them; while in England and Germany, and even in France, these same trees require the utmost exertion of horticultural skill to make them bring forth any fruit whatever. Thus, when the Romans invaded England they found there nothing in the way of fruit trees but the crab-apple, nut bushes, and bramble bushes, but by grafting on these, fine apples, filberts, and raspberries were produced, and it was the same in our own dear Switzerland—all our fruit trees were imported."
"From foreign countries," I replied. "It's only in the cold climate of our region that they need this grafting; in many warmer parts of the world, the most delicious fruit trees grow naturally and thrive, producing sweet, healthy fruit without any care or attention. However, in England, Germany, and even France, these same trees require a lot of horticultural skill to bear any fruit at all. So, when the Romans invaded England, they only found crab-apples, nut bushes, and bramble bushes, but by grafting onto these, they were able to produce fine apples, filberts, and raspberries. The same was true in our beloved Switzerland—all our fruit trees were imported."
"Were cherries, father? May we not even call cherries Swiss? I always thought they grew nowhere else."
"Were those cherries, Dad? Can't we even call them Swiss cherries? I always thought they only grew in Switzerland."
"I am afraid we cannot even claim cherries as our own, not even the name of them; they are called cherries from Cerasus, a state of Pontus, in Asia, whence they were brought to Europe by Lucullus, a Roman general, about seventy years before Christ. Hazelnuts also came from Pontus; walnuts, again, came originally from Persia. As for grapes, they are of the greatest antiquity. We hear, if you remember, of Noah cultivating vines, and they have been brought from one place to another until they now are to be found in most parts of the civilized world."
"I'm afraid we can't even claim cherries as our own, not even the name. They're called cherries from Cerasus, a region in Pontus, Asia, from where they were brought to Europe by Lucullus, a Roman general, about seventy years before Christ. Hazelnuts also originated from Pontus, and walnuts originally came from Persia. As for grapes, they have a long history. We hear, if you remember, about Noah cultivating vines, and they have been moved from place to place until now they can be found in most parts of the civilized world."
"Do you think all these trees will grow?" asked Fritz, as we crossed Jackal River and entered our plantation at Tentholm: "here are lemons, pomegranates, pistachio nuts, and mulberries."
"Do you think all these trees will grow?" asked Fritz as we crossed Jackal River and entered our plantation at Tentholm. "Here we have lemons, pomegranates, pistachio nuts, and mulberries."
"I have little doubt of it," I replied, "we are evidently within the tropics, where such trees as these are sure to flourish. These pines, now, come from France, Spain, and Italy; the olives from Armenia and Palestine; the figs originally from the island of Chios; the peaches and apricots from Persia; plums from Damascus in Syria, and the pears of all sorts from Greece. However, if our countries have not been blessed in the same way with fruit, we have been given wisdom and skill, which has enabled us to import and cultivate the trees of other lands."
"I have no doubt about it," I replied, "we are clearly in the tropics, where trees like these thrive. These pines come from France, Spain, and Italy; the olives are from Armenia and Palestine; the figs originally came from the island of Chios; the peaches and apricots are from Persia; the plums are from Damascus in Syria, and the pears of all kinds are from Greece. However, while our countries may not have been as fortunate with fruit, we have been gifted with wisdom and skill, allowing us to import and cultivate trees from other places."
We thus talked and worked until every tree that required treatment was provided with a stout bamboo prop, and then, with appetites which a gourmand might well have envied, we returned to Falconhurst. I think the good mother was almost alarmed at the way we fell upon the corned beef and palm-cabbage she set before us, but at length these good things produced the desired effect, and one after another declared himself satisfied. As we sat reclining after our labor and digesting our dinner, we discussed the various projects we had in contemplation. "I wish," said my wife, "that you would invent some other plan for climbing to the nest above us; I think that the nest itself is perfect—I really wish for nothing better, but I should like to be able to get to it without scaling that dreadful ladder every time; could you not make a flight of steps to reach it?"
We talked and worked until every tree that needed care was given a sturdy bamboo support, and then, with appetites that even a food critic would envy, we headed back to Falconhurst. I think the good mother was almost shocked by how we devoured the corned beef and palm cabbage she set in front of us, but eventually, these delicious dishes did the trick, and one by one we declared ourselves satisfied. As we relaxed after our hard work and digested our meal, we talked about the different plans we had in mind. "I wish," said my wife, "that you would come up with a different way to reach the nest above us; I think that the nest itself is perfect—I really want nothing more, but I would like to be able to reach it without climbing that awful ladder every time; could you build a flight of steps to get to it?"
I carefully thought over the project, and turned over every plan for its accomplishment.
I thoughtfully considered the project and reviewed every plan for how to get it done.
"It would be impossible, I am afraid," said I, "to make stairs outside, but within the trunk it might be done. More than once have I thought that this trunk might be hollow, or partly so, and if such be the case our task would be comparatively easy. Did you not tell me the other day that you noticed bees coming from a hole in the tree?"
"It would be impossible, I’m afraid," I said, "to build stairs outside, but we could probably do it inside the trunk. I've thought more than once that this trunk might be hollow, or at least partly so, and if that's true, our task would be fairly easy. Didn’t you mention the other day that you saw bees coming out of a hole in the tree?"
"Oh, yes," said little Franz, "and I went to look at them and one flew right against my face and stung me, and I almost cried, but I didn't."
"Oh, yes," said little Franz, "and I went to look at them and one flew right into my face and stung me, and I almost cried, but I didn’t."
"Brave little boy," said I. "Well, now, if the trunk be sufficiently hollow to contain a swarm of bees, it may be, for all we can tell, hollow the greater part of its length, for like the willow in our own country it might draw all its nourishment through the bark, and in spite of its real unsoundness retain a flourishing appearance."
"Brave little boy," I said. "Well, now, if the trunk is hollow enough to hold a swarm of bees, it could very well be hollow for most of its length. Just like the willow trees back home, it might absorb all its nutrients through the bark and, despite being actually unsound, still look healthy and thriving."
Master Jack, practical as usual, instantly sprang to his feet to put my conjecture to the proof. The rest followed his example, and they were all soon climbing about like squirrels, peeping into the hole, and tapping the wood to discover by sound how far down the cavity extended.
Master Jack, being practical as always, immediately jumped up to test my theory. The others quickly followed his lead, and soon they were all climbing around like squirrels, looking into the hole and tapping the wood to hear how deep the cavity went.
They forgot, in their eagerness, who were the tenants of this interesting trunk. They were soon reminded of it, however, for the bees, disturbed by this unusual noise, with an angry buzz burst out, and in an instant attacked the causers of the annoyance; they swarmed round them, stung them on the hands, face, and neck, settled in their hair, and pursued them as they ran to me for assistance. It was with difficulty that we got rid of the angry insects and were able to attend to the boys. Jack, who had been the first to reach the hole, had fared the worst, and was soon a most pitiable sight, his face swelled to an extraordinary degree, and it was only by the constant application of cold earth that the pain was alleviated. They were all eager to commence an organized attack upon the bees at once, but for an hour or more, by reason of their pain, they were unable to render me much assistance. In the meanwhile I made my arrangements. I first took a large calabash gourd, for I intended to make a beehive, that, when we had driven the insects from their present abode, we might not lose them entirely. The lower half of the gourd I flattened, I then cut an arched opening in the front for a doorway, made a straw roof as a protection from the rain and heat, and the little house was complete.
They forgot, in their excitement, who the inhabitants of this interesting trunk were. They were quickly reminded, though, when the bees, disturbed by the unusual noise, buzzed angrily and attacked the source of the annoyance. They swarmed around, stinging hands, face, and neck, settling in their hair and chasing them as they ran to me for help. We struggled to get rid of the angry insects so we could tend to the boys. Jack, who had been the first to reach the hole, was in the worst shape, his face swelling to an extraordinary degree, and it was only with constant applications of cold earth that his pain was eased. They all wanted to launch an organized attack on the bees right away, but due to their pain, they couldn't help me much for over an hour. In the meantime, I made my plans. I first grabbed a large calabash gourd because I wanted to make a beehive so we wouldn't lose the bees entirely after driving them from their home. I flattened the bottom half of the gourd, cut an arched opening in the front for a doorway, made a straw roof for protection from the rain and heat, and the little house was complete.
Nothing more, however, could then be done, for the irritated bees were still angrily buzzing round the tree. I waited till dark, and then, when all the bees had again returned to their trunk, with Fritz's assistance I carefully stopped up every hole in the tree with wet clay, that the bees might not issue forth next morning before we could begin operations. Very early were we up and at work. I first took a hollow cane, and inserted one end through the clay into the tree; down this tube with pipe and tobacco I smoked most furiously.
Nothing else could be done, though, because the agitated bees were still buzzing angrily around the tree. I waited until it was dark, and then, when all the bees had returned to their hive, with Fritz's help, I carefully sealed every hole in the tree with wet clay so the bees wouldn’t come out the next morning before we could start our work. We got up early and got to work. First, I took a hollow cane and pushed one end through the clay into the tree; through this tube, using a pipe and tobacco, I smoked like crazy.
The humming and buzzing that went on within was tremendous; the bees evidently could not understand what was going to happen. I finished my first pipeful, and putting my thumb over the end of the cane, I gave the pipe to Fritz to refill. He did so and I again smoked. The buzzing was now becoming less noisy, and was subsiding into a mere murmur. By the time I had finished this second pipe all was still; the bees were stupefied.
The humming and buzzing that filled the space was intense; the bees clearly had no idea what was about to happen. I finished my first bowl, and with my thumb over the end of the pipe, I handed it to Fritz to refill. He did, and I smoked again. The buzzing was now quieter, slowly fading into a soft hum. By the time I finished this second bowl, everything was silent; the bees were dazed.
"Now then, Fritz," said I, "quick, with a hammer and chisel, and stand here beside me."
"Okay, Fritz," I said, "hurry up with a hammer and chisel, and stand here next to me."
He was up in a moment, and, together, we cut a small door by the side of the hole; this door, however, we did not take out, but we left it attached by one corner that it might be removed at a moment's notice; then giving the bees a final dose of tobacco smoke, we opened it.
He got up right away, and together we made a small door next to the hole; however, we didn't take it out completely but left it hanging by one corner so it could be removed at a moment's notice. After giving the bees one last puff of tobacco smoke, we opened it.
The bees were now safely removed from the trunk, but I could not tell whether, when they revived from their temporary stupor, they might not refuse to occupy the house with which I had presented them, and insist on returning to their old quarters. To prevent the possibility of this occurrence, I took a quantity of tobacco, and placing it upon a board nailed horizontally within the trunk, I lighted it and allowed it to burn slowly, that the fumes might fill the cavity. It was well I did so, for, as the bees returned to consciousness, they left their pretty hive and buzzed away to the trunk of the tree. They seemed astonished at finding this uninhabitable, and an immense deal of noisy humming ensued. Round and round they flew, backward and forward between the gourd and tree, now settling here and now there, until, at length, after due consideration, they took possession of the hive and abandoned their former habitation to us, the invaders of their territory. By the evening they were quite quiet, and we ventured to open the cask in which we had stored our plunder. We first separated the honey from the honeycomb and poured it off into jars and pots; the rest we then took and threw into a vessel of water placed over a slow fire. It soon boiled and the entire mass became fluid. This we placed in a clean canvas bag, and subjected to a heavy pressure. The honey was thus soon forced out, and we stored it in a cask, and, though not perhaps quite equal to the former batch in quality, it was yet capital. The wax that remained in the bag I also carefully stored, for I knew it would be of great use to me in the manufacture of candles. Then after a hard day's work we turned in.
The bees were now safely taken out of the trunk, but I couldn't tell whether, when they woke up from their brief daze, they might not want to move back to their old home instead of staying in the house I'd given them. To prevent that from happening, I took some tobacco, placed it on a board I had nailed horizontally inside the trunk, lit it, and let it burn slowly so that the smoke could fill the space. It was a good thing I did, because as the bees came to, they left their nice hive and flew back to the tree trunk. They seemed confused to find it empty, and there was a lot of noisy buzzing. They flew around in circles, back and forth between the gourd and the tree, landing here and there, until finally, after some thought, they settled into the hive and left their old home to us, the newcomers in their territory. By evening, they were pretty calm, and we decided to open the cask where we had stored our haul. We first separated the honey from the honeycomb, pouring it into jars and pots; then we took the rest and threw it into a pot of water over a slow fire. It quickly boiled, turning everything into a liquid. We poured this mixture into a clean canvas bag and pressed it down hard. The honey was soon pushed out, and we stored it in a cask, which, while perhaps not as good as the previous batch, was still great. I also carefully saved the wax left in the bag, knowing it would be useful for making candles. After a long day’s work, we turned in for the night.
The internal architecture of the tree had now to be attended to, and early the following morning we prepared for the laborious task. A door had first to be made, so at the base of the trunk we cut away the bark and formed an opening just the size of the door we had brought from the captain's cabin, and which, hinges and all, was ready to be hung. The clearing of the rotten wood from the center of the trunk occupied us some time, but at length we had the satisfaction of seeing it entirely accomplished, and, as we stood below, we could look up the trunk, which was like a great smooth funnel, and see the sky above. It was now ready for the staircase, and first we erected in the center a stout sapling to form an axis round which to build the spiral stairs; in this we cut notches to receive the steps, and corresponding notches in the tree itself to support the outer ends. The steps themselves we formed carefully and neatly of planks from the wreck, and clenched them firmly in their places with stout nails. Upward and upward we built, cutting windows in the trunk as we required, to admit light and air, until we were flush with the top of the center pole. On this pole we erected another to reach the top of the tree, and securing it firmly, built in the same way round it until we at length reached the level of the floor of the nest above. To make the ascent of the stairs perfectly easy we ran a hand-rail on either side, one round the center pillar, and the other following the curve of the trunk.
The structure inside the tree needed attention, so the next morning we got ready for the challenging task. First, we had to make a door, so at the base of the trunk, we cut away the bark and created an opening just the size of the door we had brought from the captain's cabin, complete with hinges, ready to be hung. Clearing out the rotten wood from the center of the trunk took us some time, but eventually, we were satisfied to see it completely done. Standing underneath, we could look up the trunk, which resembled a large smooth funnel, and see the sky above. It was now ready for the staircase, so we first set up a sturdy sapling in the center as an axis to build the spiral stairs around. We cut notches in it to hold the steps and made corresponding notches in the tree itself to support the outer ends. We carefully crafted the steps from planks of the wreck, securely fastening them in place with strong nails. We built upward, cutting windows in the trunk as needed for light and air, until we reached the top of the center pole. On this pole, we added another that went to the top of the tree, securing it firmly and building around it in the same way until we reached the floor level of the nest above. To make it easy to climb the stairs, we installed a handrail on each side, one around the center pole and the other following the curve of the trunk.
This task occupied us a whole month, and by the end of that period, so accustomed had we become to having a definite piece of work before us that we began to consider what other great alteration we should undertake. We were, however, of course not neglecting the details of our colonial establishment. There were all the animals to be attended to; the goats and sheep had both presented us with additions to our flock, and these frisky youngsters had to be seen after; to prevent them straying to any great distance—for we had no wish to lose them—we tied round their necks little bells, which we had found on board the wreck, and which would assist us to track them. Juno, too, had a fine litter of puppies, but, in spite of the entreaties of the children, I could not consent to keep more than two, and the rest disappeared in that mysterious way in which puppies and kittens are wont to leave the earth. To console the mother, as he said, but also, I suspect, to save himself considerable trouble, Jack placed his little jackal beside the remaining puppies, and, to his joy, found it readily adopted. The other pets were also flourishing, and were being usefully trained. The buffalo, after giving us much trouble, had now become perfectly domesticated, and was a very useful beast of burden, besides being a capital steed for the boys. They guided him by a bar thrust through the hole in his nose, which was now perfectly healed, and this served the purpose just as a bit in the mouth of a horse. I began his education by securing round him a broad girth of buffalo hide and fastening to it various articles, to accustom him to carrying a burden. By degrees he permitted this to be done without making the slightest resistance, and soon carried the paniers, before borne by the ass, readily and willingly.
This task took us a whole month, and by the end of that time, we had become so used to having a specific job to focus on that we started thinking about what other big change we should tackle. However, we were definitely not ignoring the details of our colonial setup. We had all the animals to take care of; the goats and sheep had both given us some new additions to our flock, and we had to keep an eye on these playful youngsters to stop them from wandering too far—losing them was not an option. We tied little bells around their necks, which we had found on the wreck, to help us track them. Juno also had a nice litter of puppies, but despite the kids' pleas, I couldn’t agree to keep more than two, and the rest disappeared in the usual mysterious way puppies and kittens tend to vanish. To comfort the mother, as he said, but also, I suspect, to avoid extra hassle, Jack put his little jackal next to the remaining puppies, and, to his delight, it was quickly accepted. The other pets were thriving as well and were being trained effectively. The buffalo, after giving us a lot of trouble, had now become completely domesticated and was a very useful pack animal, in addition to being a great ride for the boys. They guided him with a bar through the hole in his nose, which had healed perfectly, serving the same purpose as a bit in a horse’s mouth. I started his training by putting a wide belt made of buffalo hide around him and attaching various items to it to get him used to carrying weight. Gradually, he allowed this without any fuss and soon carried the paniers that the donkey used to carry, easily and willingly.
I then made Master Knips sit upon his back and hold the reins I had prepared for him, that the animal might become accustomed to the feeling of a rider, and finally allowed Fritz himself to mount. The education of the eagle was not neglected. Fritz every day shot small birds for his food, and these he placed, sometimes between the wide-spreading horns of the buffalo or goat, and, sometimes upon the back of the great bustard, that he might become accustomed to pounce upon living prey. These lessons had their due effect, and the bird, having been taught to obey the voice and whistle of his master, he was soon allowed to bring down small birds upon the wing, when he stooped and struck his quarry in most sportsmanlike manner. We kept him well away from the poultry yard, lest his natural instincts should show themselves and he should put an untimely end to some of our feathered pets.
I had Master Knips sit on the animal's back and hold the reins I prepared for him so that the animal could get used to the feeling of a rider. Eventually, I let Fritz mount it himself. We didn't neglect the eagle's training. Every day, Fritz shot small birds for its food, placing them sometimes between the wide-spreading horns of the buffalo or goat, and other times on the back of the great bustard so the eagle could get used to swooping down on living prey. These lessons worked well, and since the bird learned to respond to his master's voice and whistle, he was soon able to catch small birds in mid-flight, striking his target in a very skilled manner. We kept him away from the poultry yard to prevent his natural instincts from kicking in and causing him to prematurely end the lives of some of our feathered pets.
Neither was Master Knips allowed to remain idle, for Ernest, now that he was in his possession, wished to train him to be of some use. With Jack's help he made a little basket of rushes, which he so arranged with straps that it might be easily fitted on to the monkey's back. Thus equipped, he was taught to mount cocoanut palms and other lofty trees, and to bring down their fruit in the hamper.
Master Knips wasn't allowed to sit around doing nothing, since Ernest, now that he had him, wanted to train him to be useful. With Jack's help, he made a small basket out of rushes, which he arranged with straps so it could easily fit on the monkey's back. Equipped like this, Knips was taught to climb coconut palms and other tall trees to bring down their fruit in the basket.
Jack was not so successful in his educational attempts. Fangs, as he had christened his jackal, used his fangs, indeed, but only on his own account; nothing could persuade him that the animals he caught were not at once to be devoured, consequently poor Jack was never able to save from his jaws anything but the tattered skin of his prey. Not disheartened, however, he determined that Fangs could be trained, and that he would train him.
Jack wasn't very successful in his attempts at education. Fangs, as he named his jackal, definitely used his fangs, but only for his own benefit; nothing could convince him that the animals he caught shouldn't be immediately eaten. As a result, poor Jack could save nothing from Fangs except for the ragged skin of his prey. Undeterred, he decided that Fangs could be trained, and that he would train him.
These, and such like employment, afforded us the rest and recreation we required while engaged in the laborious task of staircase building.
These activities and similar ones gave us the rest and relaxation we needed while we worked on the demanding job of building the staircase.
Among minor occupations, I applied myself to the improvement of our candles. Though the former batch had greatly delighted us at first, yet we were soon obliged to acknowledge that the light they gave was imperfect, and their appearance was unsightly; my wife, too, begged me to find some substitute for the threads of our cotton neckties, which I had previously used as wicks. To give the proper shape and smoothness to the candles, I determined to use the bamboo molds I had prepared. My first idea was to pour the wax in at the end of the mold, and then when the candles were cooled to slip them out; but I was soon convinced that this plan would not succeed. I therefore determined to divide the molds length-ways, and then having greased them well, we might pour the melted wax into the two halves bound tightly together, and so be able to take out the candles when cool without injuring them. The wicks were my next difficulty, and as the mother positively refused to allow us to devote our ties and handkerchiefs for the purpose, I took a piece of inflammable wood from a tree, a native of the Antilles, which I thought would serve our purpose; this I cut into long slips, and fixed in the centers of the molds. My wife, too, prepared some wicks from the fibers of the karata tree, which she declared would beat mine completely out of the field. We put them to the proof.
Among minor tasks, I focused on improving our candles. Although the last batch thrilled us at first, we soon had to admit that the light they produced was lacking and their appearance was unattractive. My wife also urged me to find a replacement for the cotton necktie threads I had been using as wicks. To achieve the right shape and smoothness for the candles, I decided to use the bamboo molds I had made. My initial idea was to pour the wax in from one end of the mold and then slip the candles out once they cooled, but I quickly realized that wouldn’t work. So, I decided to cut the molds lengthwise; after greasing them well, we could pour the melted wax into the tightly bound halves and then remove the candles without damaging them once they were cool. The next challenge was the wicks, and since my wife firmly refused to let us use our ties and handkerchiefs for that purpose, I took a piece of flammable wood from a tree native to the Antilles, which I believed would work. I cut it into long strips and placed them in the centers of the molds. My wife also made some wicks from the fibers of the karata tree, claiming they would outperform mine. We decided to test them.
On a large fire we placed a pot, in which we prepared our wax mixture—half beeswax and half wax from the candleberries. The molds, carefully prepared—half with karata fiber, and half with wooden splint wicks—stood on their ends in a tub of cold water, ready to receive the wax. They were filled; the wax cooled; the candles taken out and subjected to the criticism of all hands. When night drew on, they were formally tested. The decision was unanimous: neither gave such a good light as those with the cotton wicks; but even my wife declared that the light from mine was far preferable to that emitted by hers, for the former, though rather flaring, burned brilliantly, while the latter gave out such a feeble and flickering flame that it was almost useless.
On a big fire, we put a pot where we mixed our wax—half beeswax and half wax from candleberries. The molds, carefully set up—half with karata fiber and half with wooden splint wicks—stood upright in a tub of cold water, ready to hold the wax. They were filled; the wax cooled; the candles were taken out and judged by everyone. When night came, they were officially tested. The verdict was unanimous: neither provided as good a light as those with cotton wicks; but even my wife admitted that the light from mine was much better than hers, because while mine burned brightly, albeit a bit unsteadily, hers produced such a weak and flickering flame that it was nearly useless.
I then turned shoemaker, for I had promised myself a pair of waterproof boots, and now I determined to make them.
I then became a shoemaker because I had promised myself a pair of waterproof boots, and now I was set on making them.
Taking a pair of socks, I filled them with sand and then coated them over with a thin layer of clay to form a convenient mold; this was soon hardened in the sun, and was ready for use. Layer after layer of caoutchouc I brushed over it, allowing each layer to dry before the next was put on, until at length I considered that the shoes were of sufficient thickness. I dried them, broke out the clay, secured with nails a strip of buffalo hide to the soles, brushed that over with caoutchouc, and I had a pair of comfortable, durable, respectable-looking waterproof boots.
I took a pair of socks, filled them with sand, and then covered them with a thin layer of clay to make a convenient mold; this hardened quickly in the sun and was ready to use. I brushed layer after layer of rubber over it, letting each layer dry before adding the next, until I thought the shoes were thick enough. I dried them, removed the clay, attached a strip of buffalo hide to the soles with nails, brushed that with rubber, and I ended up with a pair of comfortable, durable, good-looking waterproof boots.
I was delighted; orders poured in from all sides, and soon every one in the family was likewise provided for.
I was thrilled; orders came in from everywhere, and soon everyone in the family was taken care of too.
One objection to Falconhurst was the absence of any spring close by, so that the boys were obliged to bring water daily from the stream; and this involving no little trouble, it was proposed that we should carry the water by pipes from the stream to our present residence. A dam had to be thrown across the river some way up stream, that the water might be raised to a sufficient height to run to Falconhurst. From the reservoir thus made we led the water down by pipes into the turtle's shell, which we placed near our dwelling, and from which the superfluous water flowed off through the hole made in it by Fritz's harpoon. This was an immense convenience, and we formally inaugurated the trough by washing therein a whole sack of potatoes. Thus day after day brought its own work, and day after day saw that work completed. We had no time to be idle, or to lament our separation from our fellow creatures.
One complaint about Falconhurst was that there was no spring nearby, so the boys had to carry water from the stream every day. This was quite a hassle, so it was suggested that we should run pipes from the stream to our current home. We needed to build a dam across the river further upstream to raise the water high enough to flow to Falconhurst. From the reservoir we created, we directed the water through pipes into a turtle shell we placed close to our house, and any excess water drained out through a hole Fritz had made with his harpoon. This made things much easier for us, and we officially kicked off the trough by washing an entire sack of potatoes in it. Each day brought its own tasks, and each day we managed to finish them. We had no time to be lazy or to mourn our separation from others.
One morning, as we were completing our spiral staircase, and giving it such finish as we were capable of, we were suddenly alarmed by hearing a most terrific noise, the roaring or bellowing of a wild beast; so strange a sound was it, that I could not imagine by what animal it was uttered.
One morning, as we were finishing our spiral staircase and giving it the best touch we could, we were suddenly startled by a loud noise, the roar or bellow of a wild animal. It was such a strange sound that I couldn't figure out what kind of animal was making it.
Jack thought it perhaps a lion, Fritz hazarded a gorilla, while Ernest gave it as his opinion, and I thought it possible that he was right, that it was a hyena.
Jack thought it might be a lion, Fritz guessed it was a gorilla, while Ernest shared his opinion, and I thought he could be right, that it was a hyena.
"Whatever it is," said I, "we must prepare to receive it; up with you all to the nest while I secure the door."
"Whatever it is," I said, "we need to get ready for it; everyone, get up to the nest while I lock the door."
Then arming the dogs with their collars, I sent them out to protect the animals below, closed the door, and joined my family. Every gun was loaded, every eye was upon the watch. The sound drew nearer, and then all was still; nothing was to be seen. I determined to descend and reconnoiter, and Fritz and I carefully crept down; with our guns at full cock we glided among the trees; noiselessly and quickly we pushed on further and further; suddenly, close by, we heard the terrific sound again. Fritz raised his gun, but almost as quickly again dropped it, and burst into a hearty fit of laughter. There was no mistaking those dulcet tones—he-haw, he-haw, he-haw—resounded through the forest, and our ass, braying his approach right merrily, appeared in sight. To our surprise, however, our friend was not alone: behind him trotted another animal, an ass no doubt, but slim and graceful as a horse. We watched their movements anxiously.
Then I put the dogs in their collars and sent them out to watch over the animals below, closed the door, and joined my family. Every gun was loaded, every eye was on alert. The sound came closer, and then everything went quiet; nothing was in sight. I decided to go down and check it out, so Fritz and I carefully crept down; with our guns at the ready, we moved silently among the trees; quickly and quietly we pushed further and further on; suddenly, nearby, we heard that terrifying sound again. Fritz raised his gun, but almost immediately dropped it and burst into a hearty fit of laughter. There was no mistaking those sweet sounds—he-haw, he-haw, he-haw—echoed through the forest, and our donkey, happily announcing his arrival, came into view. To our surprise, however, our friend wasn’t alone: trailing behind him was another animal, definitely a donkey, but slim and graceful like a horse. We watched their movements nervously.
"Fritz," I whispered, "that is an onager. Creep back to Falconhurst and bring me a piece of cord—quietly now!"
"Fritz," I whispered, "that's an onager. Sneak back to Falconhurst and grab me a piece of string—quietly now!"
While he was gone, I cut a bamboo and split it half-way down to form a pair of pincers, which I knew would be of use to me should I get near the animal. Fritz soon returned with the cord, and I was glad to observe also brought some oats and salt. We made one end of the cord fast to a tree, and at the other end made a running noose. Silently we watched the animals as they approached, quietly browsing; Fritz then arose, holding in one hand the noose and in the other some oats and salt. The ass, seeing his favorite food thus held out, advanced to take it; Fritz allowed him to do so, and he was soon munching contentedly. The stranger, on seeing Fritz, started back; but finding her companion show no signs of alarm, was reassured, and soon approached sniffing, and was about to take some of the tempting food. In a moment the noose left Fritz's adroit hand and fell round her neck; with a single bound she sprang backward the full length of the cord, the noose drew tight, and she fell to the earth half strangled. I at once ran up, loosened the rope, and replaced it by a halter; and placing the pincers upon her nose, secured her by two cords fastened between two trees, and then left her to recover herself.
While he was away, I cut a bamboo and split it halfway down to make a pair of pincers, which I knew would be useful if I got close to the animal. Fritz soon returned with the cord, and I was happy to see he also brought some oats and salt. We tied one end of the cord to a tree and made a running noose at the other end. Silently, we watched the animals as they approached, quietly eating. Fritz then stood up, holding the noose in one hand and some oats and salt in the other. The donkey, noticing his favorite food, came over to grab it; Fritz let him take it, and soon he was munching happily. The other animal, seeing Fritz, initially jumped back but, seeing her companion calm, was reassured and came over to sniff the food. In an instant, the noose slipped from Fritz's skilled hand and went around her neck; with a powerful leap, she tried to spring back the full length of the cord, causing the noose to tighten, and she fell to the ground half-choked. I quickly ran over, loosened the rope, and replaced it with a halter; then I put the pincers on her nose, secured her with two cords tied between two trees, and left her to recover.
Every one hastened up to examine the beautiful animal as she rose to the ground and cast fiery glances around. She lashed out with her heels on every side; and, giving vent to angry snorts, struggled violently to get free. All her endeavors were vain: the cords were stout, and after a while she quieted down and stood exhausted and quivering. I then approached: she suffered me to lead her to the roots of our tree, which for the present formed our stables, and there I tied her up close to the donkey, who was likewise prevented from playing truant.
Everyone rushed over to check out the stunning animal as she got up and shot fiery looks around. She kicked out in all directions and, letting out frustrated snorts, struggled hard to break free. All her attempts were pointless: the ropes were strong, and after a while, she settled down, exhausted and trembling. I then approached her; she allowed me to lead her to the roots of our tree, which for now served as our stables, and there I tied her up close to the donkey, who was also kept from wandering off.
Next morning I found the onager after her night's rest as wild as ever, and as I looked at the handsome creature I almost despaired of ever taming her proud spirit. Every expedient was tried, and at length, when the animal was subdued by hunger, I thought I might venture to mount her; and having given her the strongest curb and shackled her feet I attempted to do so. She was as unruly as ever, and as a last expedient I resolved to adopt a plan which, though cruel, was I knew attended with wonderful success by the American Indians, by whom it is practiced. Watching a favorable opportunity, I sprang upon the onager's back, and seizing her long ear in my teeth, in spite of her kicking and plunging, bit it through. The result was marvelous, the animal ceased plunging, and, quivering violently, stood stock still. From that moment we were her masters, the children mounted her one after the other, and she carried them obediently and quietly. Proud, indeed, did I feel as I watched this animal, which naturalists and travelers have declared to be beyond the power of man to tame, guided hither and thither by my youngest son.
The next morning, I found the onager after her night's rest just as wild as ever. Looking at the beautiful creature, I nearly lost hope in taming her proud spirit. I tried every method, and eventually, when the animal was brought low by hunger, I thought it would be safe to try and ride her. After putting on a strong curb and shackling her feet, I attempted to mount her. She was still as unruly as ever, and as a last resort, I decided to use a method that, although cruel, I knew had been effective for the American Indians who practice it. Waiting for the right moment, I jumped on her back and, while she kicked and struggled, bit down on her long ear. Surprisingly, the result was incredible; she stopped thrashing and, trembling violently, stood completely still. From that moment on, we had control over her—my kids took turns riding her, and she carried them obediently and quietly. I felt such pride watching this animal, deemed untamable by naturalists and travelers, being guided here and there by my youngest son.
Additions to our poultry yard reminded me of the necessity of providing some substantial shelter for our animals before the rainy season came on; three broods of chickens had been successfully hatched, and the little creatures, forty in all, were my wife's pride and delight. We began by making a roof over the vaulted roots of our tree, forming the framework of bamboo canes, which we laid close together and bound tightly down; others we fixed below as supports. The interstices were filled up with clay and moss; and coating the whole over with a mixture of tar and lime-water, we obtained a firm balcony, and a capital roof impervious to the severest fall of rain. I ran a light rail round the balcony to give it a more ornamental appearance, and below divided the building into several compartments. Stables, poultry yard, hay and provision lofts, dairy, kitchen, larder, and dining-hall were united under one roof.
Additions to our poultry yard reminded me that we needed to build some solid shelter for our animals before the rainy season hit; three broods of chickens had successfully hatched, and the little ones, forty in total, were my wife's pride and joy. We started by creating a roof over the vaulted roots of our tree, using a framework of bamboo poles, which we placed close together and secured tightly. We added more poles beneath as supports. We filled the gaps with clay and moss, and then coated the entire structure with a mixture of tar and lime-water, resulting in a solid balcony and a great roof that could hold up against even the heaviest rain. I put a light rail around the balcony for a more decorative look, and below, I divided the building into several sections. Stables, a poultry yard, hay and supply lofts, a dairy, a kitchen, a pantry, and a dining area were all combined under one roof.
Our winter quarters were now completed, and we had but to store them with food. Day after day we worked, bringing in provisions of every description.
Our winter quarters were now finished, and we just needed to stock them with food. Day after day, we worked, collecting supplies of all kinds.
As we were one evening returning from gathering potatoes, it struck me that we should take in a store of acorns; and sending the two younger boys home with their mother and the cart, I took a large canvas bag, and with Fritz and Ernest, the former mounted on his onager, and the latter carrying his little favorite, Knips, made a detour toward the Acorn Wood.
As we were heading home one evening after collecting potatoes, I realized we should gather some acorns. I sent the two younger boys back with their mom and the cart while I grabbed a large canvas bag. With Fritz and Ernest, the former riding his donkey and the latter holding his little pet, Knips, we took a detour to the Acorn Wood.
We reached the spot, tied Lightfoot to a neighboring tree, and began rapidly to fill the sack. As we were thus engaged, Knips sprang suddenly into a bush close by, from which, a moment afterward, issued such strange cries that Ernest followed to see what could be the matter.
We got to the place, tied Lightfoot to a nearby tree, and started quickly filling the sack. While we were doing that, Knips suddenly jumped into a bush nearby, and a moment later, there were such weird sounds coming from it that Ernest went to investigate what was going on.
"Come!" he shouted; "come and help me! I've got a couple of birds and their eggs. Quick! Ruffed grouse!"
"Come on!" he yelled; "come help me! I’ve got a few birds and their eggs. Hurry! Ruffed grouse!"
We hurried to the spot. There was Ernest with a fluttering, screaming bird in either hand; while, with his foot, he was endeavoring to prevent his greedy little monkey from seizing the eggs. We quickly tied the legs of the birds, and removing the eggs from the nest, placed them in Ernest's hat; while he gathered some of the long, broad grass, with which the nest was woven, and which grew luxuriantly around, for Franz to play at sword-drill with. We then loaded the onager with the acorns, and moved homeward. The eggs I covered carefully with dry moss, that they might be kept warm, and as soon as possible I handed them over to my wife, who managed the mother so cleverly that she induced her to return to the eggs, and in a few days, to our great delight, we had fifteen beautiful little Canadian chicks.
We rushed to the spot. There was Ernest holding a fluttering, screaming bird in each hand, while trying to stop his greedy little monkey from grabbing the eggs with his foot. We quickly tied the legs of the birds and took the eggs from the nest, putting them in Ernest's hat. He gathered some of the long, wide grass that surrounded the nest for Franz to use for sword drills. Then we loaded the onager with the acorns and headed home. I carefully covered the eggs with dry moss to keep them warm and soon handed them over to my wife, who skillfully got the mother to return to the eggs. In a few days, to our delight, we had fifteen beautiful little Canadian chicks.
Franz was greatly pleased with the "swords" his brother brought him; but having no small companion on whom to exercise his valor, he amused himself for a short time in hewing down imaginary foes, and then cut the reeds in slips, and plaited them to form a whip for Lightfoot. The leaves seemed so pliable and strong that I examined them to see to what further use they might be put. Their tissue was composed of long silky fibers. A sudden thought struck me—this must be New Zealand flax. I could not rest till I had announced this invaluable discovery to my wife. She was no less delighted than I was.
Franz was really happy with the "swords" his brother brought him; but since he didn't have a little friend to test his bravery on, he passed the time by pretending to fight imaginary enemies. After a while, he started cutting the reeds into strips and braided them to make a whip for Lightfoot. The leaves felt so flexible and sturdy that I looked closer to see what else they could be used for. Their structure was made up of long, silky fibers. Suddenly, it hit me—this must be New Zealand flax. I couldn't wait to tell my wife about this amazing discovery. She was just as thrilled as I was.
"Bring me the leaves!" she exclaimed. "Oh, what a delightful discovery! No one shall now be clothed in rags; just make me a spindle, and you shall soon have shirts and stockings and trousers, all good homespun! Quick, Fritz, and bring your mother more leaves!"
"Bring me the leaves!" she shouted. "Oh, what a wonderful discovery! No one will have to wear rags anymore; just make me a spindle, and soon you'll have shirts, socks, and pants, all made from good homespun! Hurry, Fritz, and get your mother more leaves!"
We could not help smiling at her eager zeal; but Fritz and Ernest sprang on their steeds, and soon the onager and buffalo were galloping home again, each laden with a great bundle of flax. The boys dismounted and deposited their offering at their mother's feet.
We couldn't help but smile at her enthusiastic excitement; but Fritz and Ernest jumped on their horses, and soon the donkey and buffalo were racing home again, each carrying a big bundle of flax. The boys got off and placed their gift at their mother's feet.
"Capital!" she exclaimed. "I shall now show you that I am not at all behindhand in ingenuity. This must be retted, carded, spun, and woven, and then with scissors, needle, and thread I will make you any article of clothing you choose."
"Great idea!" she said. "Now I’m going to show you that I'm just as clever. This needs to be soaked, carded, spun, and woven, and then with scissors, a needle, and thread, I can make you any piece of clothing you want."
We decided that Flamingo Marsh would be the best spot for the operation of steeping or "retting" the flax, and next morning we set out thither with the cart drawn by the ass, and laden with the bundles, between which sat Franz and Knips, while the rest of us followed with spades and hatchets. I described to my boys as we went along the process of retting, and explained to them how steeping the flax leaves destroys the useless membrane, while the strong fibers remain.
We figured that Flamingo Marsh would be the best place to steep or "rett" the flax, so the next morning we headed there with the cart pulled by the donkey, loaded up with the bundles. Franz and Knips sat between the bundles while the rest of us walked behind carrying shovels and hatchets. As we traveled, I explained to the boys what retting is and how steeping the flax removes the useless membrane, leaving only the strong fibers.
As we were employed in making beds for the flax and placing it in them, we observed several nests of the flamingo. These are most curiously and skillfully made of glutinous clay, so strong that they can neither be overturned nor washed away. They are formed in the shape of blunted cones, and placed point downward; at the upper and broader end is built a little platform to contain the eggs, on which the female bird sits, with her long legs in the water on either side, until the little birds are hatched and can take to the water. For a fortnight we left the flax to steep, and then taking it out and drying it thoroughly in the sun, stored it for future use at Falconhurst.
As we were busy making beds for the flax and putting it in, we noticed several flamingo nests. These are really cleverly and skillfully made from sticky clay, so strong that they can't be overturned or washed away. They are shaped like blunt cones, with the point facing down; on the upper and wider end, there's a small platform for the eggs, where the female bird sits with her long legs in the water on either side until the chicks hatch and can go into the water. We left the flax to soak for two weeks, and then we took it out, dried it thoroughly in the sun, and stored it for future use at Falconhurst.
Daily did we load our cart with provisions to be brought to our winter quarters: manioc, potatoes, cocoanuts, sweet acorns, sugar-canes, were all collected and stored in abundance—for grumbling thunder, lowering skies, and sharp showers warned us that we had no time to lose. Our corn was sowed, our animals housed, our provisions stored, when down came the rain.
Every day we filled our cart with supplies to take to our winter place: cassava, potatoes, coconuts, sweet acorns, and sugarcane were all gathered and saved in plenty—grumbling thunder, dark skies, and heavy rain warned us that we had to hurry. Our corn was planted, our animals sheltered, our supplies stored, and just then the rain started.
To continue in our nest we found impossible, and we were obliged to retreat to the trunk, where we carried such of our domestic furniture as might have been injured by the damp. Our dwelling was indeed crowded: the animals and provisions were below, and our beds and household goods around us, hemmed us in on every side; by dint of patience and better packing, we obtained sufficient room to work and lie down in; by degrees, too, we became accustomed to the continual noise of the animals and the smell of the stables. The smoke from the fire, which we were occasionally obliged to light, was not agreeable; but in time even that seemed to become more bearable.
Staying in our nest felt impossible, so we had to retreat to the trunk, where we took as much of our household stuff as we could to protect it from the damp. Our space was really cramped: the animals and supplies were below us, and our beds and belongings surrounded us on all sides. With patience and better organization, we managed to create enough space to work and lie down; gradually, we also got used to the constant noise of the animals and the smell of the stables. The smoke from the fire, which we sometimes had to light, wasn’t pleasant; but over time, even that started to feel more tolerable.
To make more space, we turned such animals as we had captured, and who therefore might be imagined to know how to shift for themselves, outside during the daytime, bringing them under the arched roofs only at night. To perform this duty Fritz and I used to sally forth every evening, and as regularly every evening did we return soaked to the skin. To obviate this, the mother, who feared these continual wettings might injure our health, contrived waterproofs: she brushed on several layers of caoutchouc over stout shirts, to which she attached hoods; she then fixed to these duck trousers, and thus prepared for each of us a complete waterproof suit, clad in which we might brave the severest rain.
To create more space, we let the animals we had caught, who could probably take care of themselves, stay outside during the day and only brought them under the arched roofs at night. Every evening, Fritz and I would go out to do this task, and just as regularly, we returned completely soaked. To solve this issue, our mother, worried that getting wet all the time might harm our health, came up with waterproofs: she painted several layers of caoutchouc over sturdy shirts and added hoods. She then attached duck trousers to these, creating a full waterproof suit for each of us, allowing us to face even the heaviest rain.
In spite of our endeavors to keep ourselves busy, the time dragged heavily. Our mornings were occupied in tending the animals; the boys amused themselves with their pets, and assisted me in the manufacture of carding-combs and a spindle for the mother. The combs I made with nails, which I placed head downward on a sheet of tin about an inch wide; holding the nails in their proper position I poured solder round their heads to fix them to the tin, which I then folded down on either side of them to keep them perfectly firm. In the evening, when our room was illuminated with wax candles, I wrote a journal of all the events which had occurred since our arrival in this foreign land; and, while the mother was busy with her needle and Ernest making sketches of birds, beasts, and flowers with which he had met during the past months, Fritz and Jack taught little Franz to read.
Despite our efforts to stay busy, time dragged on. Our mornings were spent taking care of the animals; the boys played with their pets and helped me make carding combs and a spindle for Mom. I crafted the combs using nails, which I placed upside down on a sheet of tin about an inch wide; while holding the nails in place, I poured solder around their heads to secure them to the tin, which I then folded down on either side to keep everything steady. In the evening, when our room was lit with wax candles, I wrote a journal documenting all the events that had happened since our arrival in this foreign land. While Mom was busy with her needlework and Ernest was sketching birds, animals, and flowers he had encountered over the past months, Fritz and Jack taught little Franz how to read.
Week after week rolled by. Week after week saw us still close prisoners. Incessant rain battered down above us; constant gloom hung over the desolate scene.
Week after week went by. Week after week kept us locked up tight. Nonstop rain poured down on us; a dull gloom hovered over the bleak landscape.
CHAPTER 9.
Spring is here again—we start to carve out a cave—Jack makes a discovery—we clear the bad air from the cavern—the mother and her boys join us—we explore the cave—set it up as our winter living space—the herring bank—we catch seals—fishing on a large scale—gelatin and caviar—we check on our plantations—an expedition to establish a colony—the building of "Woodlands"—Jack and Fritz go back to Falconhurst for supplies—Ernest and I explore—a "creature with a bill"—we build a canoe—Franz takes on the education of Grumble—we keep working on the cave—making carpets—Thanksgiving Day—a surprising salute—sports and shooting—awarding prizes—making birdlime—Fritz and Jack ride off for rubber—shoot a crane and a badger—find "Woodlands" turned upside down by monkeys—discover ginseng.
The winds at length were lulled, the sun shot his brilliant rays through the riven clouds, the rain ceased to fall—spring had come. No prisoners set at liberty could have felt more joy than we did as we stepped forth from our winter abode, refreshed our eyes with the pleasant verdure around us, and our ears with the merry songs of a thousand happy birds, and drank in the pure, balmy air of spring.
The winds finally calmed down, the sun beamed its bright rays through the parted clouds, the rain stopped—spring had arrived. No one released from prison could have felt more joy than we did as we stepped out from our winter home, delighted our eyes with the lovely greenery around us, filled our ears with the cheerful songs of a thousand happy birds, and breathed in the fresh, fragrant air of spring.
Our plantations were thriving vigorously. The seed we had sown was shooting through the moist earth. All nature was refreshed.
Our farms were doing really well. The seeds we planted were breaking through the wet ground. Everything in nature felt renewed.
Our nest was our first care; filled with leaves and broken and torn by the wind, it looked indeed dilapidated. We worked hard, and in a few days it was again inhabitable. My wife begged that I would now start her with the flax, and as early as possible I built a drying-oven, and then prepared it for her use; I also, after some trouble, manufactured a beetle-reel and spinning-wheel, and she and Franz were soon hard at work, the little boy reeling off the thread his mother spun.
Our nest was our top priority; filled with leaves and damaged by the wind, it looked pretty rundown. We put in a lot of effort, and in just a few days, it became livable again. My wife asked me to get started on the flax for her, so as soon as I could, I built a drying oven and set it up for her use. I also made a beetle reel and spinning wheel after some effort, and soon she and Franz were hard at work, with the little boy reeling off the thread that his mother spun.
I was anxious to visit Tentholm, for I feared that much of our precious stores might have suffered. Fritz and I made an excursion thither. The damage done to Falconhurst was as nothing compared to the scene that awaited us. The tent was blown to the ground, the canvas torn to rags, the provisions soaked, and two casks of powder utterly destroyed. We immediately spread such things as we hoped yet to preserve in the sun to dry. The pinnace was safe, but our faithful tub-boat was dashed in pieces, and the irreparable damage we had sustained made me resolve to contrive some safer and more stable winter-quarters before the arrival of the next rainy season. Fritz proposed that we should hollow out a cave in the rock, and though the difficulties such an undertaking would present appeared almost insurmountable, I yet determined to make the attempt; we might not, I thought, hew out a cavern of sufficient size to serve as a room, but we might at least make a cellar for the more valuable and perishable of our stores.
I was eager to visit Tentholm because I was worried that a lot of our valuable supplies might have been damaged. Fritz and I took a trip there. The destruction at Falconhurst was nothing compared to what we found. The tent was collapsed, the canvas shredded, the food soaked, and two barrels of gunpowder completely ruined. We immediately spread out what we hoped to save in the sun to dry. The small boat was fine, but our trusty tub-boat was smashed to pieces, and the irreparable damage we suffered made me decide to come up with some safer and more stable winter quarters before the next rainy season hit. Fritz suggested we should carve out a cave in the rock, and although the challenges of such a project seemed nearly impossible, I was determined to give it a shot; we might not be able to create a space large enough for a room, but at least we could make a cellar for our more valuable and perishable supplies.
Some days afterward we left Falconhurst with the cart laden with a cargo of spades, hammers, chisels, pickaxes, and crowbars, and began our undertaking. On the smooth face of the perpendicular rock I drew out in chalk the size of the proposed entrance, and then, with minds bent on success, we battered away. Six days of hard and incessant toil made but little impression; I do not think that the hole would have been a satisfactory shelter for even Master Knips; but we still did not despair, and were presently rewarded by coming to softer and more yielding substance; our work progressed, and our minds were relieved.
A few days later, we left Falconhurst with the cart full of spades, hammers, chisels, pickaxes, and crowbars, and started our project. On the smooth surface of the sheer rock, I drew the outline of the entrance in chalk, and then, focused on success, we began to hammer away. After six days of hard, non-stop work, we barely made a dent; I doubt the hole would have provided decent shelter even for Master Knips. Still, we didn't lose hope, and soon we found ourselves working through softer, easier material; our progress improved, and we felt a sense of relief.
On the tenth day, as our persevering blows were falling heavily, Jack, who was working diligently with a hammer and crowbar, shouted:
On the tenth day, as our relentless strikes were landing hard, Jack, who was working hard with a hammer and crowbar, shouted:
"Gone, father! Fritz, my bar has gone through the mountain!"
"Gone, Dad! Fritz, my bar has gone through the mountain!"
"But, really, it is through; it went right through the rock; I heard it crash down inside. Oh, do come and see!" he shouted excitedly.
"But, seriously, it went right through; it crashed through the rock; I heard it hit inside. Oh, come and see!" he yelled with excitement.
We sprang to his side, and I thrust the handle of my hammer into the hole he spoke of; it met with no opposition, I could turn it in any direction I chose. Fritz handed me a long pole; I tried the depth with that. Nothing could I feel. A thin wall, then, was all that intervened between us and a great cavern.
We rushed to his side, and I pushed the handle of my hammer into the hole he mentioned; it faced no resistance, and I could move it in any direction I wanted. Fritz passed me a long pole; I checked the depth with that. I couldn't feel anything. So, it was just a thin wall between us and a huge cavern.
With a shout of joy, the boys battered vigorously at the rock; piece by piece fell, and soon the hole was large enough for us to enter. I stepped near the aperture, and was about to make a further examination, when a sudden rush of poisonous air turned me giddy, and shouting to my sons to stand off, I leaned against the rock.
With a shout of excitement, the boys hit the rock hard; piece by piece, it broke away, and soon the hole was big enough for us to get in. I stepped closer to the opening and was about to take a better look when a sudden rush of toxic air made me dizzy. I yelled to my sons to stay back and leaned against the rock.
When I came to myself I explained to them the danger of approaching any cavern or other place where the air has for a long time been stagnant. "Unless air is incessantly renewed it becomes vitiated," I said, "and fatal to those who breathe it. The safest way of restoring it to its original state is to subject it to the action of fire, a few handfuls of blazing hay thrown into this hole may, if the place is small, sufficiently purify the air within to allow us to enter without danger." We tried the experiment. The flame was extinguished the instant it entered. Though bundles of blazing grass were thrown in, no difference was made.
When I regained my senses, I explained to them the risks of getting close to any cave or other area where the air has been stagnant for a long time. "Unless the air is constantly refreshed, it becomes polluted," I said, "and it can be deadly for anyone who breathes it. The best way to restore the air to its original condition is to use fire; just a few handfuls of burning hay tossed into this opening might, if the space is small, purify the air enough for us to enter safely." We tried the test. The flame was snuffed out the moment it entered. Even after throwing in bundles of burning grass, there was no change.
I saw that we must apply some more efficacious remedy, and sent the boys for a chest of signal rockets we had brought from the wreck. We let fly some dozens of these fiery serpents, which went whizzing in, and disappeared at apparently a vast distance from us. Some flew like radiant meteors round, lighted up the mighty circumference and displayed, as by a magician's wand, a sparkling, glittering roof. They looked like avenging dragons driving a foul, malignant fiend out of a beauteous palace.
I realized we needed to use a more effective solution, so I sent the boys to get a box of signal rockets we had brought from the wreck. We launched several dozen of these fiery rockets, which zipped through the air and vanished at what seemed like a great distance from us. Some soared like bright meteors, lighting up the vast area around us and creating a sparkling, glittering ceiling as if by a magician's spell. They resembled fierce dragons chasing a wicked, evil spirit out of a beautiful palace.
We waited for a little while after these experiments, and I then again threw in lighted hay. It burned clearly; the air was purified.
We waited for a bit after these experiments, and then I threw in some lighted hay again. It burned brightly; the air was freshened.
Fritz and I enlarged the opening, while Jack, springing on his buffalo, thundered away to Falconhurst to bear the great and astonishing news to his mother.
Fritz and I widened the opening, while Jack, jumping on his buffalo, raced off to Falconhurst to deliver the amazing news to his mother.
Great must have been the effect of Jack's eloquence on those at home, for the timbers of the bridge were soon again resounding under the swift but heavy tramp of his steed; and he was quickly followed by the rest of our party in the cart.
Great must have been the impact of Jack's speech on those at home, for the timbers of the bridge were soon again echoing under the quick but heavy steps of his horse; and he was quickly followed by the rest of our group in the cart.
All were in the highest state of excitement. Jack had stowed in the cart all the candles he could find, and we now, lighting these, shouldered our arms and entered. I led the way, sounding the ground as I advanced with a long pole, that we might not fall unexpectedly into any great hole or chasm. Silently we marched—the mother, the boys, and even the dogs seeming overawed with the grandeur and beauty of the scene. We were in a grotto of diamonds—a vast cave of glittering crystal: the candles reflected on the walls a golden light, bright as the stars of heaven, while great crystal pillars rose from the floor like mighty trees, mingling their branches high above us and drooping in hundreds of stalactites, which sparkled and glittered with all the colors of the rainbow.
Everyone was extremely excited. Jack had packed all the candles he could find into the cart, and now, as we lit them, we picked up our gear and went in. I led the way, probing the ground with a long pole to avoid falling into any deep holes or chasms. We marched silently—the mother, the boys, and even the dogs seemed awed by the grandeur and beauty of the scene. We were in a diamond grotto—a massive cave of sparkling crystal: the candles cast a golden light against the walls, bright as the stars in the sky, while huge crystal pillars rose from the floor like giant trees, intertwining their branches high above us and hanging down in hundreds of stalactites that sparkled and shone with all the colors of the rainbow.
The floor of this magnificent palace was formed of hard, dry sand, so dry that I saw at once that we might safely take up our abode therein, without the slightest fear of danger from damp.
The floor of this magnificent palace was made of hard, dry sand, so dry that I immediately realized we could comfortably live here without any worry about moisture.
From the appearance of the brilliant crystals round about us I suspected their nature.
From the look of the brilliant crystals around us, I suspected what they were.
I tasted a piece. This was a cavern of rock salt. There was no doubt about it—here was an unlimited supply of the best and purest salt! But one thing detracted from my entire satisfaction and delight—large crystals lay scattered here and there, which, detached from the roof, had fallen to the ground; this, if apt to recur, would keep us in constant peril. I examined some of the masses and discovered that they had been all recently separated, and therefore concluded that the concussion of the air occasioned by the rockets had caused their fall. To satisfy ourselves, however, that there were no more pieces tottering above us, we discharged our guns from the entrance, and watched the effect. Nothing more fell—our magnificent abode was safe.
I took a bite. This was a cavern made of rock salt. There was no doubt about it—there was an endless supply of the best and purest salt! But one thing took away from my overall satisfaction and joy—large crystals were scattered here and there, having fallen from the ceiling. If this happened again, it would keep us in constant danger. I checked out some of the chunks and saw that they had all recently broken off, so I figured that the shockwaves from the rockets caused them to fall. To make sure there weren’t any more pieces hanging above us, we fired our guns from the entrance and watched what happened. Nothing else fell—our amazing place was safe.
We returned to Falconhurst with minds full of wonder at our new discovery, and plans for turning it to the best possible advantage.
We went back to Falconhurst, excited about our new discovery and brainstorming ways to make the most of it.
Nothing was now talked of but the new house, how it should be arranged, how it should be fitted up. The safety and comfort of Falconhurst, which had at first seemed so great, now dwindled away in our opinion to nothing; it should be kept up, we decided, merely as a summer residence, while our cave should be formed into a winter house and impregnable castle. Our attention was now fully occupied with this new house. Light and air were to be admitted, so we hewed a row of windows in the rock, where we fitted the window cases we had brought from the officers' cabins. We brought the door, too, from Falconhurst, and fitted it in the aperture we had made. The opening in the trunk of the tree I determined to conceal with bark, as less likely to attract the notice of wild beasts or savages should they approach during our absence. The cave itself we divided into four parts: in front, a large compartment into which the door opened, subdivided into our sitting, eating, and sleeping apartments; the right-hand division containing our kitchen and workshop, and the left our stables; behind all this, in the dark recesses of the cave, was our storehouse and powder-magazine. Having already undergone one rainy season, we knew well its discomforts, and thought of many useful arrangements in the laying out of our dwelling. We did not intend to be again smoke-dried; we therefore contrived a properly built fire place and chimney; our stable arrangements, too, were better, and plenty of space was left in our workshop that we should not be hampered in even the most extensive operations.
Nothing was talked about now except the new house, how it would be arranged, and how it would be set up. The safety and comfort of Falconhurst, which once seemed so great, now seemed to us to be nothing; we decided it would just be kept as a summer home while our cave would be turned into a winter house and an impenetrable fortress. Our attention was completely focused on this new house. We wanted to let in light and air, so we cut a row of windows into the rock, where we installed the window frames we had brought from the officers' cabins. We also brought the door from Falconhurst and put it in the opening we had made. I decided to cover the opening in the trunk of the tree with bark, as it was less likely to attract the attention of wild animals or savages if they approached while we were away. We divided the cave into four sections: in front, there was a large area where the door opened, subdivided into our living, dining, and sleeping spaces; the right side contained our kitchen and workshop, and the left housed our stables; at the back, in the dark corners of the cave, was our storehouse and powder magazine. Having already been through one rainy season, we understood its discomforts well and thought of many useful improvements for our home. We didn't want to be smoked out again; so we built a proper fireplace and chimney. Our stable arrangements were also better, and we made sure there was plenty of space in our workshop so that we wouldn’t be restricted, even during the largest projects.
Our frequent residence at Tentholm revealed to us several important advantages which we had not foreseen. Numbers of splendid turtles often came ashore to deposit their eggs in the sand, and their delicious flesh afforded us many a sumptuous meal. When more than one of these creatures appeared at a time, we used to cut off their retreat to the sea, and, turning them on their backs, fasten them to a stake driven in close by the water's edge, by a cord passed through a hole in their shell. We thus had fresh turtle continually within our reach; for the animals throve well thus secured, and appeared in as good condition, after having been kept thus for several weeks, as others when freshly caught. Lobsters, crabs, and mussels also abounded on the shore. But this was not all; an additional surprise awaited us.
Our frequent stay at Tentholm showed us several important benefits we hadn’t expected. Many beautiful turtles often came ashore to lay their eggs in the sand, and their tasty flesh provided us with many great meals. When more than one of these creatures showed up at a time, we would block their escape back to the sea, flip them onto their backs, and tie them to a stake driven in close to the water's edge, using a cord threaded through a hole in their shell. This way, we had fresh turtle readily available; the animals thrived well in this position and seemed just as healthy after being kept for several weeks as those caught freshly. Lobsters, crabs, and mussels were also plentiful along the shore. But that wasn’t all; another surprise awaited us.
As we were one morning approaching Tentholm, we were attracted by a most curious phenomenon. The waters out at sea appeared agitated by some unseen movement, and as they heaved and boiled, their surface, struck by the beams of the morning sun, seemed illuminated by flashes of fire. Over the water where this disturbance was taking place hovered hundreds of birds, screaming loudly, which ever and anon would dart downward, some plunging beneath the water, some skimming the surface. Then again they would rise and resume their harsh cries. The shining, sparkling mass then rolled onward, and approached in a direct line our bay, followed by the feathered flock above. We hurried down to the shore to further examine this strange sight.
As we were approaching Tentholm one morning, we noticed a really strange phenomenon. The waters out at sea looked restless, stirred up by some unseen force, and as they churned and boiled, the sunlight hitting their surface made it look like it was flashing with fire. Above the churning water, hundreds of birds hovered, screeching loudly. Every now and then, they would dive down, some plunging into the water and others skimming the surface. Then they would fly back up and continue their harsh cries. The shiny, sparkling mass rolled forward in a straight line towards our bay, with the flock of birds flying above it. We rushed down to the shore to take a closer look at this odd spectacle.
I was convinced as we approached that it was a shoal or bank of herrings.
I was sure as we got closer that it was a group of herring.
No sooner did I give utterance to my conjecture than I was assailed by a host of questions concerning this herring-bank, what it was, and what occasioned it.
No sooner did I express my guess than I was bombarded with a bunch of questions about this herring bank, what it was, and what caused it.
"A herring-bank," I said, "is composed of an immense number of herrings swimming together. I can scarcely express to you the huge size of this living bank, which extends over a great area many fathoms deep. It is followed by numbers of great ravenous fish, who devour quantities of the herrings, while above hover birds, as you have just seen, ready to pounce down on stragglers near the top. To escape these enemies, the shoal makes for the nearest shore, and seeks safety in those shallows where the large fish cannot follow. But here it meets with a third great enemy. It may escape from the fish, and elude the vigilance of sharp-sighted birds, but from the ingenuity of man it can find no escape. In one year millions of these fish are caught, and yet the roes of only a small number would be sufficient to supply as many fish again."
"A herring bank," I said, "is made up of a massive number of herrings swimming together. I can barely convey to you the enormous size of this living bank, which stretches over a large area many fathoms deep. It's followed by many large, hungry fish that devour tons of the herrings, while birds hover above, as you just saw, ready to swoop down on stragglers near the surface. To escape these predators, the school heads for the nearest shore and seeks safety in the shallow waters where the big fish can’t follow. But there, it encounters a third major enemy. It might evade the fish and dodge the watchful eyes of sharp-sighted birds, but it can't escape the cleverness of humans. In a single year, millions of these fish are caught, and yet the roe from only a small portion would be enough to yield the same amount of fish again."
Soon our fishery was in operation. Jack and Fritz stood in the water with baskets, and baled out the fish, as one bales water with a bucket, throwing them to us on the shore. As quickly as possible we cleaned them, and placed them in casks with salt, first a layer of salt, and then a layer of herrings, and so on, until we had ready many casks of pickled fish.
Soon our fishery was up and running. Jack and Fritz stood in the water with baskets, scooping out the fish like one would with a bucket, tossing them to us on the shore. We quickly cleaned them and packed them into barrels with salt, starting with a layer of salt and then a layer of herring, repeating this until we had many barrels of pickled fish ready.
As the barrels were filled, we closed them carefully, and rolled them away to the cool vaults at the back of our cave.
As we filled the barrels, we carefully closed them and rolled them away to the cool storage area at the back of our cave.
Our good fortune, however, was not to end here. A day after the herring fishery was over, and the shoal had left our bay, a great number of seals appeared, attracted by the refuse of the herrings which we had thrown into the sea. Though I feared they would not be suitable for our table, we yet secured a score or two for the sake of their skins and fat. The skins we drew carefully off for harness and clothing, and the fat we boiled down for oil, which we put aside in casks for tanning, soap-making, and burning in lamps.
Our good luck didn’t stop there. The day after the herring fishing wrapped up and the shoal left our bay, a large number of seals showed up, drawn by the leftover herring we had tossed into the sea. Even though I was worried they might not be good to eat, we still managed to catch a couple dozen for their skins and fat. We carefully took off the skins for making harnesses and clothing, and we boiled down the fat for oil, which we stored in barrels for tanning, soap-making, and burning in lamps.
These occupations interfered for some time with our work at Rock House; but as soon as possible we again returned to our labor with renewed vigor.
These jobs interrupted our work at Rock House for a while; but as soon as we could, we went back to our work with fresh energy.
As an experiment, I broke off some pieces, and, after subjecting them to great heat, reduced them to powder. The plaster this formed with water was smooth and white, and as I had then no particular use to which I might put it, I plastered over some of the herring casks, that I might be perfectly certain that all air was excluded. The remainder of the casks I left as they were, for I presently intended to preserve their contents by smoking. To do this, the boys and I built a small hut of reeds and branches, and then we strung our herrings on lines across the roof. On the floor we lit a great fire of brushwood and moss, which threw out a dense smoke, curling in volumes round the fish, and they in a few days seemed perfectly cured.
As a test, I broke off some pieces and heated them until they turned to powder. The plaster that formed when I mixed it with water was smooth and white. Since I didn't have a specific use for it at that time, I plastered over some of the herring casks to ensure no air got in. I left the rest of the casks as they were because I planned to preserve their contents through smoking. To do this, the boys and I built a small hut from reeds and branches, then we hung our herrings on lines across the roof. We started a big fire on the floor using brushwood and moss, which produced thick smoke that enveloped the fish, and after a few days, they appeared to be perfectly cured.
About a month after the appearance of the herrings, we were favored by a visit from other shoals of fish. Jack espied them first, and called to us that a lot of young whales were off the coast. We ran down and discovered the bay apparently swarming with great sturgeons, salmon, and trout, all making for the mouth of Jackal River, that they might ascend it and deposit their spawn among the stones.
About a month after the herrings showed up, we were lucky to get a visit from other schools of fish. Jack spotted them first and shouted to us that a bunch of young whales were off the coast. We rushed down and saw the bay seemingly filled with large sturgeons, salmon, and trout, all heading toward the mouth of Jackal River to swim upstream and lay their eggs among the stones.
Jack was delighted at his discovery.
Jack was thrilled with his discovery.
"Here are proper fish!" he exclaimed; "none of your paltry fry. How do you preserve these sorts of fish? Potted, salted, or smoked?"
"Here are some proper fish!" he exclaimed; "not your petty little ones. How do you preserve these types of fish? Potted, salted, or smoked?"
"Not so fast," said I, "not so fast; tell me how they are to be caught, and I will tell you how they are to be cooked."
"Not so fast," I said, "not so fast; tell me how they're going to be caught, and I’ll tell you how to cook them."
"Oh! I'll catch them fast enough," he replied, and darted off to Rock House.
"Oh! I'll catch them quickly," he replied, and took off towards Rock House.
While I was still puzzling my brains as to how I should set to work, he returned with his fishing apparatus in hand; a bow and arrow, and a ball of twine.
While I was still trying to figure out how to get started, he came back with his fishing gear in hand: a bow and arrow, and a ball of twine.
His arrow flew from the bow, and, to my surprise, struck one of the largest fish in the side.
His arrow shot from the bow and, to my surprise, hit one of the biggest fish in the side.
"Help, father, help!" he cried, as the great fish darted off, carrying arrow and all with it; "help! or he will pull me into the water."
"Help, Dad, help!" he shouted, as the huge fish sped away, taking the arrow with it; "help! or it will drag me into the water."
I ran to his assistance, and together we struggled with the finny monster. He pulled tremendously, and lashed the water around him; but we held the cord fast, and he had no chance of escape. Weaker and weaker grew his struggles, and, at length, exhausted by his exertions and loss of blood, he allowed us to draw him ashore.
I ran to help him, and together we wrestled with the fishy creature. He thrashed around violently and splashed the water, but we kept a strong grip on the line, and he had no way to get away. His struggles became weaker and weaker, and eventually, worn out from fighting and losing blood, he let us pull him onto the shore.
He was a noble prize, and Fritz and Ernest, who came up just as we completed his capture, were quite envious of Jack's success. Not to be behindhand, they eagerly rushed off for weapons themselves.
He was a great prize, and Fritz and Ernest, who arrived just as we finished capturing him, were pretty jealous of Jack's success. Not wanting to be left out, they quickly ran off to grab their own weapons.
We were soon all in the water, Fritz with a harpoon, Ernest with a rod and line, and I myself, armed, like Neptune, with an iron trident, or more properly speaking, perhaps, a pitchfork. Soon the shore was strewn with a goodly number of the finest fish—monster after monster we drew to land. At length Fritz, after harpooning a great sturgeon full eight feet long, could not get the fish ashore; we all went to his assistance, but our united efforts were unavailing.
We were soon all in the water—Fritz with a harpoon, Ernest with a fishing rod and line, and I was armed, like Neptune, with an iron trident, or more accurately, a pitchfork. Before long, the shore was covered with a good number of the best fish—one monster after another that we brought to land. Eventually, Fritz managed to harpoon a huge sturgeon that was a full eight feet long, but he couldn't get it ashore. We all went to help him, but despite our combined efforts, we couldn't manage it.
"The buffalo!" proposed my wife, and off went Jack for Storm. Storm was harnessed to the harpoon rope, and soon the monstrous fish lay panting on the sand.
"The buffalo!" suggested my wife, and Jack took off for Storm. Storm was hooked up to the harpoon rope, and soon the huge fish was struggling on the sand.
We at length, when we had captured as many fish as we could possibly utilize, set about cleaning and preparing their flesh. Some we salted, some we dried like the herrings, some we treated like the tunny of the Mediterranean—we prepared them in oil. Of the roe of the sturgeon I decided to form caviare, the great Russian dish. I removed from it all the membranes by which it is surrounded, washed it in vinegar, salted it, pressed out all the moisture caused by the wet-absorbing properties of the salt, packed it in small barrels, and stowed it away in our storehouse.
We finally captured as many fish as we could use and started cleaning and preparing them. Some we salted, some we dried like herring, and some we treated like the tuna from the Mediterranean—we prepared them in oil. I decided to make caviar from the sturgeon's roe, the famous Russian dish. I removed all the membranes surrounding it, washed it in vinegar, salted it, squeezed out all the moisture the salt absorbed, packed it in small barrels, and stored it in our pantry.
I knew that of the sturgeon's bladder the best isinglass is made, so carefully collecting the air-bladders from all those we had killed, I washed them and hung them up to stiffen. The outer coat or membrane I then peeled off, cutting the remainder into strips, technically called staples. These staples I placed in an iron pot over the fire, and when they had been reduced to a proper consistency I strained off the glue through a clean cloth, and spread it out on a slab of stone in thin layers, letting them remain until they were dry. The substance I thus obtained was beautifully transparent, and promised to serve as an excellent substitute for glass in our window-frames.
I knew that the best isinglass comes from the sturgeon's bladder, so after carefully collecting the air bladders from all the ones we caught, I washed them and hung them up to dry. I then peeled off the outer membrane and cut the rest into strips, which are technically called staples. I placed these staples in an iron pot over the fire, and once they had been reduced to the right consistency, I strained the glue through a clean cloth and spread it out on a stone slab in thin layers, letting it dry. The result was beautifully transparent and looked like it would make an excellent substitute for glass in our window frames.
Fortunately, in this beautiful climate little or no attention was necessary to the kitchen garden, the seeds sprang up and nourished without apparently the slightest regard for the time or season of the year. Peas, beans, wheat, barley, rye, and Indian corn seemed constantly ripe, while cucumbers, melons, and all sorts of other vegetables grew luxuriantly. The success of our garden at Tentholm encouraged me to hope that my experiment at Falconhurst had not failed, and one morning we started to visit the spot.
Fortunately, in this beautiful climate, we hardly needed to pay any attention to the kitchen garden. The seeds sprouted and thrived without any apparent concern for the time of year. Peas, beans, wheat, barley, rye, and corn seemed to be constantly in season, while cucumbers, melons, and all sorts of other vegetables grew abundantly. The success of our garden at Tentholm gave me hope that my experiment at Falconhurst hadn't failed, so one morning we set out to visit the place.
As we passed by the field from which the potatoes had been dug, we found it covered with barley, wheat, rye, and peas in profusion.
As we walked by the field where the potatoes had been harvested, we saw it full of barley, wheat, rye, and peas everywhere.
I turned to the mother in amazement.
I turned to the mom in disbelief.
"Where has this fine crop sprung from?" said I.
"Where did this amazing crop come from?" I asked.
"From the earth," she replied laughing, "where Franz and I sowed the seed I brought from the wreck. The ground was ready tilled by you and the boys; all we had to do was to scatter the seed."
"From the earth," she said with a laugh, "where Franz and I planted the seed I brought from the wreck. The ground was already prepared by you and the guys; all we had to do was scatter the seed."
I was delighted at the sight, and it augured well, I thought, for the success of my maize plantation. We hurried to the field. The crop had indeed grown well, and, what was more, appeared to be duly appreciated. A tremendous flock of feathered thieves rose as we approached. Among them Fritz espied a few ruffed grouse, and, quick as thought, unhooding his eagle, he started him off in chase, then sprung on his onager and followed at full gallop. His noble bird marked out the finest grouse, and, soaring high above it, stooped and bore his prey to the ground. Fritz was close at hand, and springing through the bushes he saved the bird from death, hooded the eagle's eyes, and returned triumphantly. Jack had not stood idle, for slipping his pet, Fangs, he had started him among some quails who remained upon the field, and to my surprise the jackal secured some dozen of the birds, bringing them faithfully to his master's feet.
I was thrilled to see it, and I thought it boded well for the success of my cornfield. We rushed to the field. The crop had really thrived, and what was even better, it seemed to be well appreciated. A huge flock of feathered thieves flew up as we got closer. Among them, Fritz spotted a few ruffed grouse, and quick as a flash, he took off the eagle's hood and sent it after them, then jumped on his onager and followed at full speed. His magnificent bird zeroed in on the best grouse, soared high above it, swooped down, and caught it. Fritz was right there, and jumping through the bushes, he saved the bird from dying, put the eagle's hood back on, and returned triumphantly. Jack had been busy too; he let his pet, Fangs, loose, and sent him after some quails that stayed out in the field, and to my surprise, the jackal caught about a dozen of the birds, bringing them back faithfully to his master's feet.
We then turned our steps toward Falconhurst, where we were refreshed by a most delicious drink the mother prepared for us: the stems of the young Indian corn, crushed, strained, and mixed with water and the juice of the sugar-cane.
We then headed to Falconhurst, where we enjoyed a refreshing drink prepared by Mother: the stalks of young corn, crushed, strained, and mixed with water and sugarcane juice.
We then made preparations for an excursion the following day, for I wished to establish a sort of semi-civilized farm at some distance from Falconhurst, where we might place some of our animals, which had become too numerous with our limited means to supply them with food. In the large cart, to which we harnessed the buffalo, cow, and ass, we placed a dozen fowls, four young pigs, two couple of sheep, and as many goats, and a pair of hens and one cock grouse. Fritz led the way on his onager, and by a new track we forced a passage through the woods and tall grasses toward Cape Disappointment.
We then got ready for a trip the next day because I wanted to set up a sort of semi-civilized farm a bit away from Falconhurst, where we could keep some of our animals that had become too many for us to feed with our limited resources. In the big cart, which we pulled with the buffalo, cow, and donkey, we loaded a dozen chickens, four piglets, two pairs of sheep, as many goats, and a pair of hens with one rooster. Fritz led the way on his donkey, and we created a new path through the woods and tall grasses toward Cape Disappointment.
The difficult march was at length over, and we emerged from the forest upon a large plain covered with curious little bushes; the branches of these little shrubs and the ground about them were covered with pure white flakes.
The tough journey was finally over, and we came out of the forest onto a wide plain filled with strange little bushes; the branches of these small shrubs and the ground around them were covered in pure white flakes.
"Snow! snow!" exclaimed Franz. "Oh, mother, come down from the cart and play snowballs. This is jolly; much better than the ugly rain."
"Snow! Snow!" Franz shouted. "Oh, Mom, come down from the cart and let's have a snowball fight. This is so much fun; way better than that nasty rain."
I was not surprised at the boy's mistake, for indeed the flakes did look like snow; but before I could express my opinion, Fritz declared that the plant must be a kind of dwarf cotton tree. We approached nearer and found he was right—soft fine wool inclosed in pods, and still hanging on the bushes or lying on the ground, abounded in every direction. We had indeed discovered this valuable plant. The mother was charmed; and gathering a great quantity in three capacious bags, we resumed our journey.
I wasn't surprised by the boy's mistake; the flakes really did look like snow. But before I could share my thoughts, Fritz announced that the plant must be a type of dwarf cotton tree. We got closer and realized he was right—soft, fine wool was enclosed in pods and was everywhere, both still on the bushes and lying on the ground. We had actually discovered this valuable plant. Our mother was thrilled, and after collecting a large amount in three big bags, we continued on our journey.
Crossing the cotton field we ascended a pretty wooded hill. The view from the summit was glorious: luxuriant grass at our feet stretching down the hillside, dotted here and there with shady trees, among which gushed down a sparkling brook, while below lay the rich green forest, with the sea beyond.
Crossing the cotton field, we climbed a lovely wooded hill. The view from the top was amazing: lush grass at our feet sloping down the hillside, sprinkled with shady trees, through which a sparkling brook flowed, while below stretched the vibrant green forest, with the sea in the distance.
What better situation could we hope to find for our new farm? Pasture, water, shade, and shelter, all were here.
What better place could we hope to find for our new farm? There were pasture, water, shade, and shelter, all right here.
We pitched our tent, built our fireplace, and leaving the mother to prepare our repast, Fritz and I selected a spot for the erection of our shed. We soon found a group of trees so situated that the trunks would serve as posts for our intended building. Thither we carried all our tools, and then, as the day was far advanced, enjoyed our supper, and lay down upon most comfortable beds, which the mother had prepared for us with the cotton.
We set up our tent, built a fire, and while Mom got dinner ready, Fritz and I chose a spot to build our shed. We quickly found a cluster of trees that had trunks perfect for the posts we needed. We carried all our tools there, and since it was getting late, we enjoyed our dinner and curled up on the comfy beds that Mom had made for us with cotton.
The group of trees we had selected was exactly suited to our purpose, for it formed a regular rectilinear figure, the greatest side of which faced the sea. I cut deep mortices in the trunks about ten feet from the ground, and again ten feet higher up to form a second story. In these mortices I inserted beams, thus forming a framework for my building, and then, making a roof of laths, I overlaid it with bark, which I stripped from a neighboring tree, and fixed with acacia thorns, and which would effectually shoot off any amount of rain.
The group of trees we chose was perfect for what we needed because it formed a straight rectangular shape, with the longest side facing the sea. I cut deep notches in the trunks about ten feet off the ground, and again ten feet higher up to create a second level. In these notches, I inserted beams to build a frame for my structure. Then, I made a roof from lathes and covered it with bark I stripped from a nearby tree, securing it with acacia thorns, which would effectively shed any amount of rain.
While clearing up the scraps of bark and other rubbish for fuel for our fire, I noticed a peculiar smell, and stooping down I picked up pieces of the bark, some of which, to my great surprise, I found was that of the terebinth tree, and the rest that of the American fir. The goats, too, made an important discovery among the same heap, for we found them busily rooting out pieces of cinnamon, a most delicious and aromatic spice.
While clearing away the scraps of bark and other junk for firewood, I noticed a strange smell. Bending down, I picked up some pieces of bark, and to my surprise, I found some of it was from the terebinth tree, while the rest was from the American fir. The goats also made an interesting discovery in the same pile, as we found them happily digging out pieces of cinnamon, a really tasty and aromatic spice.
"From the fir," said I to the boys, "we get turpentine and tar, and thus it is that the fir tree becomes such a valuable article of commerce. So we may look forward to preparing pitch for our yacht, with tar and oil, you know, and cart-grease, too, with tar and fat. I do not know that you will equally appreciate the terebinth tree. A gum issues from incisions in the bark which hardens in the sun, and becomes as transparent as amber; when burned it gives forth a most delicious perfume, and when dissolved in spirits of wine, forms a beautiful transparent varnish."
"From the fir," I said to the boys, "we get turpentine and tar, which is why the fir tree is such a valuable commercial product. So we can look forward to making pitch for our yacht, using tar and oil, and also cart grease, which combines tar and fat. I’m not sure you’ll feel the same way about the terebinth tree. It produces a gum from cuts in the bark that hardens in the sun and becomes as clear as amber; when burned, it releases a wonderful scent, and when mixed with alcohol, it creates a beautiful transparent varnish."
The completion of our new farmhouse occupied us several days; we wove strong lianas and other creepers together to form the walls to the height of about six feet; the rest, up to the roof, we formed merely of a latticework of laths to admit both air and light. Within we divided the house into three parts; one subdivided into stalls for the animals; a second fitted with perches for the birds, and a third, simply furnished with a rough table and benches, to serve as a sleeping apartment for ourselves, when we should find it necessary to pay the place a visit. In a short time the dwelling was most comfortably arranged, and as we daily filled the feeding troughs with the food the animals best liked, they showed no inclination to desert the spot we had chosen for them.
The completion of our new farmhouse took us several days; we wove strong vines and other plants together to create walls about six feet high; the upper part, up to the roof, was made with a lattice of sticks to let in both air and light. Inside, we divided the house into three sections; one section was divided into stalls for the animals; a second had perches for the birds, and a third was simply furnished with a rough table and benches, serving as a sleeping area for us when we found it necessary to visit the place. Soon, the dwelling was arranged very comfortably, and as we filled the feeding troughs with the animals’ favorite food each day, they showed no signs of wanting to leave the spot we picked for them.
Yet, hard as we had worked, we found that the provisions we had brought with us would be exhausted before we could hope to be able to leave the farm. I therefore dispatched Jack and Fritz for fresh supplies.
Yet, no matter how hard we worked, we found that the supplies we had brought with us were running out before we could even think about leaving the farm. So, I sent Jack and Fritz to get some fresh supplies.
During their absence, Ernest and I made a short excursion in the neighborhood, that we might know more exactly the character of the country near our farm.
During their absence, Ernest and I took a short trip around the area so we could better understand the nature of the land near our farm.
Passing over a brook which flowed toward the wall of rocks, we reached a large marsh, and as we walked round it, I noticed with delight that it was covered with the rice plant growing wild in the greatest profusion. Here and there only were there any ripe plants, and from these rose a number of ruffed grouse, at which both Ernest and I let fly. Two fell, and Fangs, who was with us, brought them to our feet. As we advanced, Knips skipped from the back of his steed Juno and began to regale himself on some fruit, at a short distance off; we followed the little animal and found him devouring delicious strawberries. Having enjoyed the fruit ourselves, we filled the hamper Knips always carried, and secured the fruit from his pilfering paws with leaves fixed firmly down.
Crossing a stream that flowed toward the wall of rocks, we arrived at a large marsh. As we walked around it, I was thrilled to see that it was covered with wild rice plants growing in abundance. Only a few of the plants were ripe, and from them, several ruffed grouse took off, prompting both Ernest and me to take aim. We brought down two, and Fangs, who was with us, retrieved them for us. As we continued, Knips jumped off his horse Juno and started feasting on some fruit a little way off. We followed the little guy and discovered him enjoying delicious strawberries. After enjoying the fruit ourselves, we filled the basket that Knips always carried and secured the fruit from his sneaky paws with leaves pressed down firmly.
I then took a sample of the rice seeds to show the mother, and we continued our journey.
I then grabbed a sample of the rice seeds to show the mother, and we kept going on our journey.
Presently we reached the borders of the pretty lake which we had seen beyond the swamp. The nearer aspect of its calm blue waters greatly charmed us, and still more so the sight of numbers of black swans, disporting themselves on the glassy surface, in which their stately forms and graceful movements were reflected as in a mirror. It was delightful to watch these splendid birds, old and young, swimming together in the peaceful enjoyment of life, seeking their food, and pursuing one another playfully in the water.
Now we reached the edge of the beautiful lake we had seen past the swamp. The close view of its calm blue waters captivated us even more, especially the sight of numerous black swans playing on the smooth surface, their elegant forms and graceful movements reflected like a mirror. It was a joy to watch these magnificent birds, young and old, swimming together in the serene enjoyment of life, looking for food and playfully chasing each other in the water.
I could not think of breaking in upon their happy, beautiful existence by firing among them, but our dog Juno was by no means so considerate; for all at once I heard a plunge, and saw her drag out of the water a most peculiar-looking creature, something like a small otter, but not above twenty-two inches in length, which she would have torn to pieces had we not hurried up and taken it from her.
I couldn’t imagine disrupting their happy, beautiful lives by shooting at them, but our dog Juno wasn’t so thoughtful; suddenly, I heard a splash and saw her pull a really strange-looking creature out of the water, something like a small otter but not more than twenty-two inches long, which she would have ripped apart if we hadn’t rushed over and taken it from her.
This curious little animal was of a soft, dark brown color, the fur being of a lighter shade under the body; its feet were furnished with large claws, and also completely webbed, the head small, with deeply set eyes and ears, and terminating in a broad flat bill like that of a duck.
This curious little animal was a soft, dark brown color, with lighter fur underneath its body; its feet had large claws and were fully webbed, the head was small with deeply set eyes and ears, and it ended in a broad, flat bill like a duck's.
This singularity seemed to us so droll that we both laughed heartily, feeling at the same time much puzzled to know what sort of animal it could possibly be. For want of a better, we gave it the name of the "Beast with a Bill," and Ernest willingly undertook to carry it, that it might be stuffed and kept as a curiosity.
This situation struck us as so funny that we both laughed out loud, while also being quite confused about what kind of creature it could possibly be. Lacking a better name, we called it the "Beast with a Bill," and Ernest gladly took on the task of carrying it so that it could be preserved and kept as a curiosity.
After this we returned to the farm, thinking our messengers might soon arrive, and sure enough, in about a quarter of an hour Fritz and Jack made their appearance at a brisk trot, and gave a circumstantial account of their mission.
After this, we went back to the farm, expecting our messengers to arrive soon, and sure enough, about fifteen minutes later, Fritz and Jack showed up at a quick pace and gave a detailed account of their mission.
I was pleased to see that they had fulfilled their orders intelligently, carrying out my intentions in the spirit and not blindly to the letter.
I was happy to see that they had smartly fulfilled their orders, carrying out my intentions in the spirit of what I meant rather than just following the instructions literally.
Next morning we quitted the farm (which we named Woodlands), after providing amply for the wants of the animals, sheep, goats, and poultry which we left there.
Next morning we left the farm (which we named Woodlands) after taking good care of the animals, sheep, goats, and poultry that we left there.
Shortly afterward, on entering a wood, we found it tenanted by an enormous number of apes, who instantly assailed us, with showers of fir-cones, uttering hideous and angry cries, and effectually checking our progress, until we put them to flight by a couple of shots, which not a little astonished their weak minds.
Shortly after, as we entered the woods, we discovered it was home to a huge number of apes, who immediately attacked us with a barrage of fir cones, making terrifying and angry noises, effectively blocking our way until we drove them off with a couple of shots, which quite astonished their feeble minds.
Fritz picked up some of their missiles, and, showing them to me, I recognized the cone of the stone-pine.
Fritz grabbed a few of their missiles and, showing them to me, I recognized the cone of the stone pine.
"By all means gather some of these cones, boys," said I; "you will find the kernel has a pleasant taste, like almonds, and from it we can, by pressing, obtain an excellent oil. Therefore I should like to carry some home with us."
"Go ahead and gather some of these cones, boys," I said; "you'll find the nut tastes nice, kind of like almonds, and we can press it to get some great oil. So I’d like to take some home with us."
A hill, which seemed to promise a good view from its summit, next attracted my notice, and, on climbing it, we were more than repaid for the exertion by the extensive and beautiful prospect which lay spread before our eyes. The situation altogether was so agreeable, that here also I resolved to make a settlement, to be visited occasionally, and, after resting awhile and talking the matter over, we set to work to build a cottage such as we had lately finished at Woodlands. Our experience there enabled us to proceed quickly with the work, and in a few days the rustic abode was completed, and received, by Ernest's choice, the grand name of Prospect Hill.
A hill that looked like it would offer a great view from the top caught my attention next, and after climbing it, we were more than rewarded for our effort by the wide and beautiful scenery that unfolded before us. The overall setting was so pleasant that I decided to make this a place to settle down, visiting every now and then. After resting for a bit and discussing it, we got started on building a cottage similar to the one we had just finished at Woodlands. Our experience there helped us work quickly, and within a few days, the charming house was completed and, at Ernest's suggestion, took the impressive name of Prospect Hill.
My chief object in undertaking this expedition had been to discover some tree from whose bark I could hope to make a useful light boat or canoe. Hitherto I had met with none at all fit for my purpose, but, not despairing of success, I began, when the cottage was built, to examine carefully the surrounding woods, and, after considerable trouble, came upon two magnificent, tall, straight trees, the bark of which seemed something like that of the birch. Selecting one whose trunk was, to a great height, free from branches, we attached to one of the lower of the boughs the rope ladder we had with us, and Fritz, ascending it, cut the bark through in a circle; I did the same at the foot of the tree, and then, from between the circle we took a narrow perpendicular slip of bark entirely out, so that we could introduce the proper tools by which gradually to loosen and raise the main part, so as finally to separate it from the tree uninjured and entire. This we found possible, because the bark was moist and flexible. Great care and exertion was necessary, as the bark became detached, to support it, until the whole was ready to be let gently down upon the grass. This seemed a great achievement; but our work was by no means ended, nor could we venture to desist from it until, while the material was soft and pliable, we had formed it into the shape we desired for the canoe.
My main goal in going on this expedition was to find a tree whose bark I could use to make a useful light boat or canoe. So far, I hadn’t found any suitable trees, but I wasn’t giving up hope. Once the cottage was built, I started to carefully explore the surrounding woods. After a lot of effort, I discovered two magnificent, tall, straight trees with bark that looked similar to birch. I chose one tree that had a trunk free of branches for quite a height. We tied our rope ladder to one of the lower branches, and Fritz climbed up to cut the bark in a circular pattern. I did the same at the base of the tree. Then, we removed a narrow strip of bark from between the circles, allowing us to use the right tools to gradually loosen and lift the main piece without damaging it. We were able to do this because the bark was moist and flexible. It took a lot of care and effort to support the bark as it came off until we could gently lower the entire piece onto the grass. This felt like a significant achievement, but our work was far from over. We couldn’t stop until we had shaped the soft and pliable material into the form we wanted for the canoe.
In order to do this, I cut a long triangular piece out of each end of the roll, and, placing the sloping parts one over the other, I drew the ends into a pointed form and secured them with pegs and glue.
To do this, I cut a long triangular piece from each end of the roll, and by stacking the sloping parts on top of each other, I shaped the ends into a pointed form and secured them with pegs and glue.
This successful proceeding had, however, widened the boat, and made it too flat in the middle, so that it was necessary to put ropes round it, and tighten them until the proper shape was restored before we could allow it to dry in the sun.
This successful endeavor had, however, widened the boat and made it too flat in the middle, so we needed to put ropes around it and tighten them until the proper shape was restored before we could let it dry in the sun.
This being all I could do without a greater variety of tools, I determined to complete my work in a more convenient situation, and forthwith dispatched Fritz and Jack with orders to bring the sledge (which now ran on wheels taken from gun-carriages) that the canoe might be transported direct to the vicinity of the harbor at Tentholm.
During their absence I fortunately found some wood naturally curved, just suited for ribs to support and strengthen the sides of the boat.
During their absence, I luckily found some naturally curved wood that was perfect for the ribs to support and strengthen the sides of the boat.
When the two lads returned with the sledge, it was time to rest for the night; but with early dawn we were again busily at work.
When the two guys came back with the sled, it was time to call it a night; but at dawn, we were back to work again.
The sledge was loaded with the new boat, and everything else we could pack into it, and we turned our steps homeward, finding the greatest difficulty, however, in getting our vehicle through the woods. We crossed the bamboo swamp, where I cut a fine mast for my boat, and came at length to a small opening or defile in the ridge of rocks, where a little torrent rushed from its source down into the larger stream beyond; here we determined to make a halt, in order to erect a great earth wall across the narrow gorge, which, being thickly planted with prickly pear, Indian fig, and every thorny bush we could find, would in time form an effectual barrier against the intrusion of wild beasts, the cliffs being, to the best of our belief, in every other part inaccessible. For our own convenience we retained a small winding-path through this barrier, concealing and defending it with piles of branches and thorns, and also we contrived a light drawbridge over the stream, so that we rendered the pass altogether a very strong position, should we ever have to act on the defensive.
The sled was packed with the new boat and everything else we could fit into it as we headed back home, though we had a tough time getting our vehicle through the woods. We crossed the bamboo swamp, where I cut a great mast for my boat, and finally reached a small opening in the ridge of rocks, where a little stream flowed down into the larger river below. Here, we decided to take a break and build a big earth wall across the narrow gorge, which we densely filled with prickly pear, Indian fig, and every thorny bush we could find. This would eventually create a strong barrier against wild animals since, as far as we knew, the cliffs were inaccessible everywhere else. For our convenience, we kept a small winding path through this barrier, hiding and protecting it with piles of branches and thorns. We also devised a light drawbridge over the stream, making the area a highly secure position in case we ever needed to defend ourselves.
This work occupied two days, and continuing on our way, we were glad to rest at Falconhurst before arriving (quite tired and worn out) at Tentholm.
This task took two days, and as we continued our journey, we were happy to rest at Falconhurst before arriving (somewhat tired and worn out) at Tentholm.
It took some time to recruit our strength after this long and fatiguing expedition, and then we vigorously resumed the task of finishing the canoe. The arrangements, I flattered myself, were carried out in a manner quite worthy of a ship builder; a mast, sails, and paddles were fitted, but my final touch, although I prized it highly and considered it a grand and original idea, would no doubt have excited only ridicule and contempt had it been seen by a naval man. My contrivance was this: I had a couple of large air-tight bags made of the skins of the dog-fish, well tarred and pitched, inflated, and made fast on each side of the boat, just above the level of the water. These floats, however much she might be loaded, would effectually prevent either the sinking or capsizing of my craft.
It took us a while to regain our strength after this long and exhausting trip, and then we enthusiastically got back to finishing the canoe. I convinced myself that the arrangements were done in a way that was worthy of a shipbuilder; I fitted a mast, sails, and paddles, but my final touch, which I valued greatly and thought was a brilliant and original idea, would probably have drawn nothing but laughter and scorn from any navy expert. My invention was this: I had a couple of large airtight bags made from dogfish skins, well tarred and pitched, inflated, and secured on each side of the boat, just above the waterline. These floats, no matter how much weight the canoe carried, would effectively prevent it from sinking or capsizing.
I may as well relate in this place what I omitted at the time of its occurrence. During the rainy season our cow presented us with a bull-calf, and that there might never be any difficulty in managing him, I at a very early age pierced his nose and placed a short stick in it, to be exchanged for a ring when he was old enough. The question now came to be, who should be his master, and to what should we train him?
I might as well share here what I left out when it happened. During the rainy season, our cow had a bull calf, and to make sure he was easy to handle, I pierced his nose when he was very young and put a short stick in it, which would be swapped for a ring when he was old enough. The next question was who would be his owner and what we should train him for.
"Why not teach him," said Fritz, "to fight the wild animals, and defend us, like the fighting bulls of the Hottentots? That would be really useful!"
"Why not teach him," said Fritz, "to fight wild animals and protect us, like the fighting bulls of the Hottentots? That would be really useful!"
"I am sure I should much prefer a gentle bull to a fighting one!" exclaimed his mother; "but do you mean to say tame oxen can be taught to act rationally on the defensive?"
"I’m sure I would much rather have a calm bull than an aggressive one!" exclaimed his mother; "but are you really saying that tame oxen can be trained to behave reasonably when defending themselves?"
"I can but repeat what I have heard or read," replied I, as regards the race of Hottentots who inhabit the south of Africa, among all sorts of wild and ferocious animals.
"I can only repeat what I have heard or read," I replied, about the Hottentot people who live in the southern part of Africa, amidst various wild and ferocious animals.
"The wealth of these people consists solely in their flocks and herds, and, for their protection, they train their bulls to act as guards.
"The wealth of these people is entirely in their livestock, and to protect them, they train their bulls to serve as guards."
"These courageous animals keep the rest from straying away, and when danger threatens, they give instant notice of it, drive the herd together in a mass, the calves and young cows being placed in the center; around them the bulls and strong oxen make a formidable circle with their horned heads turned to the front, offering determined resistance to the fiercest foe.
"These brave animals prevent the others from wandering off, and when danger approaches, they quickly alert everyone, herding the group together into a tight mass, with the calves and young cows positioned in the center; surrounding them, the bulls and strong oxen form a powerful circle with their horned heads facing forward, ready to stand firm against the fiercest enemy."
"These fighting bulls will even sometimes rush with dreadful bellowing to meet the enemy; and should it be a mighty lion or other strong and daring monster, sacrifice their own lives in defense of the herd.
"These fighting bulls will sometimes charge with terrifying roars to confront the enemy; and if it happens to be a powerful lion or another fierce and bold beast, they will sacrifice their own lives to protect the herd."
"It is said that formerly, when Hottentot tribes made war on one another, it was not unusual to place a troop of these stout-hearted warriors in the van of the little army, when their heroism led to decisive victory on one side or the other.
"It is said that in the past, when Hottentot tribes fought each other, it was common to put a group of these brave warriors at the front of the small army, as their courage often resulted in a clear victory for one side or the other."
"But," continued I, "although I can see you are all delighted with my description of these fine, warlike animals, I think we had better train this youngster to be a peaceable bull. Who is to have charge of him?"
"But," I continued, "even though I can tell you’re all excited about my description of these amazing, warrior-like animals, I think we should train this young one to be a calm bull. Who's going to be in charge of him?"
Ernest thought it would be more amusing to train his monkey than a calf. Jack, with the buffalo and his hunting jackal, had quite enough on his hands. Fritz was content with the onager. Their mother was voted mistress of the old gray donkey. And I myself being superintendent-in-chief of the whole establishment of animals, there remained only little Franz to whose special care the calf could be committed.
Ernest thought it would be more entertaining to train his monkey instead of a calf. Jack, with the buffalo and his hunting jackal, had more than enough to handle. Fritz was happy with the onager. Their mother was chosen to take charge of the old gray donkey. And as for me, since I was the head of the entire animal setup, there was only little Franz left, who could be entrusted with caring for the calf.
"What say you, my boy—will you undertake to look after this little fellow?"
"What do you say, my boy—will you take care of this little guy?"
"Oh, yes, father!" he replied. "Once you told me about a strong man, I think his name was Milo, and he had a tiny calf, and he used to carry it about everywhere. It grew bigger and bigger, but still he carried it often, till at last he grew so strong that when it was quite a great big ox, he could lift it as easily as ever. And so, you see, if I take care of our wee calf and teach it to do what I like, perhaps when it grows big I shall still be able to manage it, and then—oh, papa—do you think I might ride upon it?"
"Oh, yes, Dad!" he replied. "You once told me about a strong guy, I think his name was Milo, and he had a little calf that he carried around everywhere. It grew bigger and bigger, but he still carried it often. Eventually, he got so strong that when it turned into a huge ox, he could lift it just as easily. So, you see, if I take care of our little calf and teach it to do what I want, maybe when it grows up, I'll still be able to handle it, and then—oh, Dad—do you think I might be able to ride it?"
I smiled at the child's simplicity, and his funny application of the story of Milo of Cortona.
I smiled at the child's innocence and his amusing take on the story of Milo of Cortona.
"Shall I call him Grumble, father? Hear what a low muttering noise he makes!"
"Should I call him Grumble, Dad? Listen to how he constantly grumbles!"
"Grumble will do famously."
"Grumble will do great."
"Grumble, Grumble. Oh, it beats your buffalo's name hollow, Jack!"
"Grumble, Grumble. Oh, it totally outdoes your buffalo's name, Jack!"
"Not a bit," said he; "why, you can't compare the two names. Fancy mother saying, 'Here comes Franz on Grumble, but Jack riding on the Storm.' Oh, it sounds sublime!"
"Not at all," he said; "you really can't compare the two names. Just imagine mom saying, 'Here comes Franz on Grumble, but Jack riding on the Storm.' Oh, it sounds amazing!"
We named the two puppies Bruno and Fawn, and so ended this important domestic business.
We named the two puppies Bruno and Fawn, and that wrapped up this important household matter.
For two months we worked steadily at our salt-cave, in order to complete the necessary arrangement of partition walls, so as to put the rooms and stalls for the animals in comfortable order for the next long rainy season, during which time, when other work would be at a standstill, we could carry on many minor details for the improvement of the abode.
For two months, we worked consistently in our salt cave to finish setting up partition walls to arrange the rooms and stalls for the animals comfortably for the upcoming long rainy season. During that time, when other work would be paused, we could focus on many small details to improve our home.
We leveled the floors first with clay; then spread gravel mixed with melted gypsum over that, producing a smooth, hard surface, which did very well for most of the apartments; but I was ambitious of having one or two carpets, and set about making a kind of felt in the following way:
We first leveled the floors with clay, then spread gravel mixed with melted gypsum on top, creating a smooth, hard surface that worked well for most of the apartments. However, I wanted to have one or two carpets, so I started making a type of felt in this way:
I spread out a large piece of sailcloth, and covered it equally all over with a strong liquid, made of glue and isinglass, which saturated it thoroughly. On it we then laid wool and hair from the sheep and goats, which had been carefully cleaned and prepared, and rolled and beat it until it adhered tolerably smoothly to the cloth. Finally it became, when perfectly dry, a covering for the floor of our sitting room by no means to be despised.
I spread out a big piece of sailcloth and covered it evenly with a strong liquid made of glue and isinglass, which soaked into it thoroughly. Then we laid cleaned and prepared wool and hair from sheep and goats on it, rolling and beating it until it stuck to the cloth fairly smoothly. In the end, when it was completely dry, it became a covering for the floor of our living room that was definitely not to be looked down on.
One morning, just after these labors at the salt-cave were completed, happening to awake unusually early, I turned my thoughts, as I lay waiting for sunrise, to considering what length of time we had now passed on this coast, and discovered, to my surprise, that the very next day would be the anniversary of our escape from the wreck. My heart swelled with gratitude to the gracious God, who had then granted us deliverance, and ever since had loaded us with benefits; and I resolved to set to-morrow apart as a day of thanksgiving, in joyful celebration of the occasion.
One morning, right after we finished our work at the salt cave, I happened to wake up unusually early. As I lay there waiting for the sunrise, I started thinking about how much time we had spent on this coast and realized, to my surprise, that the very next day would mark the anniversary of our escape from the shipwreck. My heart filled with gratitude to the kind God, who had saved us then and had continued to bless us since; I decided to set tomorrow aside as a day of thanksgiving, celebrating this occasion joyfully.
My mind was full of indefinite plans when I rose, and the day's work began as usual. I took care that everything should be cleaned, cleared, and set in order both outside and inside our dwelling; none, however, suspecting that there was any particular object in view. Other more private preparations I also made for the next day. At supper I made the coming event known to the assembled family.
My mind was full of vague plans when I got up, and the day's work started as usual. I made sure everything was cleaned, cleared, and organized both outside and inside our home; nobody suspected that there was anything specific going on. I also made some more personal preparations for the following day. At dinner, I informed the family gathered around the table about the upcoming event.
"Good people, do you know that to-morrow is a very great and important day? We shall have to keep it in honor of our merciful escape to this land, and call it Thanksgiving-Day."
"Good people, do you know that tomorrow is a very important day? We should celebrate it in honor of our fortunate arrival in this land and call it Thanksgiving Day."
Every one was surprised to hear that we had already been twelve months in the country—indeed, my wife believed I might be mistaken, until I showed her how I had calculated regularly ever since the 31st of January, on which day we were wrecked, by marking off in my almanac the Sundays as they arrived for the remaining eleven months of that year.
Everyone was surprised to hear that we had already been in the country for twelve months. In fact, my wife thought I might be wrong until I showed her how I had kept track since January 31st, the day we were shipwrecked, by marking off Sundays in my calendar for the remaining eleven months of that year.
"Since then," I added, "I have counted thirty-one days. This is the 1st of February. We landed on the 2d, therefore to-morrow is the anniversary of the day of our escape. As my bookseller has not sent me an almanac for the present year, we must henceforth reckon for ourselves."
"Since then," I added, "I've counted thirty-one days. Today is February 1st. We landed on the 2nd, so tomorrow is the anniversary of our escape. Since my bookseller hasn't sent me an almanac for this year, we'll have to keep track for ourselves from now on."
"Oh, that will be good fun for us," said Ernest. "We must have a long stick, like Robinson Crusoe, and cut a notch in it every day, and count them up every now and then, to see how the weeks and months and years go by."
"Oh, that will be such fun for us," said Ernest. "We should get a long stick, like Robinson Crusoe, and make a notch in it every day, then count them up every now and then to track how the weeks, months, and years pass by."
"The year contains 365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes, and 45 seconds," returned he promptly.
"The year has 365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes, and 45 seconds," he replied immediately.
"Perfectly correct!" said I, smiling; "but you would get in a mess with those spare hours, minutes, and seconds in a year or two, wouldn't you?"
"Absolutely right!" I said with a smile, "but you'd really struggle with those spare hours, minutes, and seconds in a year or two, wouldn't you?"
"Not at all! Every four years I would add them all together, make a day, stick it into February, and call that year leap year."
"Not at all! Every four years I would sum them all up, create a day, put it into February, and call that year a leap year."
"Well done, Professor Ernest! We must elect you astronomer royal in this our kingdom, and let you superintend and regulate everything connected with the lapse of time, clocks and watches included."
"Great job, Professor Ernest! We should make you the royal astronomer in our kingdom and let you oversee and manage everything related to the passage of time, including clocks and watches."
Before they went to sleep, I could hear my boys whispering among themselves, about "father's mysterious allusions" to next day's festival and rejoicings; but I offered no explanations, and went to sleep, little guessing that the rogues had laid a counter-plot, far more surprising than my simple plan for their diversion.
Before they went to sleep, I could hear my boys whispering to each other about "dad's mysterious hints" about the festival and celebrations happening the next day; but I didn't offer any explanations and went to sleep, not realizing that the little rascals had come up with a counter-plot that was way more surprising than my simple plan to entertain them.
Nothing less than roar of artillery startled me from sleep at daybreak next morning. I sprang up and found my wife as much alarmed as I was by the noise, otherwise I should have been inclined to believe it fancy.
Nothing less than the roar of cannon fire woke me from sleep at daybreak the next morning. I jumped up and found my wife just as startled by the noise as I was; otherwise, I might have thought it was just my imagination.
"Fritz! dress quickly and come with me!" cried I, turning to his hammock. Lo, it was empty! neither he nor Jack were to be seen.
"Fritz! Get dressed quickly and come with me!" I shouted, turning to his hammock. But it was empty! Neither he nor Jack was anywhere to be seen.
Altogether bewildered, I was hastily dressing, when their voices were heard, and they rushed in shouting:
Altogether confused, I was quickly getting dressed when their voices were heard, and they burst in shouting:
"Hurrah! didn't we rouse you with a right good thundering salute?"
"Hooray! Didn't we wake you up with a great big thundering salute?"
But perceiving at a glance that we had been seriously alarmed, Fritz hastened to apologize for the thoughtless way in which they had sought to do honor to the Day of Thanksgiving, without considering that an unexpected cannon-shot would startle us unpleasantly from our slumbers.
But seeing right away that we were really startled, Fritz quickly apologized for the careless way they tried to celebrate Thanksgiving, without thinking that an unexpected cannon blast would disturb our sleep.
Afterward we sat together for a long time, enjoying the calm beauty of the morning, and talking of all that had taken place on the memorable days of the storm a year ago; for I desired that the awful events of that time should live in the remembrance of my children with a deepening sense of gratitude for our deliverance. Therefore I read aloud passages from my journal, as well as many beautiful verses from the Psalms, expressive of joyful praise and thanksgiving, so that even the youngest among us was impressed and solemnized at the recollections of escape from a terrible death, and also led to bless and praise the name of the Lord our Deliverer.
Afterward, we sat together for a long time, enjoying the peaceful beauty of the morning and recalling everything that happened during the memorable storm a year ago. I wanted my children to remember the terrifying events of that time with a deeper sense of gratitude for our survival. So, I read aloud passages from my journal and many beautiful verses from the Psalms that expressed joyful praise and thanks. Even the youngest among us felt the weight of our memories of escaping a terrible death, and they too were inspired to bless and praise the name of the Lord our Deliverer.
Dinner followed shortly after this happy service, and I then announced for the afternoon a "Grand Display of Athletic Sports," in which I and my wife were to be spectators and judges.
Dinner came soon after this joyful event, and I then announced a "Grand Display of Athletic Sports" for the afternoon, where my wife and I would be spectators and judges.
"Father, what a grand idea!"
"Dad, what a great idea!"
"Oh, how jolly! Are we to run races?"
"Oh, how fun! Are we going to race?"
"And prizes! Will there be prizes, father?"
"And prizes! Will there be prizes, Dad?"
"The judges offer prizes for competition in every sort of manly exercise," replied I. "Shooting, running, riding, leaping, climbing, swimming; we will have an exhibition of your skill in all. Now for it!"
"The judges give prizes for competitions in all kinds of athletic activities," I replied. "Shooting, running, riding, jumping, climbing, swimming; we’ll showcase your skills in everything. Let’s go for it!"
"Trumpeters! sound for the opening of the lists."
"Trumpeters! play the fanfare to start the tournament."
Uttering these last words in a stentorian voice and wildly waving my arms toward a shady spot, where the ducks and geese were quietly resting, had the absurd effect I intended.
Uttering these last words in a loud voice and wildly waving my arms toward a shady spot, where the ducks and geese were peacefully resting, created the absurd effect I intended.
Up they all started in a fright, gabbling and quacking loudly, to the infinite amusement of the children, who began to bustle about in eager preparations for the contest, and begging to know with what they were to begin.
Up they all jumped in a panic, chattering and quacking loudly, to the endless delight of the children, who started rushing around in excited preparations for the contest, eager to find out what they should start with.
"Let us have shooting first, and the rest when the heat of the day declines. Here is a mark I have got ready for you," said I, producing a board roughly shaped like a kangaroo, and of about the size of one. This target was admired, but Jack could not rest satisfied till he had added ears, and a long leather strap for a tail.
"Let’s do some shooting first, and we can tackle the rest when the day cools down. Here’s a target I’ve prepared for ," I said, pulling out a board roughly shaped like a kangaroo and about the same size. Everyone admired the target, but Jack wouldn’t be satisfied until he added ears and a long leather strap for a tail.
It was then fixed in the attitude most characteristic of the creature, and the distance for firing measured off. Each of the three competitors was to fire twice.
It was then set in the position most typical of the creature, and the distance for firing was marked out. Each of the three competitors was to take two shots.
Fritz hit the kangaroo's head each time; Ernest hit the body once; and Jack, by a lucky chance, shot the ears clean away from the head, which feat raised a shout of laughter.
Fritz hit the kangaroo's head every time; Ernest hit the body once; and Jack, by a lucky chance, shot the ears right off the head, which made everyone burst into laughter.
A second trial with pistols ensued, in which Fritz again came off victor.
A second pistol trial followed, in which Fritz emerged victorious once more.
Then desiring the competitors to load with small shot, I threw a little board as high as I possibly could up in the air, each in turn aiming at and endeavoring to hit it before it touched the ground.
Then wanting the competitors to use small pellets, I tossed a small board as high as I could into the air, and each in turn tried to hit it before it hit the ground.
In this I found to my surprise that the sedate Ernest succeeded quite as well as his more impetuous brother Fritz.
In this, I was surprised to find that the calm Ernest did just as well as his more impulsive brother Fritz.
As for Jack, his flying board escaped wholly uninjured.
As for Jack, his flying board came away completely unscathed.
After this followed archery, which I liked to encourage, foreseeing that a time might come when ammunition would fail; and in this practice I saw with pleasure that my elder sons were really skillful, while even little Franz acquitted himself well.
After that came archery, which I liked to promote, anticipating that a time might come when ammunition would run out; and in this practice, I was pleased to see that my older sons were truly skilled, while even little Franz did pretty well.
A pause ensued, and then I started a running match.
A pause followed, and then I began a race.
Fritz, Ernest, and Jack were to run to Falconhurst, by the most direct path. The first to reach the tree was to bring me, in proof of his success, a penknife I had accidentally left on the table in my sleeping room.
Fritz, Ernest, and Jack were set to run to Falconhurst by the quickest route. The first one to get to the tree would bring me a penknife I had accidentally left on the table in my bedroom as proof of their success.
At a given signal, away went the racers in fine style. Fritz and Jack, putting forth all their powers, took the lead at once, running in advance of Ernest, who started at a good, steady pace, which I predicted he would be better able to maintain than such a furious rate as his brothers.
At a given signal, the racers took off in style. Fritz and Jack, giving it their all, quickly took the lead, running ahead of Ernest, who started at a good, steady pace that I thought he would be better able to maintain than the speedy pace of his brothers.
"Hullo!" cried I, "what sort of footrace do you call this, Master Jack?"
"Helloo!" I exclaimed, "what kind of footrace is this, Master Jack?"
He shouted merrily as he dashed up to us; then flinging himself off and saluting us in a playful way:
He shouted happily as he ran up to us, then jumped off and greeted us playfully:
"I very soon saw," said he, "that I hadn't a chance; so renouncing all idea of the prize, I caught Storm, and made him gallop home with me, to be in time to see the others come puffing in. Lightfoot and old Grizzle chose to join me—I never invited them!"
"I quickly realized," he said, "that I didn’t have a chance; so giving up on the prize altogether, I grabbed Storm and made him run home with me to be in time to see the others arrive, panting. Lightfoot and old Grizzle decided to join me—I never invited them!"
By and by the other boys arrived, Ernest holding up the knife in token of being the winner; and after hearing all particulars about the running, and that he had reached Falconhurst two minutes before Fritz, we proceeded to test the climbing powers of the youthful athletes.
Eventually, the other boys showed up, with Ernest holding up the knife as a sign that he was the winner. After hearing all the details about the race and that he had reached Falconhurst two minutes ahead of Fritz, we got ready to see how well the young athletes could climb.
In this exercise Jack performed wonders. He ascended with remarkable agility the highest palms whose stems he could clasp. And when he put on his shark-skin buskins, which enabled him to take firm hold of larger trees, he played antics like a squirrel or a monkey, peeping and grinning at us, at first on one side of the stem, and then on the other, in a most diverting way.
In this exercise, Jack did amazing things. He climbed the tallest palm trees with incredible speed and skill. And when he wore his shark-skin boots, which helped him grip onto bigger trees, he performed tricks like a squirrel or a monkey, peeking and grinning at us first from one side of the trunk and then from the other, in a really entertaining way.
Fritz and Ernest climbed well, but could not come near the grace and skill of their active and lively young brother.
Fritz and Ernest climbed well, but they couldn't match the grace and skill of their energetic and lively younger brother.
Riding followed, and marvelous feats were performed, Fritz and Jack proving themselves very equal in their management of their different steeds.
Riding came next, and amazing stunts were performed, with Fritz and Jack showing they were equally skilled in handling their different horses.
I thought the riding was over, when little Franz appeared from the stable in the cave, leading young Grumble, the bull-calf, with a neat saddle of kangaroo hide, and a bridle passed through his nose ring.
I thought the ride was done when little Franz came out of the stable in the cave, leading young Grumble, the bull-calf, with a stylish saddle made from kangaroo hide and a bridle through his nose ring.
The child saluted us with a pretty little air of confidence, exclaiming:
The child greeted us with a charming sense of confidence, saying:
Then taking a whip and holding the end of a long cord, he made the animal, at the word of command, walk, trot, and gallop in a circle round him.
Then, taking a whip and holding the end of a long cord, he made the animal, at his command, walk, trot, and gallop in a circle around him.
He afterward mounted, and showed off Grumble's somewhat awkward paces.
He then got on and demonstrated Grumble's rather clumsy movements.
The sports were concluded by swimming matches, and the competitors found a plunge in salt water very refreshing after their varied exertions.
The sports ended with swimming matches, and the competitors found a dip in the saltwater very refreshing after their different activities.
Fritz showed himself a master in the art. At home in the element, no moment betokened either exertion or weariness.
Fritz demonstrated his mastery of the craft. Comfortable in his element, he showed no signs of effort or fatigue at any moment.
Ernest exhibited too much anxiety and effort, while Jack was far too violent and hasty, and soon became exhausted.
Ernest showed too much anxiety and put in too much effort, while Jack was way too aggressive and rushed, and soon wore himself out.
Franz gave token of future skill.
Franz showed signs of future talent.
By this time, as it was getting late, we returned to our dwelling, the mother having preceded us in order to make arrangements for the ceremony of prize-giving.
By this time, as it was getting late, we headed back to our home, with our mother going ahead to prepare for the award ceremony.
We found her seated in great state, with the prizes set out by her side.
We found her sitting grandly, with the prizes arranged beside her.
The boys marched in pretending to play various instruments in imitation of a band, and then all four, bowing respectfully, stood before her, like the victors in a tournament of old, awaiting the reward of valor from the Queen of Beauty, which she bestowed with a few words of praise and encouragement.
The boys marched in, pretending to play different instruments like a band, and then all four, bowing respectfully, stood before her, like champions in an old tournament, waiting for their reward of bravery from the Queen of Beauty, which she granted with a few words of praise and encouragement.
Fritz, to his immense delight, received, as the prize for shooting and swimming, a splendid double-barreled rifle, and a beautiful hunting-knife.
Fritz, to his great joy, received as the prize for shooting and swimming a wonderful double-barreled rifle and a stunning hunting knife.
To Ernest, as winner of the running match, was given a handsome gold watch.
To Ernest, the winner of the running race, was awarded a beautiful gold watch.
For climbing and riding, Jack had a pair of silver plated spurs, and a riding whip, both of which gave him extraordinary pleasure.
For climbing and riding, Jack had a pair of silver-plated spurs and a riding whip, both of which gave him great pleasure.
When the ceremony was supposed to be over, I advanced, and solemnly presented to my wife a lovely work-box, filled with every imaginable requirement for a lady's work-table, which she accepted with equal surprise and delight.
When the ceremony was about to end, I stepped forward and formally gave my wife a beautiful work-box, packed with everything a lady might need for her sewing table, which she accepted with both surprise and joy.
The whole entertainment afforded the boys such intense pleasure, and their spirits rose to such a pitch, that nothing would serve them but another salvo of artillery, in order to close with befitting dignity and honor so great a day. They gave me no peace till they had leave to squander some gunpowder, and then at last their excited feelings seeming relieved, we were able to sit down to supper; shortly afterward we joined in family worship and retired to rest.
The whole entertainment brought the boys so much joy that their spirits soared, and all they wanted was another round of cannon fire to end such a significant day with the right sense of dignity and honor. They wouldn't let up until they were allowed to use some gunpowder, and finally, with their excitement calmed, we were able to sit down for supper. Soon after, we took part in family worship and then went to bed.
Soon after the great festival of our grand Thanksgiving-Day I recollected that it was now the time when, the figs at Falconhurst being ripe, immense flocks of ortolans and wild pigeons were attracted thither, and as we had found those preserved last year of the greatest use among our stores of winter provisions, I would not miss the opportunity of renewing our stock; and therefore, laying aside the building work, we removed with all speed to our home in the tree, where sure enough we found the first detachment of the birds already busy with the fruit.
Soon after the big celebration of Thanksgiving, I remembered that it was the time when the figs at Falconhurst were ripe, attracting large flocks of ortolans and wild pigeons. Since we found the preserved ones from last year really helpful in our winter supplies, I didn’t want to miss the chance to restock. So, putting aside our construction work, we quickly returned to our home in the tree, where we found the first group of birds already feasting on the fruit.
In order to spare ammunition, I resolved to concoct a strong sort of birdlime, of which I had read in some account of the Palm Islanders, who make it of fresh caoutchouc mixed with oil, and of so good a quality that it has been known to catch even peacocks and turkeys.
To save ammo, I decided to make a strong type of birdlime that I had read about in a report about the Palm Islanders. They create it from fresh rubber mixed with oil, and it's so effective that it has been known to catch even peacocks and turkeys.
Fritz and Jack were therefore dispatched to collect some fresh caoutchouc from the trees, and as this involved a good gallop on Storm and Lightfoot, they, nothing loth, set off.
Fritz and Jack were sent to gather some fresh rubber from the trees, and since this meant a good ride on Storm and Lightfoot, they happily took off.
They took a supply of calabashes, in which to bring the gum, and we found it high time to manufacture a fresh stock of these useful vessels. I was beginning to propose an expedition to the Gourd-tree Wood, regretting the time it would take to go such a distance, when my wife reminded me of her plantation near the potato field.
They grabbed some calabashes to collect the gum, and we realized it was about time to make more of these handy containers. I was starting to suggest an expedition to the Gourd-tree Wood, feeling frustrated about how long it would take to travel that far, when my wife reminded me of her plantation close to the potato field.
There to our joy we found that all the plants were flourishing, and crops of gourds and pumpkins, in all stages of ripeness, covered the ground.
There, to our delight, we discovered that all the plants were thriving, and fields of gourds and pumpkins, at every stage of ripeness, blanketed the ground.
Selecting a great number suited to our purpose, we hastened home, and began the manufacture of basins, dishes, plates, flasks, and spoons of all sorts and sizes, with even greater success than before.
Choosing a large quantity that fit our needs, we rushed home and started making basins, dishes, plates, flasks, and spoons of all kinds and sizes, with even greater success than before.
When the riders returned with the caoutchouc, they brought several novelties besides.
When the riders came back with the rubber, they also brought several new items with them.
A crane, for example, shot by Fritz, and an animal which they called a marmot, but which to me seemed much more like a badger.
A crane, for instance, shot by Fritz, and an animal they referred to as a marmot, but which to me looked much more like a badger.
Aniseed, turpentine, and wax berries for candles, they had also collected, and a curious root which they introduced by the name of the monkey plant.
Anise, turpentine, and wax berries for candles were also gathered, along with a strange root they called the monkey plant.
"And pray wherefore 'monkey plant,' may I ask?"
"And may I ask, what do you mean by 'monkey plant'?"
"Well, for this reason, father," answered Fritz: "we came upon an open space in the forest near Woodlands, and perceived a troop of monkeys, apparently engaged, as Jack said, in cultivating the soil! Being curious to make out what they were at, we tied up the dogs, as well as Storm and Lightfoot, and crept near enough to see that the apes were most industriously grubbing up and eating roots. This they did in a way that nearly choked us with laughter, for when the root was rather hard to pull up, and the leaves were torn off, they seized it firmly in their teeth, and flung themselves fairly heels-over-head in the most ludicrous fashion you ever saw, and up came the root, unable to resist the leverage! Of course we wanted to see what this dainty morsel was like, so we loosed the dogs, and the apes cleared out double quick, leaving plenty of the roots about. We tasted them, and thought them very nice. Will you try one?"
"Well, for that reason, Dad," Fritz replied, "we found an open spot in the forest near Woodlands and saw a group of monkeys, apparently busy, as Jack said, with farming! Curious to figure out what they were doing, we tied up the dogs, along with Storm and Lightfoot, and crept close enough to see that the apes were really working hard to dig up and eat roots. It was so hilarious that we could hardly contain our laughter because when the roots were tough to pull out and the leaves got ripped off, they would grab it tightly in their mouths and flip over in the most ridiculous way you can imagine, and up would come the root, not able to resist the pull! Naturally, we wanted to see what this tasty treat was like, so we let the dogs go, and the monkeys bolted fast, leaving plenty of roots behind. We tried them and thought they were quite good. Want to give one a try?"
"In China it is considered so strengthening and wholesome that it is used as a sort of universal medicine, being supposed to prolong human life.
"In China, it's seen as so beneficial and nurturing that it's used as a kind of universal remedy, believed to extend human life."
"The emperor alone has the right to permit it to be gathered, and guards are placed round land where it grows.
"The emperor is the only one who can allow it to be collected, and there are guards stationed around the land where it grows."
"Ginseng is to be found in Tartary, and has lately been discovered in Canada; it is cultivated in Pennsylvania, because the Americans introduce it secretly into China as smuggled merchandise."
"Ginseng can be found in Tartary and has recently been discovered in Canada; it's grown in Pennsylvania because Americans secretly sell it as smuggled goods in China."
Fritz then continued:
Fritz then went on:
"After this we went on to Woodlands; but mercy on us! what a confusion the place was in! Everything smashed or torn, and covered with mud and dirt; the fowls terrified, the sheep and goats scattered, the contents of the rooms dashed about as if a whirlwind had swept through the house."
"After this, we headed to Woodlands; but oh no! what a mess the place was in! Everything was broken or ripped apart, covered in mud and dirt; the chickens were scared, the sheep and goats were all over the place, and the stuff inside the rooms was thrown around as if a tornado had gone through the house."
"What!" I exclaimed, while my wife looked horrified at the news, conjuring up in her imagination hordes of savages who would soon come and lay waste Falconhurst and Tentholm as well as Woodlands. "How can that have happened? Did you discover the authors of all this mischief?"
"What!" I exclaimed, while my wife looked horrified at the news, conjuring up in her mind images of hordes of savages who would soon come and destroy Falconhurst, Tentholm, and Woodlands. "How could that have happened? Did you find out who was behind all this trouble?"
"Oh," said Jack, "it was easy to see that those dreadful monkeys had done it all. First they must have got into the yards and sheds, and hunted the fowls and creatures about; and then I dare say the cunning rascals put a little monkey in at some small opening, and bid him unfasten the shutters—you know what nimble fingers they have. Then of course the whole posse of them swarmed into our nice tidy cottage and skylarked with every single thing they could lay paws on, till perhaps they got hungry all at once, and bethought them of the 'ginseng,' as you call it, out in the woods yonder, where we found them so busy refreshing themselves, the mischievous villains!"
"Oh," said Jack, "it was clear that those awful monkeys were behind it all. First, they must have gotten into the yards and sheds, chasing the birds and animals around; and then I bet those sneaky little rascals sent in one of their own through a small opening to loosen the shutters—you know how quick and nimble they are. So, of course, the whole group rushed into our nice, tidy cottage and messed around with everything they could grab, until maybe they all got hungry at once and remembered the 'ginseng,' as you call it, out in the woods over there, where we found them busy helping themselves, those mischievous troublemakers!"
"While we were gazing at all this ruin in a sort of bewilderment," pursued Fritz, "we heard a sound of rushing wings and strange ringing cries, as of multitudes of birds passing high above us, and looking up we perceived them flying quickly in a wedge-shaped flock at a great height in the air. They began gradually to descend, taking the direction of the lake, and separated into a number of small detachments, which followed in a long, straight line, and at a slower rate, the movements of the leaders, who appeared to be examining the neighborhood. We could now see what large birds they must be, but dared not show ourselves or follow them, lest they should take alarm.
"While we were staring at all this destruction in a sort of bewilderment," Fritz continued, "we heard the sound of rushing wings and strange cries, like a huge flock of birds flying high above us. When we looked up, we saw them flying quickly in a wedge-shaped formation at a great height. They started to descend gradually, heading towards the lake, and split into several small groups that followed in a long, straight line at a slower pace, mirroring the movements of the leaders, who seemed to be scouting the area. We could finally see how large these birds were, but we didn’t dare reveal ourselves or follow them, for fear they might get startled."
"Presently, and with one accord, they quickened their motion, just as if the band had begun to play a quick march after a slow one, and rapidly descended to earth in a variety of lively ways, and near enough for us to see that they must be cranes.
"Right now, all together, they stepped up their pace, just like a band starting a fast march after a slow one, and quickly came down to earth in a bunch of lively ways, close enough for us to see that they had to be cranes."
"Some alighted at once, while others hovered sportively over them. Many darted to the ground, and, just touching it, would soar again upward with a strong but somewhat heavy flight.
"Some landed right away, while others playfully hovered above them. Many darted down to the ground, and just as they touched it, they would take off again with a strong but somewhat heavy flight."
"After gamboling in this way for a time, the whole multitude, as though at the word of command, alighted on the rice fields, and began to feast on the fresh grain.
"After playing around like this for a while, the entire crowd, as if on cue, landed in the rice fields and started to enjoy the fresh grain."
"We thought now was our time to get a shot at the cranes, and cautiously approached; but they were too cunning to let themselves be surprised, and we came unexpectedly upon their out-posts or sentinels, who instantly sprang into the air, uttering loud, trumpet-like cries, upon which the whole flock arose and followed them with a rush like a sudden squall of wind. We were quite startled, and it was useless to attempt a shot; but unwilling to miss the chance of securing at least one of the birds, I hastily unhooded my eagle, and threw him into the air.
"We thought it was finally our chance to go after the cranes, so we approached carefully. But they were too smart to get caught off guard, and we stumbled upon their scouts. They immediately took flight, letting out loud, trumpet-like calls, which caused the entire flock to rise up in a rush like a sudden gust of wind. We were really taken aback, and there was no point in trying to take a shot. However, not wanting to miss the opportunity to catch at least one of the birds, I quickly unhooded my eagle and sent him soaring into the sky."
"Hastening forward, to my grief I found the beautiful crane already dead. The eagle, luckily unhurt, was rewarded with a small pigeon from my game-bag.
"Hurrying forward, to my sorrow I found the beautiful crane already dead. The eagle, fortunately unharmed, was rewarded with a small pigeon from my game bag."
"After this we went back to Woodlands, got some turpentine and a bag of rice—and set off for home."
"After this, we returned to Woodlands, picked up some turpentine and a bag of rice—and headed home."
Fritz's interesting story being ended, and supper ready, we made trial of the new roots, and found them very palatable, either boiled or stewed; the monkey plant, however, if it really proved to be the ginseng of the Chinese, would require to be used with caution, being of an aromatic and heating nature.
Fritz's interesting story finished, and dinner ready, we tried the new roots and found them really tasty, whether boiled or stewed; the monkey plant, however, if it really turned out to be the ginseng of the Chinese, would need to be used carefully, as it's aromatic and warming in nature.
We resolved to transplant a supply of both roots to our kitchen garden.
We decided to move some of both types of roots to our kitchen garden.
CHAPTER X.
Birdlime—A midnight raid—The massacre at Woodlands—Capture of Molucca pigeons—A pigeon house—Fritz and I prepare a magic trick—Great success of our experiment—Lichen and nutmegs discovered—Jack's adventure—The loom built—Winter supplies prepared—The rainy season begins—The inside of our house arranged—We study languages—The return of spring—A stranded whale—A report on coral—We start working on the whale's carcass—Comments on the habits of the whale.
On the following morning we were early astir; and as soon as breakfast was over, we went regularly to work with the birdlime. The tough, adhesive mixture of caoutchouc, oil, and turpentine turned out well.
On the next morning, we got up early; and as soon as breakfast was done, we got straight to work with the birdlime. The strong, sticky mix of rubber, oil, and turpentine worked out perfectly.
The boys brought rods, which I smeared over, and made them place among the upper branches, where the fruit was plentiful, and the birds most congregated.
The boys brought sticks, which I covered with something, and had them put among the upper branches, where the fruit was abundant and most of the birds gathered.
The prodigious number of the pigeons, far beyond those of last year, reminded me that we had not then, as now, witnessed their arrival at their feeding-places, but had seen only the last body of the season, a mere party of stragglers, compared to the masses which now weighed down the branches of all the trees in the neighborhood.
The huge number of pigeons, way more than last year, reminded me that back then we hadn’t seen them arrive at their feeding spots like we do now; we only saw the last few of the season, just a handful of stragglers, unlike the crowds that now filled the branches of all the trees in the area.
The sweet acorns of the evergreen oaks were also patronized; large flocks were then congregated; and from the state of the ground under the trees it was evident that at night they roosted on the branches. Seeing this, I determined to make a raid upon them by torchlight, after the manner of the colonists in Virginia.
The sweet acorns from the evergreen oaks were also used; large flocks gathered together; and from the condition of the ground under the trees, it was clear that they roosted on the branches at night. Seeing this, I decided to go after them by torchlight, like the settlers in Virginia.
Meantime, the birdlime acted well: the pigeons alighting, stuck fast. The more they fluttered and struggled, the more completely were they bedaubed with the tenacious mixture, and at length, with piteous cries, fell to the ground, bearing the sticks with them. The birds were then removed, fresh lime spread, and the snare set again.
Meantime, the birdlime worked effectively: the pigeons landed and got stuck. The more they flapped and fought, the more they were covered in the sticky substance, and eventually, with pitiful cries, they fell to the ground, bringing the branches with them. The birds were then taken away, fresh lime applied, and the trap reset.
The boys quickly became able to carry on the work without my assistance; so, leaving it to them, I went to prepare torches, with pine wood and turpentine, for the night attack.
The boys quickly learned to handle the work on their own, so I left it to them and went to prep torches using pine wood and turpentine for the nighttime attack.
Jack presently brought a very pretty pigeon, unlike the rest, to show me, as he felt unwilling to kill it; and seeing that it must be one of our own European breed, which we wished to preserve until their numbers greatly increased, I took the trembling captive, and gently cleansed its feet and wings with oil and ashes from the stiff, sticky mess with which it was bedaubed, placing it then in a wicker cage, and telling Jack to bring me any others like it which were caught. This he did; and we secured several pairs, greatly to my satisfaction, as having necessarily let them go free when we landed, they had become quite wild and we derived no advantage from them: whereas now we would have a cot, and pigeon-pie whenever we liked.
Jack brought me a really pretty pigeon, different from the others, because he didn't want to kill it. Seeing that it had to be one of our own European breed that we wanted to save until their numbers increased, I took the trembling bird and carefully cleaned its feet and wings with oil and ashes to get rid of the sticky mess it was covered in. I then placed it in a wicker cage and told Jack to bring me any others like it that he caught. He did just that, and we managed to secure several pairs, which really made me happy. Since we had to release them when we landed, they had become quite wild and we weren't able to benefit from them. But now we would have a coop and be able to enjoy pigeon pie whenever we wanted.
When evening drew on, we set out for the wood of sweet acorns, provided merely with long bamboo canes, torches, and canvas sacks.
When evening arrived, we headed out to the oak grove, equipped only with long bamboo sticks, torches, and canvas bags.
These weapons appeared very curious and insufficient to the children; but their use was speedily apparent; for darkness having come upon us almost before we reached the wood, I lighted the torches, and perceived, as I expected, that every branch was thickly laden with ortolans and wild pigeons, who were roosting there in amazing numbers.
These weapons seemed strange and inadequate to the children; but their purpose became clear quickly; for darkness fell upon us almost as soon as we reached the woods, I lit the torches and saw, as I had anticipated, that every branch was heavy with ortolans and wild pigeons, which were roosting there in incredible numbers.
Suddenly aroused by the glare of light, confusion prevailed among the terrified birds, who fluttered helplessly through the branches, dazzled and bewildered, and many falling, even before we began to use the sticks, were picked up, and put in the bags. When we beat and struck the branches, it was as much as my wife and Franz could do to gather up the quantities of pigeons that soon lay on the ground. The sacks were speedily quite full. We turned homeward, and on reaching Falconhurst, put our booty in safety, and gladly withdrew to rest.
Suddenly disturbed by the bright light, confusion swept over the scared birds, which flapped helplessly through the branches, blinded and disoriented, with many falling even before we started using the sticks, getting picked up and put in the bags. When we beat against the branches, it was all my wife and Franz could do to collect the piles of pigeons that quickly ended up on the ground. The bags were soon completely full. We headed home, and once we arrived at Falconhurst, we stored our catch safely and happily took a break to rest.
I hoped, could I but catch the mischievous rascals at their work of destruction, to inflict upon them such a chastisement as would effectually make them shun the neighborhood of our farm for the future.
I hoped that if I could catch the naughty troublemakers in the act of their destruction, I would punish them in a way that would make them stay away from our farm for good.
My wife provided us with a good store of provisions, as we were likely to be absent several days, while she, with Franz and Turk, remained at home.
My wife stocked us up with plenty of supplies since we were probably going to be gone for several days, while she stayed home with Franz and Turk.
I took with me abundance of specially prepared birdlime, far stronger than that which we used for the pigeons; a number of short posts, plenty of string, and a supply of cocoanut shells and gourds.
I brought a lot of specially made birdlime, which was way stronger than what we used for the pigeons; a bunch of short posts, a lot of string, and a stock of coconut shells and gourds.
The buffalo carried all these things, and one or two of the boys beside. I myself bestrode the ass, and in due time we arrived at a convenient spot in the forest, near Woodlands, well concealed by thick bushes and underwood, where we made a little encampment, pitching the small tent, and tethering the animals. The dogs, too, were tied up, lest they should roam about and betray our presence.
The buffalo carried all this stuff, along with one or two of the boys next to it. I rode the donkey, and eventually, we reached a good spot in the forest near Woodlands, well hidden by dense bushes and undergrowth. There, we set up a small camp, pitched the little tent, and secured the animals. The dogs were also tied up to prevent them from wandering off and revealing our location.
We found the cottage quiet and deserted; and I lost no time in preparing for the reception of visitors, hoping to be all ready for them and out of sight before they arrived.
We found the cottage quiet and empty, and I quickly got ready for guests, hoping to be all set and out of view before they showed up.
We drove the stakes lightly into the ground, so as to form an irregular paling round the house, winding string in and out in all directions between them thus making a kind of labyrinth, through which it would be impossible to pass without touching either the stakes or the cords.
We gently drove the stakes into the ground to create an uneven fence around the house, weaving string in and out in all directions between them, forming a sort of maze that would make it impossible to get through without touching either the stakes or the cords.
Everything was plentifully besmeared with birdlime, and basins of the mixture were set in all directions, strewn with rice, maize, and other dainties for bait.
Everything was generously covered with birdlime, and bowls of the mixture were placed all around, scattered with rice, corn, and other tasty treats for bait.
Very early in the morning we heard a confused noise, such as we knew betokened the approach of a large number of apes. We armed ourselves with strong clubs and cudgels, and holding the dogs in leash, made our way silently behind the thickets, till, ourselves unseen, we could command a view of all that went on; and strange indeed was the scene which ensued!
Very early in the morning, we heard a chaotic noise that we recognized as the approach of a large group of apes. We grabbed sturdy clubs and sticks, keeping the dogs on leashes, and quietly moved behind the bushes until we could see everything without being noticed. The scene that followed was truly strange!
The noise of rustling, cracking, and creaking among the branches, with horrid cries, and shrieks, and chattering, increased to a degree sufficient to make us perfectly giddy; and then out from the forest poured the whole disorderly rabble of monkeys, scrambling, springing, leaping from the trees, racing and tumbling across the grassy space toward the house; when, at once attracted by the novelties they saw, they made for the jars and bowls.
The sounds of rustling, cracking, and creaking among the branches, along with terrible cries, shrieks, and chatter, grew so loud that we felt completely dizzy; then suddenly, the entire chaotic crowd of monkeys burst out of the forest, scrambling, jumping, and leaping from the trees, racing and tumbling across the grassy area toward the house. Once they spotted the interesting things around them, they headed straight for the jars and bowls.
They saw innumerable; but the confused, rapid way in which they swarmed hither and thither, made it difficult to judge accurately of their numbers. They dashed fearlessly through and over the palings in all directions, some rushing at the eatables, some scrambling on to the roof, where they commenced tugging at the wooden pegs, with a view to forcing an entrance.
They saw countless animals, but the chaotic and fast way they moved around made it hard to get a good sense of how many there were. They charged boldly through and over the fences in all directions, some going for the food, while others climbed onto the roof, where they started pulling at the wooden pegs, trying to break in.
Gradually, however, as they rambled over the place, all in turn became besmeared with our birdlime on head, paws, or back or breast. The wretched predicament of the apes increased every instant.
Gradually, as they wandered around the area, they all ended up covered in our birdlime on their heads, paws, backs, or chests. The miserable situation of the apes grew worse by the moment.
Some sat down, and with the most ludicrous gestures, tried to clean themselves. Others were hopelessly entangled in stakes and cordage, which they trailed about after them, looking the picture of bewildered despair.
Some sat down and, with the most ridiculous gestures, tried to clean themselves. Others were hopelessly tangled in stakes and ropes, dragging them around and looking completely bewildered and hopeless.
Others, again, endeavored to help one another, and stuck fast together; the more they pulled, and tugged, and kicked the worse became their plight.
Others, again, tried to help each other and stuck together; the more they pulled, tugged, and kicked, the worse their situation became.
Most ridiculous of all was the condition of one old fellow, who had found a calabash containing palm wine, and, eagerly drinking it, was immediately fitted with a mask, for the shell stuck to his forehead and whiskers, of course covering his eyes; and he blundered about, cutting the wildest capers in his efforts to get rid of the encumbrance.
Most ridiculous of all was the state of one old guy, who had found a gourd filled with palm wine, and, excitedly drinking it, ended up getting a mask stuck to his forehead and chin, obviously covering his eyes; and he stumbled around, making the wildest moves in his attempts to shake off the burden.
Numbers took to flight; but, as we had spread birdlime on several of the trees around, many apes found themselves fixed to, or hanging from the branches, where they remained in woeful durance, struggling and shrieking horribly.
Numbers took off, but since we had spread birdlime on several of the trees around, many apes found themselves stuck to or hanging from the branches, where they stayed in a miserable state, struggling and screaming in anguish.
The panic being now general, I loosed the three dogs, whose impatience had been almost uncontrollable, and who now rushed to the attack of the unfortunate monkeys, as though burning with zeal to execute justice upon desperate criminals.
The panic was now widespread, so I let loose the three dogs, whose eagerness had been nearly impossible to contain, and they charged at the helpless monkeys as if fueled by a strong desire to deliver justice to desperate wrongdoers.
The place soon had the appearance of a ghastly battlefield; for we were obliged to do our part with the clubs and sticks, till the din of howling, yelling, barking, in every conceivable tone of rage and pain, gave place to an awful silence, and we looked with a shudder on the shocking spectacle around us.
The place quickly looked like a horrific battlefield; we had to join in with the clubs and sticks until the noise of howling, yelling, and barking in every imaginable tone of anger and distress faded into a terrible silence, and we gazed with a shudder at the shocking scene around us.
At least forty apes lay mangled and dead, and the boys began to be quite sad and down-hearted, till I, fully sharing their feelings, hastened to turn their thoughts to active employment in removing and burying the slain, burning the stakes, cordage, bowls, everything concerned in the execution of our deadly stratagem.
At least forty apes lay mangled and dead, and the boys started to feel really sad and downhearted. I felt the same way, so I quickly tried to shift their focus to something useful—removing and burying the dead, burning the stakes, ropes, bowls, and everything involved in carrying out our deadly plan.
After that we betook ourselves to the task of restoring order to our dismantled cottage; and seeking for the scattered flock of sheep, goats, and poultry, we gradually collected them, hoping to settle them once more peacefully, in their yards and sheds.
After that, we got to work on restoring order to our dismantled cottage. We searched for the scattered flock of sheep, goats, and poultry, and gradually gathered them, hoping to settle them peacefully back in their pens and sheds.
Two of these proved to be a variety of the blue Molucca pigeon; the third I assumed to be the Nicobar pigeon, having met with descriptions of its resplendent green, bronze, and steely blue plumage; and I was pleased to think of domesticating them, and establishing them as first tenants of a suitable dwelling near the cave.
Two of these turned out to be a type of blue Molucca pigeon; the third I guessed was the Nicobar pigeon, since I had come across descriptions of its stunning green, bronze, and steely blue feathers; and I was excited at the thought of domesticating them and making them the first residents of a suitable home near the cave.
"First tenants, father!" said Fritz; "do you expect to catch more like these?"
"First tenants, Dad!" said Fritz; "do you really think you'll get more like these?"
"Not exactly catch them; I mean to practise a secret art. Much can be done by magic, Fritz!"
"Not exactly catch them; I mean to practice a secret art. A lot can be done with magic, Fritz!"
Further explanation I declined to give.
Further explanation I chose not to provide.
In a few days Woodlands was once more set in order, and everything settled and comfortable, so that we returned without further adventure to Falconhurst, where we were joyfully welcomed.
In a few days, Woodlands was once again organized, and everything was settled and comfortable, allowing us to return to Falconhurst without any more adventures, where we were happily greeted.
Every one agreed that we must go at once to Tentholm, to make the proposed pigeon-house in the rock. Several other things there also requiring our attention, we made arrangements for a prolonged stay.
Everyone agreed that we needed to head straight to Tentholm to build the planned pigeon-house in the rock. Since there were several other things there that needed our attention, we made plans for a longer stay.
My plan for the pigeon-house was to hollow out an ample space in the cliff, facing toward Jackal River, and close to our rocky home, fitting that up with partitions, perches, and nesting places; while a large wooden front was fitted on to the opening, with entrance-holes, slides or shutters, and a broad platform in front, where the birds could rest and walk about.
My plan for the pigeon house was to carve out a spacious area in the cliff, facing Jackal River and close to our rocky home. I intended to set it up with partitions, perches, and nesting spots. A large wooden front would be attached to the opening, complete with entrance holes, slides or shutters, and a wide platform in front where the birds could rest and move around.
When, after the work of a few weeks, we thought it was fit for habitation, I set the other children to work at some distance from our cavern, and summoning Fritz:
When, after a few weeks of work, we thought it was ready for living in, I had the other kids work a bit away from our cave and called for Fritz:
"Now, my faithful assistant," said I, "it is time to conjure the new colonists to their settlement here. Yes," I continued, laughing at his puzzled look, "I mean to play a regular pigeon-dealer's trick. You must know such gentry are very ingenious, not only in keeping their own pigeons safe, but in adding to their numbers by attracting those of other people. All I want is some soft clay, aniseed, and salt, of which I will compound a mixture which our birds will like very much, and the smell of which will bring others to share it with them."
"Now, my loyal assistant," I said, "it's time to summon the new colonists to their settlement here. Yes," I went on, chuckling at his confused expression, "I mean to pull a classic pigeon-dealer's trick. You should know that those folks are quite clever, not only at keeping their own pigeons safe but also at increasing their numbers by luring in others. All I need is some soft clay, aniseed, and salt, which I will mix together to create a blend that our birds will really like, and the smell of which will attract others to join them."
"I can easily get you those things, father."
"I can easily get you those things, Dad."
"I shall want some oil of aniseed besides," said I, "to put on the pigeon-holes, so that the birds' feathers may touch it as they may pass in and out, and become scented with what will attract the wild pigeons. This I can obtain by pounding aniseed; therefore, bring me the mortar and some oil."
"I'll also need some anise oil," I said, "to put on the pigeon holes, so the birds’ feathers can touch it as they go in and out and smell nice to attract the wild pigeons. I can get this by grinding up aniseed, so please bring me the mortar and some oil."
When this was strongly impregnated with the aromatic oil from the seeds (for I did not propose to distill it in regular style), I strained it through a cloth, pressing it strongly; the result answered my purpose, and the scent would certainly remain for some days.
When this was heavily infused with the aromatic oil from the seeds (since I didn't plan to distill it the traditional way), I strained it through a cloth, squeezing it hard; the outcome met my needs, and the scent would definitely last for a few days.
All my preparations being completed, the pigeons were installed in their new residence, and the slides closed. The European birds were by this time quite friendly with the three beautiful strangers; and when the other boys came home, and scrambled up the ladder to peep in at a little pane of glass I had fixed in front, they saw them all contentedly picking up grain, and pecking at the "magic food," as Fritz called it, although he did not betray my secret arts to his brothers.
All my preparations were finished, and the pigeons were set up in their new home, the slides closed. By then, the European birds were pretty friendly with the three beautiful newcomers; and when the other boys came home and climbed up the ladder to peek through a little window I had installed in front, they saw all the birds happily picking up grain and pecking at the "magic food," as Fritz called it, though he didn’t reveal my secret tricks to his brothers.
Early on the third morning I aroused Fritz, and directed him to ascend the rope ladder, and arrange a cord on the sliding door of the dovecot, by which it could be opened or closed from below. Also he poured fresh aniseed oil all about the entrance, after which we returned, and awoke the rest of the family, telling them that if they liked to make haste, they might see me let the pigeons fly.
Early on the third morning, I woke up Fritz and told him to climb the rope ladder and set up a cord on the sliding door of the dovecot so it could be opened or closed from below. He also poured fresh aniseed oil all around the entrance. After that, we went back and woke up the rest of the family, letting them know that if they hurried, they could watch me let the pigeons fly.
Everybody came to the dovecot, understanding that some ceremony was to attend the event, and I waved a wand with mock solemnity, while I muttered a seeming incantation, and then gave Fritz a sign to draw up the sliding panel.
Everybody gathered at the dovecot, knowing that some sort of ceremony was part of the event. I waved a wand with feigned seriousness, while I whispered what sounded like an incantation, and then I signaled to Fritz to pull up the sliding panel.
Presently out popped the pretty heads of the captives, the soft eyes glanced about in all directions; they withdrew, they ventured forth again, they came timidly out on "the veranda," as little Franz expressed it; then, as though suddenly startled, the whole party took wing, with the shrill whizzing sound peculiar to the flight of pigeons, and circling above us as they rose higher and higher, finally darting quite out of sight.
Presently, the pretty heads of the captives popped out, the soft eyes glanced around in all directions; they withdrew, they ventured out again, they timidly came out onto "the veranda," as little Franz put it; then, as if suddenly startled, the whole group took off, with the sharp whizzing sound typical of pigeons in flight, circling above us as they rose higher and higher, finally darting out of sight.
While we were yet gazing after them, they reappeared, and settled quietly on the dovecot; but as we congratulated ourselves on a return which showed that they accepted this as a home, up sprang the three blue pigeons, the noble foreigners, for whom chiefly I had planned the house, and rising in circles high in air, winged their rapid way direct toward Falconhurst.
While we were still watching them, they came back and quietly landed on the dovecot. Just as we were feeling pleased that they seemed to accept this place as their home, the three blue pigeons—the beautiful foreigners I had primarily built the house for—took off, spiraling high into the air and swiftly flying straight toward Falconhurst.
Their departure had such an air of determination and resolve about it, that I feared them lost to us forever.
Their departure had such a strong sense of determination and purpose that I feared we had lost them forever.
Endeavoring to console ourselves by petting our four remaining birds, we could not forget this disappointment, and all day long the dovecot remained the center of attraction.
Trying to comfort ourselves by petting our four remaining birds, we couldn't shake off this disappointment, and all day long the dovecot stayed the main focus.
Nothing, however, was seen of the fugitive until about the middle of the next day; when most of us were hard at work inside the cavern, Jack sprang in full of excitement, exclaiming:
Nothing, however, was seen of the escapee until about the middle of the next day; when most of us were busy working inside the cave, Jack jumped in full of excitement, exclaiming:
"He is there! He is come! he really is!"
"He’s here! He’s arrived! He really is!"
"Who? Who is there? What do you mean?"
"Who? Who's there? What do you mean?"
"The blue pigeon, to be sure! Hurrah! Hurrah!"
"The blue pigeon, for sure! Hooray! Hooray!"
"Oh, nonsense!" said Ernest. "You want to play us a trick."
"Oh, come on!" said Ernest. "You’re trying to pull a fast one on us."
"Why should it be 'nonsense'?" cried I. "I fully believe we shall see them all soon!"
"Why should it be 'nonsense'?" I exclaimed. "I truly believe we'll see them all soon!"
Out ran everybody to the dovecot, and there, sure enough stood the pretty fellow, but not alone, for he was billing and cooing to a mate, a stranger of his own breed, apparently inviting her to enter his dwelling; for he popped in and out of the door, bowing, sidling, and cooing, in a most irresistible manner, until the shy little lady yielded to his blandishments, and tripped daintily in. "Now, let's shut the door."
Out ran everyone to the dovecot, and there, sure enough, stood the attractive guy, but he wasn’t alone. He was flirting with a female, a stranger of his own kind, apparently inviting her to come into his place. He popped in and out of the door, bowing, sidling, and cooing in a way that was hard to resist, until the shy little lady gave in to his charm and entered gracefully. "Now, let’s shut the door."
"Pull the cord and close the panel!" shouted the boys, making a rush at the string.
"Pull the cord and close the panel!" shouted the boys, rushing at the string.
"Stop!" cried I, "let the string alone! I won't have you frighten the little darlings. Besides, the others will be coming—would you shut the door in their faces?"
"Stop!" I shouted, "leave the string alone! I won't let you scare the little ones. Plus, the others are on their way—are you going to shut the door in their faces?"
"Here they come! here they come!" exclaimed Fritz, whose keen eye marked the birds afar, and to our delight the second blue pigeon arrived, likewise with a mate, whom, after a pretty little flirtation scene of real and assumed modesty on her part, he succeeded in leading home.
"Here they come! Here they come!" shouted Fritz, whose sharp eye spotted the birds in the distance, and to our excitement, the second blue pigeon showed up, also with a mate, whom he managed to bring home after a charming little scene of genuine and pretend shyness on her part.
The third and handsomest of the new pigeons was the last in making his appearance. Perhaps he had greater difficulty than the others in finding a mate as distinguished in rank and beauty as himself.
The third and most handsome of the new pigeons was the last to show up. Maybe he had a harder time than the others finding a partner who was as high-ranking and beautiful as he was.
However, we fully expected them, and the boys talked of the arrival of "Mr. and Mrs. Nicobar" as a matter of course.
However, we completely expected them, and the boys discussed the arrival of "Mr. and Mrs. Nicobar" as if it was completely normal.
Late in the day Franz and his mother went out to provide for supper, but the child returned directly, exclaiming that we must hasten to the dovecot to see something beautiful.
Late in the day, Franz and his mom went out to get dinner, but the kid came back right away, saying we need to hurry to the dovecot to see something amazing.
Accordingly a general rush was made out of the cave, and we saw with delight that the third stranger also had returned with a lovely bride, and encouraged by the presence of the first arrivals, they soon made themselves at home.
Accordingly, everyone quickly rushed out of the cave, and we were thrilled to see that the third stranger had also returned with a beautiful bride. Encouraged by the presence of the first arrivals, they soon settled in comfortably.
In a short time nest-building commenced, and among the materials collected by the birds, I observed a long gray moss or lichen, and thought it might very possibly be the same which, in the West Indies, is gathered from the bark of old trees, where it grows, and hangs in great tuft-like beards, to be used instead of horse-hair for stuffing mattresses.
In no time, the birds started building their nests, and I noticed they were collecting a long gray moss or lichen. I thought it could be the same stuff that's gathered from the bark of old trees in the West Indies, where it grows and hangs down like big bearded clumps, and it's used instead of horsehair for stuffing mattresses.
For the discovery of nutmegs we had also to thank the pigeons, and they were carefully planted in our orchard.
For discovering nutmegs, we also had to thank the pigeons, and they were carefully placed in our orchard.
For some time no event of particular note occurred, until at length Jack, as usual, got into a scrape, causing thereby no little excitement at home.
For a while, nothing noteworthy happened, until eventually Jack, as always, landed in trouble, creating quite a stir at home.
He went off early on one of his own particular private expeditions.
He set out early on one of his own personal adventures.
He was in the habit of doing this that he might surprise us with some new acquisition on his return.
He usually did this so he could surprise us with some new purchase when he got back.
This time, however, he came back in most wretched plight, covered with mud and green slime; a great bundle of Spanish canes was on his back, muddy and green like himself; he had lost a shoe, and altogether presented a ludicrous picture of misery, at which we could have laughed had he not seemed more ready to cry!
This time, though, he returned in terrible shape, covered in mud and green slime; a big bundle of Spanish canes was on his back, just as muddy and green as he was; he had lost a shoe, and altogether he looked like a comical picture of misery, making us want to laugh if he hadn’t looked like he was about to cry!
"My dear boy! what has happened to you? Where have you been?"
"My dear boy! What happened to you? Where have you been?"
"Only in the swamp behind the powder magazine, father," replied he. "I went to get reeds for my wicker-work, because I wanted to weave some baskets and hencoops, and I saw such beauties a little way off in the marsh, much finer than those close by the edge, that I tried to get at them.
"Only in the swamp behind the munitions storage, Dad," he replied. "I went to gather reeds for my basket weaving because I wanted to make some baskets and hen houses, and I saw some really beautiful ones a little ways off in the marsh, much better than the ones right by the edge, so I tried to reach them."
"I jumped from one firm spot to another, till at last I slipped and sank over my ankles; I tried to get on toward the reeds, which were close by, but in I went deeper and deeper, till I was above the knees in thick soft mud, and there I stuck!
"I jumped from one solid spot to another until I finally slipped and went down over my ankles. I tried to make my way toward the reeds, which were nearby, but I kept sinking deeper and deeper until I was stuck above my knees in thick, soft mud, and there I was stuck!"
"I screamed and shouted, but nobody came, and I can tell you I was in a regular fright.
"I screamed and shouted, but nobody showed up, and I can tell you I was really scared."
"At last who should appear but my faithful Fangs! He knew my voice and came close up to me, right over the swamp, but all the poor beast could do was to help me to make a row; I wonder you did not hear us! The very rocks rang, but nothing came of it, so despair drove me to think of an expedient. I cut down all the reeds I could reach round and round me, and bound them together into this bundle, which made a firm place on which to lean, while I worked and kicked about to free my feet and legs, and after much struggling, I managed to get astride on the reeds.
"Finally, who should show up but my loyal Fangs! He recognized my voice and came right over the swamp, but all the poor guy could do was help me cause a commotion; I wonder you didn’t hear us! The very rocks echoed, but nothing came of it, so despair pushed me to come up with a plan. I cut down all the reeds I could reach, wrapping them together into this bundle, which gave me a solid surface to lean on while I worked to free my feet and legs. After a lot of struggling, I finally managed to straddle the reeds."
"There I sat, supported above the mud and slime, while Fangs ran yelping backward and forward between me and the bank, seeming surprised I did not follow. Suddenly I thought of catching hold of his tail. He dragged and pulled, and I sprawled, and crawled, and waded, sometimes on my reeds like a raft, sometimes lugging them along with me, till we luckily got back to terra firma. But I had a near squeak for it, I can tell you."
"There I sat, propped up above the mud and sludge, while Fangs dashed back and forth between me and the bank, looking puzzled that I wasn’t following. Suddenly, I had the idea to grab his tail. He tugged and yanked, and I flopped around, crawled, and waded, sometimes using my reeds like a raft and other times dragging them along with me, until we finally made it back to solid ground. But I really had a close call, let me tell you."
"A fortunate escape indeed, my boy!" cried I, "and I thank God for it. Fangs has really acted a heroic part as your deliverer, and you have shown great presence of mind. Now go with your mother, and get rid of the slimy traces of your disaster! You have brought me splendid canes, exactly what I want for a new scheme of mine."
"That was quite a lucky escape, my boy!" I exclaimed, "and I'm really grateful for it. Fangs has truly played the hero in saving you, and you've handled the situation remarkably well. Now go with your mom and clean off the nasty remnants of your ordeal! You've brought me some fantastic canes, just what I need for a new project of mine."
The fact was, I meant to try to construct a loom for my wife, for I knew she understood weaving, so I chose two fine strong reeds, and splitting them carefully, bound them together again, that when dry they might be quite straight and equal, and fit for a frame. Smaller reeds were cut into pieces and sharpened, for the teeth of the comb. The boys did this for me without in the least knowing their use, and great fun they made of "father's monster toothpicks."
The truth is, I planned to make a loom for my wife because I knew she was good at weaving. So, I picked two sturdy reeds and carefully split them, then bound them together again so that when they dried, they’d be straight and even, perfect for a frame. I cut smaller reeds into pieces and sharpened them for the comb's teeth. The boys helped me with this without having any idea what they were for, and they had a great time calling them "dad's monster toothpicks."
In time all the various parts of the loom were made ready, and put together, my wife knowing nothing of it, while to the incessant questions of the children, I replied mysteriously.
Eventually, all the different pieces of the loom were prepared and assembled, with my wife none the wiser, while I answered the kids' endless questions with a touch of mystery.
"Oh, it is an outlandish sort of musical instrument; mother will know how to play upon it."
"Oh, it's such a strange musical instrument; mom will know how to play it."
About this time, a beautiful little foal, a son of the onager, was added to our stud, and as he promised to grow up strong and tractable, we soon saw how useful he would be. The name of Swift was given to him, and he was to be trained for my own riding.
About this time, a beautiful little foal, a son of the onager, was added to our herd, and since he seemed like he would grow up strong and easy to handle, we quickly recognized how useful he would be. We named him Swift, and he was meant to be trained for my own riding.
The interior arrangements of the cavern being now well forward, I applied myself to contriving an aqueduct, that fresh water might be led close up to our cave, for it was a long way to go to fetch it from Jackal River, and especially inconvenient on washing days. As I wanted to do this before the rainy season began, I set about it at once.
The interior setup of the cave was now well underway, so I focused on designing an aqueduct to bring fresh water right up to our cave. It was a long trek to get it from Jackal River, which was especially inconvenient on washing days. Since I wanted to finish this before the rainy season started, I got to work right away.
Pipes of hollow bamboo answered the purpose well, and a large cask formed the reservoir. The supply was good, and the comfort of having it close at hand so great, that the mother declared she was as well pleased with our engineering as if we had made her a fountain and marble basin adorned with mermaids and dolphins.
Pipes made from hollow bamboo worked perfectly, and a big barrel served as the reservoir. The supply was plenty, and the convenience of having it nearby was so wonderful that the mom said she was just as happy with our engineering as if we had built her a fountain with a marble basin decorated with mermaids and dolphins.
Anticipating the setting in of the rains, I pressed forward all work connected with stores for the winter, and great was the in-gathering of roots, fruits, and grains, potatoes, rice, guavas, sweet acorns, pine-cones; load after load arrived at the cavern, and the mother's active needle was in constant requisition, as the demand for more sacks and bags was incessant.
Anticipating the arrival of the rainy season, I pushed to complete all preparations for winter, and there was a huge collection of roots, fruits, and grains, including potatoes, rice, guavas, sweet acorns, and pine cones; load after load came into the cave, and my mother was constantly using her needle, as the need for more sacks and bags never stopped.
Casks and barrels of all sorts and sizes were pressed into the service, until at last the raft was knocked to pieces, and its tubs made to do duty in the storerooms.
Casks and barrels of every type and size were put to use, until finally the raft was smashed to bits, and its tubs were repurposed for the storerooms.
The weather became very unsettled and stormy.
The weather turned really unpredictable and stormy.
Heavy clouds gathered in the horizon, and passing storms of wind, with thunder, lightning, and torrents of rain swept over the face of nature from time to time.
Heavy clouds gathered on the horizon, and strong gusts of wind, along with thunder, lightning, and heavy rain, occasionally swept across the landscape.
It was now near the beginning of the month of June, and we had twelve weeks of bad weather before us.
It was now early June, and we were facing twelve weeks of bad weather ahead.
We established some of the animals with ourselves at the salt cave. The cow, the ass, Lightfoot, Storm, and the dogs, were all necessary to us, while Knips, Fangs, and the eagle were sure to be a great amusement in the long evenings.
We brought some of the animals with us to the salt cave. The cow, the donkey, Lightfoot, Storm, and the dogs were all essential to us, while Knips, Fangs, and the eagle would definitely provide great entertainment during the long evenings.
The boys would ride over to Falconhurst very often to see that all was in order there, and fetch anything required.
The boys would frequently ride over to Falconhurst to make sure everything was in order and to pick up anything that was needed.
Much remained to be done in order to give the cave a comfortable appearance, which became more desirable now that we had to live indoors.
Much was left to do to make the cave look comfortable, which was increasingly important now that we had to live indoors.
The darkness of the inner regions annoyed me, and I set myself to invent a remedy.
The darkness of the inner areas irritated me, so I decided to come up with a solution.
After some thought, I called in Jack's assistance, and we got a very tall, strong bamboo, which would reach right up to the vaulted roof. This we planted in the earthen floor, securing well by driving wedges in round it. Jack ascended this pole very cleverly, taking with him a hammer and chisel to enlarge a crevice in the roof so as to fix a pulley, by means of which, when he descended, I drew up a large ship's lantern, well supplied with oil, and as there were four wicks, it afforded a very fair amount of light.
After thinking it over, I asked Jack for help, and we found a really tall, strong bamboo that could reach all the way up to the vaulted roof. We planted it in the earthen floor and secured it tightly by driving wedges around it. Jack climbed this pole really skillfully, bringing along a hammer and chisel to make a crevice in the roof so he could install a pulley. When he came down, I pulled up a large ship's lantern that was filled with oil, and since it had four wicks, it provided a pretty good amount of light.
Several days were spent in arranging the different rooms.
Several days were spent organizing the different rooms.
Ernest and Franz undertook the library, fixing shelves, and setting books in order.
Ernest and Franz took on the library, repairing shelves and organizing the books.
Jack and his mother took in hand the sitting room and kitchen, while Fritz and I, as better able for heavy work, arranged the workshops. The carpenter's bench, the turning lathe, and a large chest of tools were set in convenient places, and many tools and instruments hung on the walls.
Jack and his mom took care of the living room and kitchen, while Fritz and I, being more suited for heavy work, organized the workshops. The carpenter's bench, the turning lathe, and a large tool chest were placed in convenient spots, and many tools and instruments hung on the walls.
When these great affairs were settled, we still found in all directions work to be done. Shelves, tables, benches, movable steps, cupboards, pegs, door handles, and bolts—there seemed no end to our requirements, and we often thought of the enormous amount of work necessary to maintain the comforts and conveniences of life which at home we had received as matters of course.
When these big issues were resolved, we still found a lot of work to do everywhere. Shelves, tables, benches, movable steps, cupboards, hooks, door handles, and bolts—there seemed to be no limit to what we needed, and we often thought about all the hard work it took to keep the comforts and conveniences of life that we had taken for granted back home.
But in reality, the more there was to do the better; and I never ceased contriving fresh improvements, being fully aware of the importance of constant employment as a means of strengthening and maintaining the health of mind and body. This, indeed, with a consciousness of continual progress toward a desirable end, is found to constitute the main element of happiness.
But in reality, the more there was to do, the better it was; and I never stopped coming up with new improvements, knowing full well how important it is to stay busy for keeping both the mind and body healthy. In fact, this sense of ongoing progress toward a positive goal is what truly makes up the main ingredient of happiness.
Our rocky home was greatly improved by a wide porch which I made along the whole front of our rooms and entrances, by leveling the ground to form a terrace, and sheltering it with a veranda of bamboo, supported by pillars of the same.
Our rocky home was really enhanced by a wide porch that I built across the entire front of our rooms and entrances. I leveled the ground to create a terrace and covered it with a bamboo veranda, held up by bamboo pillars.
Ernest and Franz were highly successful as librarians.
Ernest and Franz were very successful as librarians.
The books, when unpacked and arranged, proved to be a most valuable collection, capable of affording every sort of educational advantage.
The books, once unpacked and organized, turned out to be a really valuable collection, offering every kind of educational benefit.
Besides a variety of books of voyages, travels, divinity, and natural history (several containing fine colored illustrations), there were histories and scientific works, as well as standard fictions in several languages; also a good assortment of maps, charts, mathematical and astronomical instruments, and an excellent pair of globes.
Besides a variety of books on voyages, travels, religion, and natural history (many with beautiful colored illustrations), there were histories and scientific works, as well as classic fiction in several languages; also a good selection of maps, charts, mathematical and astronomical instruments, and a fantastic pair of globes.
I foresaw much interesting study on discovering that we possessed the grammars and dictionaries of a great many languages, a subject for which we all had a taste. With French we were well acquainted. Fritz and Ernest had begun to learn English at school, and made further progress during a visit to England. The mother, who had once been intimate with a Dutch family, could speak that language pretty well.
I anticipated a lot of interesting study when I discovered that we had the grammars and dictionaries of many different languages, a subject we all enjoyed. We were quite familiar with French. Fritz and Ernest had started learning English at school and improved during a trip to England. Our mother, who had once been close with a Dutch family, could speak that language fairly well.
After a great deal of discussion, we agreed to study different languages, so that in the event of meeting with people of other nations, there should be at least one of the family able to communicate with them.
After a lot of discussion, we decided to learn different languages, so that if we meet people from other countries, at least one of us will be able to talk to them.
All determined to improve our knowledge of German and French.
All committed to enhancing our understanding of German and French.
The two elder boys were to study English and Dutch with their mother.
The two older boys were going to study English and Dutch with their mom.
Ernest, already possessing considerable knowledge of Latin, wished to continue to study it, so as to be able to make use of the many works on natural history and medicine written in that language.
Ernest, already having a good grasp of Latin, wanted to keep studying it so he could access the many works on natural history and medicine written in that language.
Jack announced that he meant to learn Spanish, "because it sounded so grand and imposing."
Jack announced that he intended to learn Spanish, "because it sounded so grand and impressive."
I myself was interested in the Malay language, knowing it to be so widely spoken in the islands of the Eastern Seas, and thinking it as likely as any other to be useful to us.
I was interested in the Malay language because I knew it was widely spoken in the islands of the Eastern Seas, and I thought it could be just as useful to us as any other language.
Our family circle by and by represented Babel in miniature, for scraps and fragments of all these tongues kept buzzing about our ears from morning to night, each sporting his newly acquired word or sentence on every possible occasion, propounding idioms and peculiar expressions like riddles, to puzzle the rest.
Our family gradually turned into a small version of Babel, with bits and pieces of all these languages buzzing around our ears from morning to night. Each person would show off their newly learned words or phrases whenever they could, sharing idioms and quirky expressions like puzzles to confuse everyone else.
In this way, the labor of learning was very considerably lightened, and every one came to know a few words of each language.
In this way, the effort of learning became much easier, and everyone picked up a few words from each language.
Occasionally we amused ourselves by opening chests and packages hitherto untouched, and brought unexpected treasures to light—mirrors, wardrobes, a pair of console tables with polished marble tops, elegant writing tables and handsome chairs, clocks of various descriptions, a musical box, and a chronometer were found; and by degrees our abode was fitted up like a palace, so that sometimes we wondered at ourselves, and felt as though we were strutting about in borrowed plumes.
Occasionally, we entertained ourselves by opening chests and packages that had never been touched before, revealing unexpected treasures—mirrors, wardrobes, a pair of console tables with polished marble tops, stylish writing desks, and beautiful chairs, along with various types of clocks, a music box, and a chronometer. Gradually, our home became furnished like a palace, and sometimes we looked at ourselves in amazement, feeling as if we were wandering around in borrowed finery.
The weeks of imprisonment passed so rapidly, that no one found time hang heavy on his hands.
The weeks of imprisonment went by so quickly that no one felt like they had too much free time on their hands.
Books occupied me so much that but little carpentering was done, yet I made a yoke for the oxen, a pair of cotton wool carders, and a spinning wheel for my wife.
Books kept me so busy that I hardly did any carpentry, but I did make a yoke for the oxen, a pair of cotton wool carders, and a spinning wheel for my wife.
As the rainy season drew to a close, the weather for a while became wilder, and the storms fiercer than ever. Thunder roared, lightning blazed, torrents rushed toward the sea, which came in raging billows to meet them, lashed to fury by the tempests of wind which swept the surface of the deep.
As the rainy season came to an end, the weather for a time grew more chaotic, and the storms became stronger than ever. Thunder crashed, lightning flashed, torrents surged toward the sea, which rushed back in angry waves to greet them, whipped into a frenzy by the violent winds that swept across the surface of the water.
The uproar of the elements came to an end at last.
The chaos of the elements finally came to a stop.
Nature resumed her attitude of repose, her smiling aspect of peaceful beauty; and soon all traces of the ravages of floods and storms would disappear beneath the luxuriant vegetation of the tropics.
Nature returned to her calm state, her smiling appearance of serene beauty; and soon, all signs of the destruction caused by floods and storms would vanish beneath the lush greenery of the tropics.
Gladly quitting the sheltering walls of Rockburg to roam once more in the open air, we crossed Jackal River, for a walk along the coast, and presently Fritz with sharp eyes observed something on the small island near Flamingo Marsh, which was, he said, long and rounded, resembling a boat bottom upward.
Glad to leave the protective walls of Rockburg and enjoy the fresh air again, we crossed Jackal River to take a walk along the coast. Soon enough, Fritz with his keen eyes noticed something on the small island near Flamingo Marsh that he described as long and rounded, looking like an upside-down boat.
Examining it with the telescope, I could form no other conjecture, and we resolved to make it the object of an excursion next day, being delighted to resume our old habit of starting in pursuit of adventure.
Looking at it through the telescope, I couldn't come up with any other guess, so we decided to make it the focus of an outing the next day, excited to get back to our old routine of setting off in search of adventure.
The boat was accordingly got in readiness; it required some repairs, and fresh pitching, and then we made for the point of interest, indulging in a variety of surmises as to what we should find.
The boat was prepared as needed; it needed some repairs and new pitch, and then we headed for the point of interest, speculating about what we might discover.
It proved to be a huge, stranded whale.
It turned out to be a massive, stranded whale.
The island being steep and rocky, it was necessary to be careful; but we found a landing-place on the further side. The boys hurried by the nearest way to the beach where lay the monster of the deep, while I clambered to the highest point of the islet, which commanded a view of the mainland, from Rockburg to Falconhurst.
On rejoining my sons, I found them only half-way to the great fish, and as I drew near they shouted in high glee:
On rejoining my sons, I found them only halfway to the big fish, and as I got closer, they shouted with joy:
"Oh! father, just look at the glorious shells and coral branches we are finding. How does it happen that there are such quantities?"
"Oh! Dad, just look at these amazing shells and coral branches we're finding. How is it possible to have so many?"
"Only consider how the recent storms have stirred the ocean to its depths! No doubt thousands of shell-fish have been detached from their rocks and dashed in all directions by the waves, which have thrown ashore even so huge a creature as the whale yonder."
"Just think about how the recent storms have stirred the ocean to its depths! No doubt thousands of shellfish have been ripped from their rocks and tossed around by the waves, which have even thrown a massive creature like that whale onto the shore."
"Yes; isn't he a frightful great brute!" cried Fritz. "Ever so much larger than he seemed from a distance. The worst of it is, one does not well see what use to make of the huge carcase."
"Yeah; isn't he a terrifyingly huge beast!" shouted Fritz. "Way bigger than he looked from far away. The worst part is, it’s hard to tell what to do with such a massive body."
"Why, make train oil, to be sure," said Ernest. "I can't say he's a beauty, though, and it is much pleasanter to gather these lovely shells, than to cut up blubber."
"Sure, let's make train oil," said Ernest. "I can't say he's a looker, though, and it's way more enjoyable to collect these beautiful shells than to chop up blubber."
"Well, let us amuse ourselves with them for the present," said I, "but in the afternoon, when the sea is calmer, we will return with the necessary implements, and see if we can turn the stranded whale to good account."
"Well, let’s have some fun with them for now," I said, "but this afternoon, when the sea is calmer, we’ll come back with the right tools and see if we can make use of the stranded whale."
We were soon ready to return to the boat, but Ernest had a fancy for remaining alone on the island till we came back, and asked my permission to do so, that he might experience, for an hour or two, the sensations of Robinson Crusoe.
We were soon set to head back to the boat, but Ernest wanted to stay alone on the island until we returned. He asked for my permission to do this so he could experience, for an hour or two, what it felt like to be Robinson Crusoe.
To this, however, I would not consent, assuring him that our fate, as a solitary family, gave him quite sufficient idea of shipwreck on an uninhabited island, and that his lively imagination must supply the rest.
To this, however, I could not agree, telling him that our situation as a lone family provided him with a clear picture of being shipwrecked on an uninhabited island, and that his vivid imagination could fill in the gaps.
The boys found it hard work to row back, and began to beg of me to exert my wonderful inventive powers in contriving some kind of rowing machine.
The boys struggled to row back and started asking me to use my amazing creative skills to come up with some sort of rowing machine.
"Oh, father!" cried Fritz, "don't you know there are iron wheels in the clockwork of the large kitchen-jacks? I'm sure mother would give them up, and you could make something out of them, could you not?"
"Oh, dad!" exclaimed Fritz, "don't you know there are iron wheels in the clockwork of the big kitchen jacks? I'm sure mom would let you have them, and you could make something out of them, right?"
"By the time I have manufactured a rowing-machine out of a roasting-jack, I think your arms will be pretty well inured to the use of your oars! However, I am far from despising the hint, my dear Fritz."
"By the time I've made a rowing machine out of a roasting jack, I think your arms will be pretty much used to handling your oars! Still, I don't disregard the suggestion, my dear Fritz."
"Is coral of any use?" demanded Jack suddenly.
"Is coral useful at all?" Jack asked abruptly.
"In former times it was pounded and used by chemists; but it is now chiefly used for various ornaments, and made into beads for necklaces, etc. As such, it is greatly prized by savages, and were we to fall in with natives, we might very possibly find a store of coral useful in bartering with them.
"In the past, it was ground up and used by chemists, but now it’s mainly used for different types of jewelry and made into beads for necklaces and other things. Because of this, it’s highly valued by indigenous people, and if we happened to meet locals, we might find a stash of coral helpful for trading with them."
"For the present, we will arrange these treasures of the deep in our library, and make them the beginning of a Museum of Natural History, which will afford us equal pleasure and instruction."
"For now, we will organize these treasures of the deep in our library and use them to start a Museum of Natural History, which will provide us with both enjoyment and knowledge."
"One might almost say that coral belongs at once to the animal, vegetable, and mineral kingdoms," remarked Fritz; "it is hard like stone, it has stems and branches like a shrub, and I believe tiny insects inhabit the cells, do they not, father?"
"One could almost say that coral fits into the animal, plant, and mineral kingdoms at the same time," said Fritz; "it's hard like stone, it has stems and branches like a bush, and I think tiny insects live in the cells, right, Dad?"
"You are right, Fritz; coral consists of the calcareous cells of minute animals, so built up as to form a tree-like structure.
"You’re right, Fritz; coral is made up of the calcium-based cells of tiny animals, which come together to create a tree-like structure."
"The coral fishery gives employment to many men in the Persian Gulf, the Mediterranean Sea, and other places. The instrument commonly used consists of two heavy beams of wood, secured together at right angles, and loaded with stones. Hemp and netting are attached to the under side of the beams, to the middle of which is fastened one end of a strong rope, by which the apparatus is let down from a boat, and guided to the spots where the coral is most abundant.
"The coral fishery provides jobs for many people in the Persian Gulf, the Mediterranean Sea, and other locations. The typical tool used is made up of two heavy wooden beams connected at right angles and weighted down with stones. Hemp and netting are fastened to the underside of the beams, with one end of a strong rope tied to the middle, allowing the setup to be lowered from a boat and directed to where the coral is most plentiful."
"Left undisturbed, these coral insects, laboring incessantly, raise foundations, on which, in course of time, fertile islands appear, clothed with verdure, and inhabited by man."
"Left alone, these coral insects, working nonstop, build up foundations that eventually become lush islands, covered in greenery and populated by people."
"Why, father, here we are at the landing place!" exclaimed Jack. "It has seemed quite easy to pull since you began to tell us such interesting things."
"Wow, Dad, here we are at the landing spot!" Jack exclaimed. "It felt really easy to row once you started sharing those fascinating stories."
"Very interesting, indeed; but did you notice that the wind had changed, Jack?" remarked Ernest as he shipped his oar.
"Very interesting, for sure; but did you notice that the wind has shifted, Jack?" Ernest said as he put away his oar.
The animated recital of our adventures, the sight of the lovely shells and corals, and the proposed work for the afternoon, inspired the mother and Franz with a great wish to accompany us.
The lively storytelling of our adventures, the view of the beautiful shells and corals, and the planned activities for the afternoon motivated the mother and Franz to really want to join us.
To this I gladly consented, only stipulating that we should go provided with food, water, and a compass. "For," said I, "the sea has only just ceased from its raging, and being at the best of times of uncertain and capricious nature, we may chance to be detained on the island, or forced to land at a considerable distance from home."
To this, I happily agreed, only asking that we bring food, water, and a compass. "Because," I said, "the sea has just calmed down, and since it's always unpredictable and moody, we might end up stuck on the island or have to land far from home."
Dinner was quickly dispatched, and preparations set on foot.
Dinner was quickly finished, and preparations got underway.
The more oil we could obtain the better, for a great deal was used in the large lantern which burnt day and night in the recesses of the cave; therefore all available casks and barrels were pressed into the service; many, of course, once full of pickled herrings, potted pigeons, and other winter stores, were now empty, and we took a goodly fleet of these in tow.
The more oil we could get, the better, because a lot was used in the large lantern that burned day and night in the cave; so we made use of every available cask and barrel; many, of course, that were once full of pickled herring, potted pigeons, and other winter supplies, were now empty, and we pulled a good number of these along with us.
Knives, hatchets, and the boys' climbing buskins, were put on board, and we set forth, the labor of the oar being greater than ever, now that our freight was so much increased.
Knives, hatchets, and the boys' climbing boots were loaded onto the boat, and we set off, with the effort of rowing being greater than ever, now that our cargo had increased so much.
Its enormous size quite startled my wife and her little boy; the length being from sixty to sixty-five feet, and the girth between thirty and forty, while the weight could not have been less than 50,000 pounds.
Its enormous size really surprised my wife and her son; it was between sixty and sixty-five feet long, with a girth of thirty to forty feet, and it must have weighed at least 50,000 pounds.
The color was a uniform velvety black, and the enormous head about one-third of the length of the entire bulk, the eyes quite small, not much larger than those of an ox, and the ears almost undiscernible.
The color was a solid, velvety black, and the massive head was about a third the length of the whole body. The eyes were quite small, not much larger than those of an ox, and the ears were barely noticeable.
The jaw opened very far back, and was nearly sixteen feet in length, the most curious part of its structure being the remarkable substance known as whalebone, masses of which appeared all along the jaws, solid at the base, and splitting into a sort of fringe at the extremity. This arrangement is for the purpose of aiding the whale in procuring its food, and separating it from the water.
The jaw opened incredibly wide and was almost sixteen feet long, with the most interesting part being the remarkable material called whalebone, which appeared in large quantities along the jaws, solid at the base and splitting into a kind of fringe at the end. This setup helps the whale catch its food and filter it from the water.
The tongue was remarkably large, soft, and full of oil; the opening of the throat wonderfully small, scarcely two inches in diameter.
The tongue was incredibly large, soft, and greasy; the opening of the throat was surprisingly small, barely two inches across.
"Why, what can the monster eat?" exclaimed Fritz; "he never can swallow a proper mouthful down this little gullet!"
"Why, what can the monster eat?" shouted Fritz; "he can never get a proper bite down this tiny throat!"
"The mode of feeding adopted by the whale is so curious," I replied, "that I must explain it to you before we begin work.
"The way whales feed is really interesting," I replied, "so I need to explain it to you before we start working."
"This animal (for I should tell you that a whale is not a fish; he possesses no gills, he breathes atmospheric air, and would be drowned if too long detained below the surface of the water); this animal, then, frequents those parts of the ocean best supplied with the various creatures on which he feeds. Shrimps, small fish, lobsters, various molluscs, and medusæ form his diet. Driving with open mouth through the congregated shoals of these little creatures, the whale engulfs them by millions in his enormous jaws, and continues his destructive course until he has sufficiently charged his mouth with prey.
"This animal (I should mention that a whale isn’t a fish; it doesn’t have gills, breathes air, and would drown if kept underwater for too long); this animal, then, prefers areas of the ocean rich in the various creatures it feeds on. Shrimps, small fish, lobsters, various mollusks, and jellyfish make up its diet. Swimming with its mouth wide open through the gathered schools of these little creatures, the whale swallows them by the millions in its massive jaws and continues its relentless path until its mouth is filled with food."
"Closing his jaws and forcing out, through the interstices of the whalebone, the water which he has taken together with his prey, he retains the captured animals, and swallows them at his leisure.
"Closing his jaws and pushing out the water that he took in along with his prey through the spaces in the whalebone, he keeps the captured animals and swallows them when he wants."
"The nostrils, or blow-holes, are placed, you see, on the upper part of the head, in order that the whale may rise to breathe, and repose on the surface of the sea, showing very little of his huge carcase.
"The nostrils, or blowholes, are located on the upper part of the head so that the whale can come up to breathe and rest on the surface of the sea, exposing very little of its massive body."
"The breathings are called 'spoutings,' because a column of mixed vapor and water is thrown from the blow-holes, sometimes to a height of twenty feet.
"The breathings are called 'spoutings' because a column of mixed vapor and water is shot out from the blow-holes, sometimes reaching a height of twenty feet."
"And now, boys, fasten on your buskins, and let me see if you can face the work of climbing this slippery mountain of flesh, and cutting it up."
"And now, guys, put on your boots, and let me see if you can tackle the job of climbing this slippery mountain of flesh and cutting it up."
Fritz and Jack stripped, and went to work directly, scrambling over the back to the head, where they assisted me to cut away the lips, so as to reach the whalebone, a large quantity of which was detached and carried to the boat.
Fritz and Jack took off their clothes and got to work right away, climbing over the back to the head, where they helped me cut away the lips to get to the whalebone, a large amount of which was removed and taken to the boat.
Ernest labored manfully at the creature's side, cutting out slabs of blubber, while his mother and Franz helped as well as they could to put it in casks.
Ernest worked hard beside the creature, slicing off chunks of blubber, while his mother and Franz did their best to pack it into barrels.
Presently we had a multitude of unbidden guests.
Right now, we had a lot of unexpected guests.
The air was filled by the shrill screams and hoarse croaks and cries of numbers of birds of prey, they flew around us in ever narrowing circles, and becoming bolder as their voracity was excited by the near view of the tempting prey, they alighted close to us, snatching morsels greedily from under the very strokes of our knives and hatchets.
The air was filled with the sharp screams and raspy calls of various birds of prey. They flew around us in tighter circles, growing bolder as their hunger was stirred by the sight of the tempting prey. They landed close to us, eagerly snatching bits of food right from under our knives and hatchets.
Our work was seriously interrupted by these feathered marauders, who, after all, were no greater robbers than we ourselves. We kept them off as well as we could by blows from our tools, and several were killed, my wife taking possession of them immediately for the sake of the feathers.
Our work was seriously interrupted by these feathered intruders, who were really no worse thieves than we were. We tried to fend them off as best as we could by hitting them with our tools, and we ended up killing a few. My wife grabbed them right away for their feathers.
I also took a part of the gums in which the roots of the baleen or whalebone was still embedded, having read that this is considered quite a delicacy, as well as the skin, which, when properly dressed and cut in little cubes, like black dice, has been compared, by enthusiastic and probably very hungry travelers, to cocoanut and cream-cheese.
I also took some of the gums where the roots of the baleen or whalebone were still embedded, having read that this is seen as quite a delicacy, along with the skin, which, when properly prepared and cut into small cubes, like black dice, has been compared by enthusiastic and probably very hungry travelers to coconut and cream cheese.
The boys thought the tongue might prove equally palatable, but I valued it only on account of the large quantity of oil it contained.
The boys thought the tongue might be just as tasty, but I only appreciated it because of the large amount of oil it had.
With a heavy freight we put to sea, and made what haste we could to reach home, and cleanse our persons from the unpleasant traces of the disgusting work in which we had spent the day.
With a heavy load, we set sail and hurried as fast as we could to get home and wash away the unpleasant remnants of the disgusting work we had done all day.
Next morning we started at dawn.
Next morning we set off at dawn.
My wife and Franz were left behind, for our proposed work was even more horrible than that of the preceding day; they could not assist, and had no inclination to witness it.
My wife and Franz stayed behind because the work we had planned was even worse than the day before; they couldn't help and had no desire to see it.
It was my intention to open the carcase completely, and, penetrating the interior, to obtain various portions of the intestines, thinking that it would be possible to convert the larger ones into vessels fit for holding the oil. This time we laid aside our clothes and wore only strong canvas trousers when we commenced operations, which were vigorously carried on during the whole of the day; then, satisfied that we could do so with a clear conscience, we abandoned the remains to the birds of prey, and, with a full cargo, set sail for land.
It was my plan to fully open the carcass and, by entering its interior, to collect different parts of the intestines, believing that we could turn the larger ones into containers suitable for holding the oil. This time, we took off our clothes and only wore sturdy canvas pants when we started working, which continued vigorously throughout the day; then, feeling satisfied that we had done our job with a clear conscience, we left the remains for the birds of prey and, with a full load, set sail for shore.
"What can have made you wish to bring away that brute's entrails, father? Are they of any use?"
"What made you want to take that brute's insides, Dad? Are they useful for anything?"
"There are countries," I replied, "where no wood grows of which to make barrels, and no hemp for thread, string, and cordage. Necessity, the mother of all the more valuable inventions, has taught the inhabitants of these countries, Greenlanders, Esquimaux, and others, to think of substitutes, and they use the intestines of the whale for one purpose, the sinews and nerves for the other."
"There are countries," I replied, "where no trees grow to make barrels, and no hemp for thread, string, and rope. Necessity, which drives all the best inventions, has taught the people in these places—Greenlanders, Eskimos, and others— to think of alternatives, and they use whale intestines for one purpose and the sinews and nerves for another."
We were right glad to land, and get rid, for the present, of our unpleasant materials, the further preparation of which was work in store for the following day.
We were really happy to land and get rid of our uncomfortable items, the further preparation of which was work we had to do the next day.
A refreshing bath, clean clothes, and supper, cheered us all up, and we slept in peace.
A nice bath, fresh clothes, and dinner lifted our spirits, and we slept peacefully.
CHAPTER 11.
The whale blubber was boiled and stored—A unique machine—Expedition to Prospect Hill—The whale's tongue is considered not a delicacy—We land on Whale Island—Jack finds a strange skeleton—Turtle is turning—Towed ashore—The loom is finished—Return of the herring shoals—Making baskets—We create a sedan chair—Ernest's wild ride in it—A boa constrictor appears—He retreats to the marsh—Tension—Poor Grizzle's fate—A terrible scene—Death of the monster—A report on snakes—Remedies for snake bites—Ernest writes Grizzle's epitaph—The serpent is stuffed and displayed in the museum.
"Now for the finishing up of this dirty job," cried I, merrily, as we all woke up next morning at daybreak. And after the regular work was done, we commenced operations by raising a stand or rough scaffold on which the tubs full of blubber were placed and heavily pressed, so that the purest and finest oil overflowed into vessels underneath.
"Now, for the final touches on this messy task," I exclaimed joyfully as we all woke up the next morning at dawn. After we finished our usual work, we started by building a makeshift stand or scaffold where we placed the tubs filled with blubber and pressed them down heavily, so that the purest and finest oil spilled over into containers below.
The blubber was afterward boiled in a cauldron over a fire kindled at some distance from our abode, and by skimming and straining through a coarse cloth, we succeeded in obtaining a large supply of excellent train-oil, which in casks, and bags made of the intestines, was safely stowed away in the "cellar," as the children called our roughest storeroom. This day's work was far from agreeable, and the dreadful smell oppressed us all, more especially my poor wife, who, nevertheless, endured it with her accustomed good temper. Although she very urgently recommended that the new island should be the headquarters for another colony, where, said she, "any animals we leave would be safe from apes and other plunderers, and where you would find it so very convenient to boil whale-blubber, strain train-oil, and the like."
The blubber was later boiled in a pot over a fire set up some distance from our home, and by skimming and straining it through a rough cloth, we managed to get a large supply of excellent whale oil, which we safely stored in casks and bags made from intestines in the "cellar," as the kids called our most basic storage room. This task was far from pleasant, and the terrible smell bothered us all, especially my poor wife, who still put up with it in her usual good-natured way. She strongly suggested that the new island should be the base for another colony, where, she said, "any animals we leave would be safe from apes and other thieves, and where it would be so very convenient to boil whale blubber, strain whale oil, and so on."
This proposal met with hearty approval, especially from the boys, who were always charmed with any new plan; and they were eager to act upon it at once, but when I reminded them of the putrifying carcass which lay there, they confessed it would be better to allow wind and storms, birds and insects to do their work in purging the atmosphere, and reducing the whale to a skeleton before we revisited the island.
This proposal received enthusiastic approval, especially from the boys, who were always excited about any new plan; they were eager to act on it immediately. However, when I reminded them about the rotting whale carcass nearby, they admitted it would be smarter to let the wind, storms, birds, and insects do their part in cleaning up the area and breaking the whale down to a skeleton before we returned to the island.
The idea of a rowing-machine kept recurring to my brain. I determined to attempt to make one.
The thought of a rowing machine kept coming to my mind. I decided to try to build one.
I took an iron bar, which when laid across the middle of the boat projected about a foot each way. I provided this bar in the middle with ribbed machinery, and at each end with a sort of nave, in which, as in a cart wheel, four flat spokes, or paddles, were fixed obliquely. These were intended to do the rowers' part.
I grabbed an iron bar that, when placed in the middle of the boat, stuck out about a foot on either side. I attached ribbed machinery to the center of the bar and added a kind of hub at each end, where I fixed four flat paddles at an angle, like the spokes on a cart wheel. These were meant to do the job of the rowers.
Then the jack was arranged to act upon the machinery in the middle of the iron cross-bar, in such a way that one of its strong cogwheels bit firmly into the ribs, so that, when it was wound up, it caused the bar to revolve rapidly, of course turning with the paddles fixed at either end, which consequently struck the water so as to propel the boat.
Then the jack was set up to operate the machinery in the center of the iron cross-bar, so that one of its sturdy cogwheels gripped tightly onto the ribs. When it was wound up, it made the bar spin quickly, which, in turn, rotated the paddles attached at both ends, pushing the boat forward as a result.
Although this contrivance left much to be desired in the way of improvement, still when Fritz and I wound up the machinery, and went off on a trial trip across the bay, we splashed along at such a famous rate, that the shores rang with the cheers and clapping of the whole family, delighted to behold what they considered my brilliant success.
Although this device had a lot of room for improvement, when Fritz and I started up the machinery and took it for a test run across the bay, we moved along at such an impressive speed that the shores echoed with the cheers and applause of the entire family, thrilled to witness what they thought was my great success.
Every one wanted to go on board, and take a cruise, but as it was getting late, I could not consent. A trip next day, however, was promised to Cape Disappointment and the little settlement of Prospect Hill.
Everyone wanted to hop on board and take a cruise, but since it was getting late, I couldn't agree. However, a trip the next day to Cape Disappointment and the small settlement of Prospect Hill was promised.
This proposal satisfied everybody. The evening was spent in preparing the dresses, arms, and food which would be required, and we retired early to rest.
This proposal pleased everyone. The evening was spent getting ready the outfits, weapons, and food that we would need, and we went to bed early to rest.
Intending to be out all day, the house was left in good order, and we departed on our expedition, provided, among other things, with spades and mattocks, for I wished to get young cocoanut trees and shrubs of different kinds, that, on our way back, we might land on Whale Island, and begin our plantation there.
We directed our course toward the opposite side of the bay. The sea was smooth, my rowing machine performed its work easily, and, leaving Safety Bay and Shark Island behind us, we enjoyed at our ease the panorama of all the coast scenery.
We set our course toward the other side of the bay. The sea was calm, my rowing machine worked effortlessly, and, leaving Safety Bay and Shark Island behind us, we leisurely enjoyed the beautiful coastal views.
Landing near Prospect Hill, we moored the boat, and walked through the woods to our little farm, obtaining some fresh cocoanuts, as well as young plants, on the way.
Landing near Prospect Hill, we docked the boat and walked through the woods to our small farm, grabbing some fresh coconuts and young plants along the way.
Before coming in sight of the cottage at the farm, we heard the cocks crow, and I experienced a sudden rush of emotion as the sound recalled, in a degree painfully vivid, the recollection of many a ride and walk at home, when we would be greeted by just such familiar sounds as we approached some kind friend's house. Here, but for the unconscious animals, utter solitude and silence prevailed, and I with my dear family, whose visit would have been hailed with delight in so many homes, advanced unnoticed to this lonely cottage. So long had been our absence that our arrival created a perfect panic. The original animals had forgotten us, and to their progeny, lambs, kids, and chickens, who had never seen the face of man, we seemed an army of fierce foes.
Before we caught sight of the cottage at the farm, we heard the roosters crow, and I felt a sudden wave of emotion as the sound vividly reminded me of so many rides and walks back home, when we were welcomed by just such familiar sounds as we got closer to a friend's house. Here, aside from the unknowing animals, there was complete solitude and silence, and my dear family and I, whose visit would have been celebrated in so many homes, approached this lonely cottage without being noticed. Our absence had been so long that our arrival caused a complete panic. The original animals no longer recognized us, and to their offspring—lambs, kids, and chickens—who had never seen a human face, we appeared to be a fierce army of enemies.
The boys found it impossible to milk the goats, until, by the use of the lasso, they captured them one after the other, bound their legs, then giving them salt to lick, they soon obtained a supply of excellent milk, which was poured from the cocoanut shells they used into calabash flasks, so that we could take with us what was not required at dinner.
The boys couldn't milk the goats until they used a lasso to catch them one by one. They tied their legs, then gave them salt to lick, and soon got a good supply of milk. They poured the milk from the coconut shells they used into calabash flasks so we could take what we didn't need for dinner with us.
The fowls were enticed by handfuls of grain and rice, and my wife caught as many as she wished for.
The birds were lured by handfuls of grain and rice, and my wife caught as many as she wanted.
But woeful was the disappointment when the tongue was tasted! One after another, with dismal face, pronounced it "horrid stuff," begged for some pickled herring to take away the taste of train-oil, and willingly bestowed on Fangs the cherished dainty.
But it was such a disappointment when the tongue was tasted! One after another, with a gloomy expression, they called it "terrible stuff," asked for some pickled herring to get rid of the taste of motor oil, and happily gave Fangs the beloved treat.
Fortunately there was a sufficient supply of other eatables, and the fresh, delicious cocoanuts and goat's milk put every one in good humor again.
Fortunately, there was plenty of other food, and the fresh, tasty coconuts and goat's milk lifted everyone's spirits once more.
While the mother packed everything up, Fritz and I got some sugar-cane shoots which I wished to plant, and then we returned to the shore and again embarked.
While Mom packed everything up, Fritz and I got some sugarcane shoots that I wanted to plant, and then we went back to the shore and got on the boat again.
Before returning to Whale Island, I felt a strong wish to round Cape Disappointment and survey the coast immediately beyond, but the promontory maintained the character of its name, and we found that a long sandbank, as well as hidden reefs and rocks, ran out a great way into the sea.
Before going back to Whale Island, I really wanted to go around Cape Disappointment and check out the coast just beyond it, but the promontory lived up to its name. We discovered that a long sandbank, along with hidden reefs and rocks, extended far out into the sea.
Fritz espying breakers ahead, we put about at once, and aided by a light breeze, directed our course toward Whale Island.
Fritz spotting waves ahead, we turned around immediately, and with a light breeze helping us, we steered our course toward Whale Island.
On landing, I began at once to plant the saplings we had brought. The boys assisted me for a while, but wearied somewhat of the occupation, and one after another went off in search of shells and coral, leaving their mother and me to finish the work.
On landing, I immediately started planting the saplings we brought. The boys helped me for a while but got tired of the task and one by one wandered off searching for shells and coral, leaving their mother and me to finish the work.
Presently Jack came back, shouting loudly:
Right now, Jack came back, yelling:
"Father! Mother! do come and look. There is an enormous skeleton lying here; the skeleton of some fearful great beast—a mammoth, I should think."
"Mom! Dad! Come and check this out. There's a huge skeleton lying here; it looks like the skeleton of some giant beast—a mammoth, I think."
"Why, Jack!" returned I, laughing, "have you forgot our old acquaintance, the whale? What else could it be?"
"Why, Jack!" I replied, laughing, "have you forgotten our old friend, the whale? What else could it be?"
As I was about to follow the boy, a voice from another direction suddenly cried:
As I was about to follow the boy, a voice from somewhere else suddenly shouted:
"Father! father! a great enormous turtle! Please make haste. It is waddling back to the sea as hard as it can go, and we can't stop it."
"Father! Father! There's a huge turtle! Please hurry. It's waddling back to the sea as fast as it can, and we can't stop it."
This appeal being more pressing, as well as more important than Jack's, I snatched up an oar and hastened to their assistance.
This request was more urgent and significant than Jack's, so I grabbed an oar and rushed to help them.
Sure enough a large turtle was scrambling quickly toward the water, and was within a few paces of it, although Ernest was valiantly holding on by one of its hind legs.
Sure enough, a big turtle was quickly making its way to the water and was just a few steps away from it, even though Ernest was bravely hanging on to one of its back legs.
I sprang down the bank, and making use of the oar as a lever, we succeeded with some difficulty in turning the creature on its back.
I jumped down the slope, and using the oar as a lever, we managed, with some effort, to flip the creature onto its back.
It was a huge specimen, fully eight feet long, and being now quite helpless, we left it sprawling, and went to inspect Jack's mammoth skeleton, which, of course, proved to be neither more nor less than that of the whale. I convinced him of the fact by pointing out the marks of our feet on the ground, and the broken jaws where we had hacked out the whalebone.
It was a massive specimen, a full eight feet long, and since it was now completely helpless, we left it lying there and went to check out Jack's mammoth skeleton, which, of course, turned out to be just the skeleton of the whale. I proved it to him by pointing out the footprints on the ground and the broken jaws where we had cut out the whalebone.
"What can have made you take up that fancy about a mammoth, my boy?"
"What made you get interested in that mammoth, my boy?"
"Ernest put it into my head, father. He said there seemed to be the skeleton of an antediluvian monster there, so I ran to look closer, and I never thought of the whale, when I saw no fish bones. I suppose Ernest was joking."
"Ernest suggested it to me, dad. He mentioned there looked like the skeleton of an ancient monster there, so I rushed over to take a closer look, and I never considered the whale when I didn’t see any fish bones. I guess Ernest was just joking."
"Whales are generally considered as fishes by those little acquainted with the animal kingdom, but they belong to the class of mammals, which comprises man, the monkey tribes, the bats, the dogs and cats, all hoofed animals, whales and their allies, with other animals, the last on the list being the sloth.
"Whales are often thought of as fish by those who aren't very familiar with the animal kingdom, but they actually belong to the class of mammals, which includes humans, monkeys, bats, dogs, cats, all hoofed animals, whales and their relatives, along with other animals, with the sloth being the last on the list."
"The bones of the whale differ from those of animals, simply in being of a hollow construction, and filled with air so as to render the carcass more buoyant. The bones of birds are also hollow, for the same reason, and in all this we see conspicuously the wisdom and goodness of the great Creator."
"The bones of the whale are different from those of other animals because they are hollow and filled with air, making the carcass more buoyant. Bird bones are also hollow for the same reason, and in all of this, we can clearly see the wisdom and goodness of the great Creator."
"What a marvelous structure it is, father!" said Fritz. "What a ponderous mass of bones! Can we not make use of any of them?"
"What a magnificent structure this is, Dad!" said Fritz. "What a heavy pile of bones! Can we use any of them?"
"Nothing strikes me at this moment; we will leave them to bleach here yet awhile, and perhaps, by sawing them up afterward, make a few chairs, or a reading desk for the museum. But now it is time to return home. Bring the boat round to where the turtle awaits his fate; we must settle how to deal with him."
"Nothing stands out to me right now; we'll leave them to dry here a bit longer, and maybe after cutting them up, we can make a few chairs or a reading desk for the museum. But it's time to head home now. Bring the boat over to where the turtle is waiting for his destiny; we need to figure out what to do with him."
It was soon decided that he must swim. I fastened the empty water-cask to a long line, one end of which was made fast to the bow of the boat, the other carefully passed round the neck and fore paws of the creature, who was then lifted, so as to let him regain his feet, when he instantly made for the water, plunged in, the cask floated after him, and prevented his sinking. We were all on board in a moment; and the worthy fellow, after vainly attempting to dive, set himself diligently to swim right forward, towing us comfortably after him. I was ready to cut the line on the least appearance of danger, and kept him on the course for Safety Bay by striking the water with a boat-hook, right or left, according as the turtle was disposed to turn too much one way or the other.
It was soon decided that he needed to swim. I secured the empty water barrel to a long line, one end tied to the front of the boat, the other carefully looped around the creature’s neck and front legs. He was then lifted so he could regain his footing, and he immediately headed for the water, plunging in. The barrel floated after him, preventing him from sinking. We all got on board in no time, and the brave fellow, after unsuccessfully trying to dive, began to swim straight ahead, pulling us along comfortably behind him. I was prepared to cut the line at the slightest hint of danger and guided him toward Safety Bay by striking the water with a boat hook, left or right, depending on which way the turtle was inclined to turn.
We landed safely at the usual place, near Rockburg, and the turtle was condemned and executed soon afterward; the shell, which was quite eight feet long, and three broad, was, when cleaned and prepared, to form a trough for the water supply at the cave, and the meat was carefully salted, and stored up for many a good and savory meal.
We landed safely at our usual spot, near Rockburg, and the turtle was condemned and executed shortly after; the shell, which measured about eight feet long and three feet wide, was cleaned and prepared to be used as a trough for the water supply at the cave, while the meat was carefully salted and stored for many delicious meals to come.
It had been my intention to bring a piece of land under cultivation before the next rainy season, to be sown with different sorts of grain; but many unforeseen circumstances had intervened to hinder this, and our animals, unaccustomed to the yoke, were not available for the plow.
It was my plan to get a piece of land ready for planting before the next rainy season, to grow various types of grain. However, many unexpected issues came up to prevent this, and our animals, not used to the yoke, weren’t available for plowing.
I therefore gave up the idea for the present, and applied myself, with Ernest's assistance, to completing the loom, which, although the workmanship was clumsy, I succeeded in making quite fit for use. I had fortunately in my younger days spent many hours in the workshops of weavers and other artisans, and therefore I understood more than might have been expected of their various crafts.
I decided to put that idea on hold for now and, with Ernest's help, focused on finishing the loom. Even though the workmanship was a bit rough, I managed to make it fully functional. Luckily, I had spent many hours in the workshops of weavers and other craftsmen when I was younger, so I knew more about their different trades than one might think.
Paste or size was required to smear over the threads; but we could not spare floor for such a purpose, and I used isinglass, which kept the warp moist perfectly well, and spared us the necessity of setting up the loom in a damp uncomfortable place, which has often to be done to prevent the over-drying of the web.
Paste or sizing was needed to coat the threads, but we couldn’t afford to lose floor space for that, so I used isinglass, which kept the warp nicely moist and saved us from having to set up the loom in a damp, uncomfortable spot, something we often have to do to avoid the web drying out too much.
Of this isinglass I also made thin plates, to be used as window-panes; they were at least as transparent as horn, and when fixed deep in the rock, and beyond the reach of rain, did good service in admitting light.
Of this isinglass, I also made thin sheets to use as window panes; they were at least as clear as horn, and when set deep in the rock and out of the rain's reach, they worked well to let in light.
Success encouraging me to persevere, I next began harness-making; the spoils of the chase having furnished us with plenty of leather, with which I covered light frames of wood, using a hairy moss or lichen for stuffing, and ere long the animals were equipped with saddles, stirrups, bridles, yokes, and collars, to the very great satisfaction of their youthful riders and drivers.
Success motivated me to keep going, so I started making harnesses. The rewards from our hunts provided us with plenty of leather, which I used to cover lightweight wooden frames, stuffing them with hairy moss or lichen. Before long, the animals were outfitted with saddles, stirrups, bridles, yokes, and collars, much to the delight of their young riders and drivers.
This occupation was followed by a great deal of work connected with the annual return of the herring shoals, which now took place; to them succeeding, as on former occasions, shoals of other fish, and many seals. More than ever aware of the value of all these, we did not fail to make good use of our opportunities, and captured large numbers.
This work was then followed by a lot of activity related to the annual return of the herring schools, which was happening now; after that, just like before, came schools of other fish and many seals. More aware than ever of how valuable all these were, we made sure to take full advantage of our chances and caught large quantities.
The boys were getting anxious for another shooting expedition; but before undertaking that, I wished to do some basket-making, as sacks were beginning to fail us, and there was constant demand for baskets in which to carry and keep our roots and fruits. Our first attempts were clumsy enough; but, as usual, perseverance was rewarded, and we produced a good supply of all sorts and sizes. One very large basket I furnished with openings through which to pass a strong stick, so that it might, when heavily laden, be carried by two persons.
The boys were getting restless for another shooting trip, but before we did that, I wanted to make some baskets since our sacks were starting to wear out, and we constantly needed baskets to carry and store our roots and fruits. Our first attempts were pretty awkward, but, as usual, hard work paid off, and we made a good supply of all shapes and sizes. I made one really large basket with openings for a sturdy stick, so it could be carried by two people when it was heavily loaded.
No sooner did the children see the force of this idea, than they got a bamboo, and popping little Franz into the basket, carried him about in triumph.
No sooner did the children get the hang of this idea than they grabbed a bamboo stick, tossed little Franz into the basket, and carried him around in triumph.
This amusement suggested a fresh notion to Fritz. "Oh, father," cried he, "don't you think we might make something like this for mother, and carry her much more comfortably than jolting along in the cart?"
This fun idea gave Fritz a new thought. "Oh, Dad," he exclaimed, "don't you think we could create something like this for Mom, so we can carry her more comfortably than bouncing around in the cart?"
The boys shouted with glee at the proposal, and though their mother thought the plan feasible enough, she confessed that she did not much like the thoughts of sitting in the middle of a basket, and just looking out now and then over the rim.
The boys shouted with joy at the idea, and while their mother felt the plan was workable, she admitted she didn’t really like the idea of sitting in the middle of a basket and just looking out occasionally over the edge.
However, I assured her it should be a well-shaped, comfortable sedan-chair, or litter; and the next question was how it should be carried, since the boys could not play the part of Indian palanquin-bearers, either with safety to their mother, or with any pleasure to themselves.
However, I assured her it should be a nicely designed, comfortable sedan chair or litter; and the next question was how it should be carried, since the boys couldn't act as Indian palanquin bearers, either safely for their mother or enjoyably for themselves.
Off ran the boys, and in a short time the basket was securely hung between Storm and Grumble. Fritz and Jack sprang into their saddles, and Ernest very gingerly deposited himself in the "cradle," as Franz called it; they set forth at a most sober pace, the animals, who were perfectly docile, appearing only a little surprised at the new arrangement.
Off ran the boys, and in no time the basket was securely hung between Storm and Grumble. Fritz and Jack jumped onto their saddles, and Ernest carefully settled himself into the "cradle," as Franz called it; they set off at a very serious pace, the animals, who were completely calm, looking only slightly surprised by the new setup.
"Oh, it is so pleasant, mother, it is a delightful motion," cried Ernest, as they passed us; "it swings and rocks really soothingly. Quicker, Fritz! go quicker!" and the trot pleasing him equally well, the pace gradually quickened, till the animals were going along at a rate which shook and jolted the basket about most fearfully. Ernest called and screamed in vain for a halt. His brothers thought it capital fun to "shake up" the "professor," and made the circuit of the level ground near Rockburg, finally pulling up in front of us, like performers stopping to receive the applause of spectators.
"Oh, this is so nice, Mom, it's such a great movement," shouted Ernest as they passed us. "It swings and rocks in such a soothing way. Go faster, Fritz! Speed up!" And since the trot was just as enjoyable for him, the pace gradually increased until the animals were moving at a speed that shook and jolted the basket around quite a bit. Ernest called out and shouted in vain for them to stop. His brothers found it hilarious to “shake up” the “professor” and made a loop around the flat area near Rockburg, finally stopping in front of us, like performers pausing to take in the applause from the audience.
It was impossible to help laughing, the scene was so ridiculous, but Ernest was very angry with his brothers, his reproaches provoked high words in reply, and a quarrel was imminent, but I interfered, and showed them how easily a joke, carried too far, would lead to disputes and bad feeling, urging them to avoid on all occasions any breach of the good-fellowship and brotherly love which was the mainstay of our strength and happiness.
It was impossible not to laugh; the scene was so absurd. However, Ernest was really angry with his brothers, and his complaints led to heated arguments in return, making a fight seem likely. But I stepped in and pointed out how easily a joke taken too far could cause disputes and bad feelings. I urged them to always avoid any breakdown in the camaraderie and brotherly love that supported our strength and happiness.
Good humor was soon restored, Ernest himself helped to unharness the beasts, and got some handfuls of salt and barley to reward their exertions, saying that they must have some more palanquin-practice another day.
Good humor was soon back, and Ernest helped unhitch the animals, giving them some salt and barley as a reward for their hard work, saying they would have more palanquin practice another day.
I was seated with my wife and Fritz beneath the shade of the veranda, engaged in wicker-work, and chatting pleasantly, when suddenly Fritz got up, advanced a step or two, gazing fixedly along the avenue which led from Jackal River, then he exclaimed:
I was sitting with my wife and Fritz under the shade of the porch, working on some wicker items and chatting happily, when suddenly Fritz stood up, took a step or two forward, staring intently down the path that led from Jackal River, and then he called out:
My wife took alarm at this description, and calling the other boys, retreated into the cave, where I desired them to close up the entrances, and keep watch with firearms at the upper windows. These were openings we had made in the rock at some elevation, reached within by steps, and a kind of gallery which passed along the front of the rooms.
My wife was worried by this description, and she called the other boys to retreat into the cave. I asked them to block the entrances and keep watch with firearms at the upper windows. These openings were ones we had made in the rock at a height, accessible by steps, and there was a sort of gallery that ran along the front of the rooms.
Fritz remained by me while I examined the object through my spyglass.
Fritz stayed by me while I looked at the object through my binoculars.
"It is, as I feared, an enormous serpent!" cried I; "it advances directly this way, and we shall be placed in the greatest possible danger, for it will cross the bridge to a certainty."
"It is, as I feared, a huge snake!" I exclaimed; "it's coming right toward us, and we're going to be in serious danger, because it's definitely going to cross the bridge."
"May we not attack it, father?" exclaimed the brave boy.
"Can we not attack it, Dad?" exclaimed the brave boy.
"Only with the greatest caution," returned I; "it is far too formidable, and too tenacious of life, for us rashly to attempt its destruction. Thank God, we are at Rockburg, where we can keep in safe retreat, while we watch for an opportunity to destroy this frightful enemy. Go up to your mother now, and assist in preparing the firearms; I will join you directly, but I must further observe the monster's movements."
"Only with the utmost caution," I replied; "it's way too dangerous and too resilient for us to recklessly try to eliminate it. Thank goodness we're at Rockburg, where we can stay safe while we wait for a chance to take down this terrifying foe. Go up to your mom now and help get the firearms ready; I'll join you shortly, but I need to keep an eye on the monster's movements."
Fritz left me unwilling, while I continued to watch the serpent, which was of gigantic size, and already much too near the bridge to admit of the possibility of removing that means of access to our dwelling. I recollected, too, how easily it would pass through the walls. The reptile advanced with writhing and undulatory movements, from time to time rearing its head to the height of fifteen or twenty feet, and slowly turning it about, as though on the lookout for prey.
Fritz left me reluctantly, while I kept my eyes on the serpent, which was huge and already too close to the bridge for us to be able to remove it as a way to get to our home. I also remembered how easily it could slip through the walls. The reptile moved with writhing and waving motions, occasionally raising its head to a height of fifteen or twenty feet, slowly turning it as if it were searching for something to eat.
We placed ourselves at the upper openings, after strongly barricading everything below, and, ourselves unseen, awaited with beating hearts the further advance of the foe, which speedily became visible to us.
We took our positions at the upper openings, after securely barricading everything below, and, remaining hidden, waited with pounding hearts for the enemy to come closer, which soon became clear to us.
Its movements appeared to become uncertain, as though puzzled by the trace of human habitation; it turned in different directions, coiling and uncoiling, and frequently rearing its head, but keeping about the middle of the space in front of the cave, when suddenly, as though unable to resist doing so, one after another the boys fired, and even their mother discharged her gun. The shots took not the slightest effect beyond startling the monster, whose movements were accelerated. Fritz and I also fired with steadier aim, but with the same want of success, for the monster, passing on with a gliding motion, entered the reedy marsh to the left, and entirely disappeared.
Its movements seemed to become uncertain, as if confused by the signs of human life; it turned in different directions, coiling and uncoiling, frequently lifting its head, but staying around the middle of the space in front of the cave. Then, suddenly, as if unable to hold back, the boys fired their guns one after another, and even their mother took a shot. The gunfire did nothing more than startle the creature, whose movements quickened. Fritz and I also shot with better aim, but we had no more success, as the creature glided away into the reedy marsh to the left and completely vanished.
A wonderful weight seemed lifted from our hearts, while all eagerly discussed the vast length and awful though magnificent appearance of the serpent. I had recognized it as the boa constrictor. It was a vast specimen, upward of thirty feet in length.
A wonderful weight seemed lifted from our hearts as we all eagerly discussed the enormous size and terrifying yet impressive look of the serpent. I had identified it as a boa constrictor. It was a massive specimen, over thirty feet long.
I explained to the children that its name in South America is Boaguacu; the first syllable of that word, with the Latin addition, which indicates that it kills its prey by pressure, or "constriction," gives the name by which it is commonly known.
I told the kids that its name in South America is Boaguacu; the first syllable of that word, combined with the Latin suffix that means it kills its prey by pressure, or "constriction," leads to the name it’s commonly known by.
The near neighborhood of this terrific reptile occasioned me the utmost anxiety; and I desired that no one should leave the house on any pretense whatever, without my express permission.
The nearby presence of this amazing reptile caused me a lot of stress; I insisted that no one should leave the house for any reason without my explicit permission.
During three whole days we were kept in suspense and fear, not daring to stir above a few hundred steps from the door, although during all that time the enemy showed no sign of his presence.
For three entire days, we were filled with suspense and fear, not daring to move more than a few hundred steps from the door, even though the enemy never revealed himself the entire time.
In fact, we might have been induced to think the boa had passed across the swamp, and found his way by some cleft or chasm through the wall of cliffs beyond, had not the restless behavior of our geese and ducks given proof that he still lurked in the thicket of reeds which they were accustomed to make their nightly resting place.
Actually, we might have thought that the boa had crossed the swamp and found its way through a gap or crevice in the cliff wall ahead, if it hadn't been for the restless behavior of our geese and ducks, which indicated that it was still hiding in the patch of reeds where they usually settled for the night.
They swam anxiously about, and with much clapping of wings and disturbed cackling showed their uneasiness; finally taking wing they crossed the harbor, and took up their quarters on Shark Island.
They swam around nervously, flapping their wings and making a lot of noise to show their agitation; finally, they took off and flew across the harbor, settling on Shark Island.
My embarrassment increased, as time passed on. I could not venture to attack with insufficient force a monstrous and formidable serpent concealed in dense thickets amidst dangerous swamps; yet it was dreadful to live in a state of blockade, cut off from all the important duties in which we were engaged, and shut up with our animals in the unnatural light of the cave, enduring constant anxiety and perturbation.
My embarrassment grew as time went on. I couldn't bring myself to face a huge and terrifying serpent hiding in thick bushes in the midst of dangerous swamps; yet it was awful to be stuck in a situation where we were cut off from all the important tasks we were involved in, trapped with our animals in the unnatural light of the cave, constantly feeling anxious and disturbed.
Out of this painful state we were at last delivered by none other than our good old simple-hearted donkey; not, however, by the exercise of a praiseworthy quality, such as the vigilance of the time-honored geese of the Capitol, but by sheer stupidity.
Out of this painful situation, we were finally saved by our good old, simple-hearted donkey; not, however, because of any admirable quality, like the watchfulness of the ancient geese of the Capitol, but through sheer ignorance.
Our situation was rendered the more critical from having no great stock of provisions, or fodder for the animals; and the hay failing us on the evening of the third day, I determined to set them at liberty by sending them, under guidance of Fritz, across the river at the ford.
Our situation became more critical because we didn’t have enough supplies or food for the animals. When we ran out of hay on the evening of the third day, I decided to set them free by sending them across the river at the ford with Fritz as their guide.
He was to ride Lightfoot, and they were to be fastened together until safely over.
He was going to ride Lightfoot, and they were supposed to be tied together until they got safely across.
Next morning we began to prepare for this by tying them in a line, and while so engaged my wife opened the door, when old Grizzle, who was fresh and frolicsome after the long rest and regular feeding, suddenly broke away from the halter, cut some awkward capers, then bolting out, careened at full gallop straight for the marsh.
Next morning, we started getting ready by tying them in a line, and while we were doing that, my wife opened the door. Old Grizzle, who was lively and full of energy after a long break and regular feeding, suddenly broke free from the halter, made some clumsy jumps, and then took off running straight for the marsh.
In vain we called him by name. Fritz would even have rushed after him, had not I held him back. In another moment the ass was close to the thicket, and with the cold shudder of horror, we beheld the snake rear itself from its lair, the fiery eyes glanced around, the dark, deadly jaws opened widely, the forked tongue darted greedily forth—poor Grizzle's fate was sealed.
We called out to him, but it was pointless. Fritz would have chased after him if I hadn't stopped him. In just a moment, the donkey was near the thicket, and with a cold chill of fear, we saw the snake rise from its hiding spot, its fiery eyes scanning the area, its dark, dangerous jaws opening wide, and its forked tongue flicking out hungrily—poor Grizzle was doomed.
Becoming aware on a sudden of his danger, he stopped short, spread out all four legs, and set up the most piteous and discordant bray that ever wrung echo from the rocks.
Suddenly realizing he was in danger, he halted, spread out all four legs, and let out the most sorrowful and jarring bray that ever echoed off the rocks.
Swift and straight as a fencer's thrust, the destroyer was upon him, wound round him, entangled, enfolded, compressed him, all the while cunningly avoiding the convulsive kicks of the agonized animal.
Quick and direct like a fencer's strike, the destroyer was on him, wrapped around him, tangled, enveloping him, squeezing him, all the while skillfully dodging the frantic kicks of the suffering creature.
A cry of horror arose from the spectators of this miserable tragedy.
A scream of horror came from the audience witnessing this tragic event.
"Shoot him, father! oh, shoot him—do save poor Grizzle!"
"Shoot him, Dad! Oh, please shoot him—save poor Grizzle!"
"My children, it is impossible!" cried I. "Our old friend is lost to us for ever! I have hopes, however, that when gorged with his prey we may be able to attack the snake with some chance of success."
"My kids, it's impossible!" I shouted. "Our old friend is lost to us forever! However, I have hopes that when he's full from his meal, we might have a real chance to take on the snake."
"But the horrible wretch is never going to swallow him all at once, father?" cried Jack. "That will be too shocking!"
"But the awful monster isn't going to eat him all at once, right, Dad?" cried Jack. "That would be too shocking!"
"Snakes have no grinders, but only fangs, therefore they cannot chew their food, and must swallow it whole. But although the idea is startling, it is not really more shocking than the rending, tearing, and shedding of blood which occurs when the lions and tigers seize their prey."
"Snakes don’t have grinders, just fangs, so they can’t chew their food and have to swallow it whole. But even though that sounds surprising, it’s not any more shocking than the tearing, ripping, and shedding of blood that happens when lions and tigers catch their prey."
"But," said Franz, "how can the snake separate the flesh from the bones without teeth? And is this kind of snake poisonous?"
"But," said Franz, "how can the snake separate the flesh from the bones without any teeth? And is this type of snake poisonous?"
"No, dear child," said I, "only fearfully strong and ferocious. And it has no need to tear the flesh from the bones. It swallows them, skin, hair, and all, and digests everything in its stomach."
"No, dear child," I said, "it's just terrifyingly powerful and savage. It doesn't need to rip the flesh off the bones. It swallows them whole, skin, hair, and all, and digests everything inside."
"Only see," I replied, "how the monster deals with his victim; closer and more tightly he curls his crushing folds, the bones give way, he is kneading him into a shapeless mass. He will soon begin to gorge his prey, and slowly but surely it will disappear down that distended maw!"
"Just look," I replied, "at how the monster handles his victim; he wraps his crushing coils tighter and tighter, the bones are breaking, he's turning him into a formless mass. Soon he will start to devour his prey, and little by little, it will vanish down that gaping mouth!"
The mother, with little Franz, found the scene all too horrible, and hastened into the cave, trembling and distressed.
The mother, with little Franz, found the scene way too awful, and quickly rushed into the cave, shaking and upset.
To the rest of us there seemed a fearful fascination in the dreadful sight, and we could not move from the spot. I expected that the boa, before swallowing his prey, would cover it with saliva, to aid in the operation, although it struck me that its very slender forked tongue was about the worst possible implement for such a purpose.
To the rest of us, there was a scary fascination in the terrible scene, and we couldn't tear ourselves away. I thought the boa would cover its prey in saliva before swallowing it to help with the process, even though it occurred to me that its thin, forked tongue was probably the worst tool for that job.
It was evident to us, however, that this popular idea was erroneous.
It was clear to us, however, that this popular belief was incorrect.
The act of lubricating the mass must have taken place during the process of swallowing; certainly nothing was applied beforehand.
The lubrication of the mass must have happened while swallowing; definitely, nothing was applied beforehand.
This wonderful performance lasted from seven in the morning until noon. When the awkward morsel was entirely swallowed, the serpent lay stiff, distorted, and apparently insensible along the edge of the marsh.
This amazing performance went on from seven in the morning until noon. When the clumsy morsel was completely swallowed, the snake lay rigid, twisted, and seemingly unresponsive along the edge of the marsh.
I felt that now or never was the moment for attack!
I felt like it was now or never to make my move!
Calling on my sons to maintain their courage and presence of mind, I left our retreat with a feeling of joyous emotion quite new to me, and approached with rapid steps and leveled gun the outstretched form of the serpent. Fritz followed me closely.
Calling on my sons to stay brave and keep their wits about them, I left our hideout feeling an unfamiliar joy, and I quickly moved toward the outstretched form of the serpent with my gun aimed. Fritz stayed right behind me.
Jack, somewhat timidly, came several paces behind; while Ernest, after a little hesitation, remained where he was.
Jack, a bit shy, walked a few steps behind, while Ernest, after a moment's hesitation, stayed where he was.
The monster's body was stiff and motionless, which made its rolling and fiery eyes and the slow, spasmodic undulations of it tail more fearful by contrast.
The monster's body was rigid and still, which made its rolling, fiery eyes and the slow, jerky movements of its tail even more frightening by contrast.
Advancing closer, we fired our pistols directly into its head, a convulsive quiver ran through the mighty frame, and the boa constrictor lay dead.
Advancing closer, we fired our guns right into its head, a convulsive quiver ran through its massive body, and the boa constrictor lay dead.
As we raised a cry of victory, Jack, desirous of a share in the glory of conquest, ran close to the creature, firing his pistol into its side, when he was sent sprawling over and over by a movement of its tail, excited to a last galvanic effort by the shot.
As we cheered in victory, Jack, eager to claim a part of the glory, ran up to the creature and shot his pistol into its side. In response, it swung its tail and sent him tumbling over and over, the shot provoking one final burst of energy.
Being in no way hurt, he speedily recovered his feet, and declared he had given it its quietus.
Being completely unharmed, he quickly got back on his feet and stated that he had put an end to it.
"I hope the terrible noise you made just now was the signal of victory," said my wife, drawing near, with the utmost circumspection, and holding Franz tightly by the hand. "I was half afraid to come, I assure you."
"I hope that awful noise you just made was a victory cheer," said my wife, approaching cautiously and gripping Franz's hand tightly. "I was half afraid to come over, I really was."
"See this dreadful creature dead at our feet; and let us thank God that we have been able to destroy such an enemy."
"Look at this terrible creature lying dead at our feet; let's thank God that we were able to defeat such an enemy."
"What's to be done with him now?" asked Jack.
"What's going to happen to him now?" asked Jack.
"Let us get him stuffed," said Fritz, "and set him up in the museum among our shells and corals."
"Let's get him stuffed," said Fritz, "and put him in the museum with our shells and corals."
"Did anybody ever think of eating serpents?" inquired Franz.
"Has anyone ever considered eating snakes?" Franz asked.
"Of course not!" said his mother. "Why, child, serpents are poisonous—it would be very dangerous."
"Of course not!" his mother said. "Why, sweetheart, snakes are poisonous—it would be very dangerous."
"Excuse me, my dear wife," said I. "First of all, the boa is not poisonous; and then, besides that, the flesh of even poisonous snakes can be eaten without danger; as, for instance, the rattlesnake, from which can be made a strong and nourishing soup, tasting very like good chicken broth—of course, the cook must be told to throw away the head, containing the deadly fangs.
"Excuse me, my dear wife," I said. "First off, the boa isn't poisonous; and beyond that, the meat of even poisonous snakes can be safely eaten; for example, the rattlesnake, which can be used to make a hearty and nutritious soup that tastes a lot like good chicken broth—just make sure the cook knows to discard the head, which has the deadly fangs."
"The vessel had a cargo of live pigs. The crew escaped to the mainland in a boat, but the pigs had to be left for some time, till the owner could return to fetch them, but with the small hope of finding many left alive.
"The ship was carrying a load of live pigs. The crew made it to the mainland in a boat, but the pigs had to be left behind for a while until the owner could come back to get them, although there was little hope that many would still be alive."
"To his surprise, the animals were not only alive, but remarkably fat and flourishing, while not a single rattlesnake remained on the island. The pigs had clearly eaten the serpents."
"To his surprise, the animals were not only alive but also surprisingly fat and thriving, and there wasn't a single rattlesnake left on the island. The pigs had definitely eaten the snakes."
"But might not some other cause have been assigned for their disappearance?" asked Ernest. "Suppose, for example, that a great flight of secretary birds had arrived, they might have cleared the island of rattlesnakes."
"But could there be another reason for their disappearance?" asked Ernest. "What if, for instance, a huge flock of secretary birds showed up? They might have wiped out all the rattlesnakes on the island."
"Oh, what is a secretary bird?" interrupted Franz. "I thought a secretary meant a man who wrote letters."
"Oh, what’s a secretary bird?" interrupted Franz. "I thought a secretary was a guy who wrote letters."
"So it does, Franz, and the bird Ernest spoke of has curious long feathers projecting from either side of its head, something like pens stuck behind a man's ear; hence its name.
"So it does, Franz, and the bird Ernest mentioned has these interesting long feathers sticking out from each side of its head, kind of like pens tucked behind a man's ear; that's how it got its name."
"It is perfectly true that it lives on snakes, lizards, toads, and frogs, but, Ernest, I cannot give up my pigs; for, in the first place, the secretary bird is an inhabitant of Southern Africa, and is never seen in North America, neither does it ever fly in a flock; still, so ravenous is its appetite, that, no doubt, even one or two, had they by some miracle found themselves on Lake Superior, would have been able to give a very good account of the deadly reptiles, and at least shared in the glory of their extermination."
"It’s true that it eats snakes, lizards, toads, and frogs, but, Ernest, I can’t give up my pigs. First of all, the secretary bird lives in Southern Africa and is never seen in North America, plus it doesn’t fly in flocks. Still, its appetite is so huge that even one or two, if by some miracle they ended up on Lake Superior, would definitely be able to handle the deadly reptiles and at least share in the glory of getting rid of them."
My wife having gone to prepare dinner, we continued talking as we rested in the shade of some rocks, near the serpent, for a considerable time. The open air was welcome to us after our long imprisonment: and we were, besides, desirous to drive off any birds of prey who might be attracted to the carcass, which we wished to preserve entire.
My wife went to prepare dinner, and we kept talking while we rested in the shade of some rocks near the snake for quite a while. The fresh air felt great after being cooped up for so long, and we also wanted to scare away any birds of prey that might be drawn to the carcass, which we wanted to keep intact.
My boys questioned me closely on the subject of serpents in general; and I described to them the action of the poison fangs; how they folded back on the sides of the upper jaw; and how the poison-secreting glands and reservoir are found at the back and sides of the head, giving to the venomous serpents that peculiar width of head which is so unfailing a characteristic.
My boys asked me a lot of questions about snakes in general, and I explained how their venomous fangs work—showing how they fold back on the sides of the upper jaw. I told them that the glands that produce the poison and the reservoir are located at the back and sides of the head, which gives venomous snakes that distinctive wide head shape that is such a reliable feature.
"The fangs are hollow," said I, "and when the creature bites, the pressure forces down a tiny drop of the liquid poison which enters the wound, and, through the veins, quickly spreads over the entire system. Sometimes, if taken in time, cures are effected, but in most cases the bite of a serpent is followed by speedy death."
"The fangs are hollow," I said, "and when the creature bites, the pressure pushes a small drop of poison into the wound, which then spreads rapidly through the veins and throughout the entire body. Sometimes, if treated quickly, there are remedies, but in most cases, a snake bite leads to swift death."
The children were much interested in my account of the snake-charmers of India, how they fearlessly handle the most deadly of the serpent tribe, the Cobra di Capello—or hooded cobra—cause them to move in time to musical sounds from a small pipe, twine the reptile about their arms and bare necks, and then, to prove that the poison fangs have not been removed, make them bite a fowl, which soon dies from the effects.
The kids were really interested in my story about the snake charmers of India, how they bravely handle the deadliest snakes, the Cobra di Capello—or hooded cobra—making them move in time to the music from a small pipe, wrapping the snakes around their arms and bare necks, and then, to prove that the poison fangs haven't been removed, getting them to bite a bird, which quickly dies from the poison.
"How is it possible to extract the fangs, father!" asked Ernest.
"How can we pull out the fangs, Dad?" asked Ernest.
"No instrument is required," replied I; "I have read the account written by a gentleman in India, who saw a snake-charmer catch a large cobra in the jungle, and for the purpose of removing the fangs, hold up a cloth at which the irritated snake flew, and the fangs being caught in it, the man seized the reptile by the throat, extracted them, and then squeezed out the poison, a clear oily substance, upon a leaf."
"No instruments are needed," I replied; "I read about a guy in India who watched a snake charmer catch a big cobra in the jungle. To remove its fangs, he held up a cloth, and the angry snake struck at it. The charmer then grabbed the snake by the throat, took out the fangs, and squeezed the poison, a clear oily liquid, onto a leaf."
"What does the rattle of the rattlesnake look like? and how does it sound?"
"What does a rattlesnake's rattle look like? And how does it sound?"
"At the tip of the tail are a number of curious, loose, horny structures formed of the same substance as the scales. A very good idea of the structure of the rattle may be formed by slipping a number of thimbles loosely into each other.
"At the end of the tail are several interesting, loose, hard structures made of the same material as the scales. You can get a great idea of how the rattle is built by loosely stacking several thimbles together."
"The rattlesnake lies coiled with its head flat, and the tip of its tail elevated; when alarmed or irritated it gives a quivering movement to the tail which causes the joints of the rattle to shake against each other with a peculiar sound not easily described; all animals, even horses newly brought from Europe, tremble at this noise, and try to escape."
"The rattlesnake is coiled up with its head flat, and the tip of its tail raised. When it's threatened or annoyed, it makes a quivering motion with its tail that causes the rattles to shake against each other, producing a unique sound that's hard to describe. All animals, including horses recently brought over from Europe, are frightened by this noise and try to run away."
"What is the best thing to be done for the bite of a serpent?" inquired Fritz.
"What is the best way to treat a snake bite?" asked Fritz.
"Remedies are very various, very uncertain, and differ with the species inflicting the bite.
"Remedies are very different, very uncertain, and vary depending on the type of creature that delivers the bite."
"Suction, ammonia, oil, the use of the knife, application of fresh mold, lunar caustic, leaves of certain plants, all these and more are mentioned. There is a creeping plant, called Aristolochia indica, the leaves of which have in repeated instances done wonders for fearful bites. It is found in many parts of the world, but most plentifully in the hotter regions.
"Suction, ammonia, oil, using a knife, applying fresh mold, lunar caustic, and leaves from certain plants are all mentioned. There's a creeping plant called Aristolochia indica, whose leaves have repeatedly done wonders for severe bites. It's found in many parts of the world but is most abundant in hotter regions."
"A mode of cure adopted by natives of India, Ceylon, and parts of Africa, is by the application of a remarkable object called snake-stone. These are described as flattish, something like half an almond with squared ends, rather light, bearing a very high polish, and of an intense jetty black.
"A healing method used by people in India, Sri Lanka, and some parts of Africa involves a unique object known as snake-stone. These stones are described as being somewhat flat, resembling half an almond with squared ends, fairly lightweight, highly polished, and a deep, glossy black."
"On being bitten by a cobra, the sufferer applies one of these 'stones' to each puncture, where they adhere strongly for a time, five or six minutes being about the average. They seem to absorb the blood as it flows from the wound, and at last fall off, when the danger is considered to be over.
"After being bitten by a cobra, the person affected puts one of these 'stones' on each bite, where they stick strongly for a while, usually around five to six minutes. They appear to soak up the blood as it flows from the wound and eventually fall off when it's believed that the danger has passed."
"But now we must leave this fertile subject of discussion, and I can only say I sincerely trust we may never have cause to resume it from the appearance of another serpent here of any sort, size, or description.
"But now we need to move on from this rich topic of discussion, and I can only express my genuine hope that we never have a reason to revisit it due to the appearance of another snake here, regardless of its kind, size, or description."
"Come, Ernest, can you not give us an epitaph for our unfortunate friend the donkey?
"Come on, Ernest, can you give us an epitaph for our unfortunate friend, the donkey?"
Ernest took the matter quite seriously, and planting his elbows on his knees, he bent his thoughtful brow in his hands, and remained wrapt in poetic meditation for about two minutes.
Ernest took the matter seriously and, resting his elbows on his knees, he held his furrowed brow in his hands, lost in deep thought for about two minutes.
"I have it!" cried he; "but perhaps you will all laugh at me?"
"I've got it!" he shouted, "but maybe you'll all laugh at me?"
"No, no, don't be shy, old fellow; spit it out!" and thus encouraged by his brother, Ernest, with the blush of a modest author, began:
"No, no, don't be shy, my friend; just say it!" and with that encouragement from his brother, Ernest, blushing like a modest author, started:
He was a loyal donkey and loved by everyone. Finally, he disobeyed his master's voice, And so began his sad decline.
A huge serpent, emerging from the grass,
Caught, crushed, and swallowed him right in front of us
But we, even as we grieve for our honest friend,
We are grateful because he saved lives by doing so.
Of all the people on this shore—
A father, a mother, and their four children.
"Hurrah for the epitaph! Well done, Ernest!" resounded on all sides, and taking out a large red pencil I used for marking wood, the lines were forthwith inscribed on a great flat stone, being, as I told the boy, the very best poetry that had ever been written on our coast.
"Hooray for the epitaph! Great job, Ernest!" echoed from all around, and taking out a large red pencil I used for marking wood, I immediately wrote the lines on a big flat stone, telling the boy that it was the best poetry ever written on our coast.
We then had dinner, and afterward went to work with the serpent.
We had dinner, and afterward, we got to work with the serpent.
The first operation was to recover the mangled remains of the ass, which being effected, he was buried in the soft marshy ground close by, and the hole filled up with fragments of rock.
The first task was to recover the battered remains of the donkey. Once that was done, he was buried in the soft, marshy ground nearby, and the hole was filled with pieces of rock.
Then we yoked Storm and Grumble to the serpent, and dragged it to a convenient distance from Rockburg, where the process of skinning, stuffing, and sewing up again afforded occupation of the deepest interest to the boys for several days.
Then we hitched Storm and Grumble to the serpent and pulled it away to a spot that was convenient from Rockburg, where the tasks of skinning, stuffing, and sewing it back up kept the boys engaged for several days.
We took great pains to coil it round a pole in the museum, arranging the head with the jaws wide open, so as to look as alarming as possible, and contriving to make eyes and tongue sufficiently well to represent nature; in fact, our dogs never passed the monster without growling, and must have wondered at our taste in keeping such a pet.
We worked hard to wrap it around a pole in the museum, positioning the head with its jaws open wide to make it look as frightening as possible, and we crafted the eyes and tongue well enough to mimic nature; in fact, our dogs never walked past the monster without growling and must have questioned our choice in keeping such a pet.
Over the entrance leading to the museum and library were inscribed these words:
Over the entrance to the museum and library were these words inscribed:
NO ADMITTANCE FOR ASSES.
NO ADMITTANCE FOR ASSES.
The double meaning of this sentence pleased us all immensely.
The double meaning of this sentence really pleased all of us.
CHAPTER 12.
We explore the marsh—Discover a cave—We find the floor covered with fuller's earth—We fire our pistols—Jack gets scared—Ernest catches an eel—An expedition to the Gap—We visit Falconhurst and Woodlands and check out the surrounding area—Franz shoots a capybara—Ernest and Knips battle the rats—A talk about musk—Cinnamon apples—A hunt for peccaries—We prepare the peccary meat—Troubles at Prospect Hill—An exploration through the Gap—We notice our barrier broken down across the desert—Strange objects in the distance—A report on ostriches—One ostrich killed—We find the nest—A mud tortoise—We run into bears—A fierce fight—Back to camp—We skin the bears and smoke their meat—Pepper discovered—Three of the boys head out on an expedition—I find talc.
The greatest danger to which we had yet been exposed was now over, but there remained much anxiety in my mind lest another serpent might, unseen by us, have entered the swamp, or might appear, as this had done, from the country beyond Falconhurst.
The biggest threat we had faced was now behind us, but I still felt a lot of anxiety that another snake might, without us noticing, have slithered into the swamp, or might show up, just like this one did, from the area beyond Falconhurst.
I projected then two excursions, the first to make a thorough examination of the thicket and morass; the next right away to the Gap, through which alone the archenemy could have entered our territory.
I planned two trips: the first to thoroughly explore the thicket and swamp; the second straight to the Gap, which was the only way the main enemy could have entered our territory.
On summoning my sons to accompany me to the marsh, I found neither Ernest nor Jack very eager to do so, the latter vowing he had the cold shivers each time he thought how his ribs might have been smashed by the last flap of the snake's tail; but I did not yield to their reluctance, and we finally set about crossing the marsh by placing planks and wicker hurdles on the ground, and changing their places as we advanced.
When I called my sons to join me in going to the marsh, neither Ernest nor Jack was very eager to come. Jack insisted he got the chills every time he thought about how his ribs could have been broken by the last snap of the snake's tail. But I didn’t give in to their hesitation, and we eventually started crossing the marsh by laying down planks and wicker hurdles on the ground and moving them around as we progressed.
Emerging beyond the thicket we found ourselves on firm ground, near the precipitous wall of rock, and perceived a clear sparkling brook flowing from an opening, which proved to be a cave or grotto of considerable size.
Emerging from the thicket, we found ourselves on solid ground, close to the steep rock wall, and saw a clear, sparkling brook flowing from an opening that turned out to be a large cave or grotto.
The vaulted roof was covered with stalactites, while many formed stately pillars, which seemed as though supporting the roof. The floor was strewn with fine snow-white earth, with a smooth soapy feeling, which I felt convinced was fuller's earth.
The vaulted ceiling was lined with stalactites, while many of them created impressive pillars that looked like they were holding up the ceiling. The floor was covered with fine, snow-white dirt that felt smooth and soapy, and I was sure it was fuller's earth.
"Well, this is a pleasant discovery!" said I. "This is as good as soap for washing, and will save me the trouble of turning soap-boiler."
"Wow, this is a nice find!" I said. "This is just as good as soap for cleaning, and it will save me the hassle of making soap."
Perceiving that the streamlet flowed from an opening of some width in the inner rock, Fritz passed through, in order to trace it to its source, presently shouting to me that the opening widened very much, and begging me to follow him.
Seeing that the stream flowed from a fairly wide opening in the inner rock, Fritz went through it to find its source, soon calling out to me that the opening got much larger and asking me to follow him.
I did so, leaving the other boys in the outer cave, and fired a pistol-shot—the reverberating echoes of which testified to the great extent of the place; and lighting the bit of candle I always carried with me, we advanced, the light burning clear and steadily, though shedding a very feeble light in so vast a space.
I did that, leaving the other boys in the outer cave, and fired a shot from my pistol—the echoes showed just how big the place was; then, I lit the small candle I always carried with me, and we moved forward, the light burning bright and steady, even though it was pretty weak in such a large space.
Suddenly Fritz exclaimed:
Suddenly, Fritz shouted:
"I verily believe this is a second cave of salt! See how the walls glance! and how the light is reflected from the roof!"
"I truly believe this is another salt cave! Look at how the walls shimmer! And see how the light reflects off the ceiling!"
"These cannot be salt crystals," said I; "the water which flows over them leaves no track, and tastes quite sweet. I am rather inclined to believe that we have penetrated into a cave of rock crystal!"
"These can’t be salt crystals," I said; "the water flowing over them leaves no trace and tastes pretty sweet. I'm starting to think that we have entered a cave of rock crystal!"
"Oh, how splendid! Then we have discovered a great treasure!"
"Oh, how amazing! We’ve found a great treasure!"
"Certainly, if we could make any use of it; otherwise, in our situation, it is about as valuable as the lump of gold found by good old Robinson Crusoe."
"Sure, if we could actually use it; otherwise, in our situation, it's about as useful as the chunk of gold found by good old Robinson Crusoe."
"You must go more carefully to work, or it will look as dull as the first. You destroyed its true form, which is that of a pyramid, with six sides or faces."
"You need to be more careful in your work, or it will turn out as boring as the first one. You've ruined its true shape, which should be a pyramid with six sides or faces."
We remained some time in this interesting grotto, but our light burnt low after we had examined it in different directions; and Fritz having secured a large lump, which exhibited several crystals in perfection, we quitted the place, Fritz discharging a farewell shot for the sake of hearing the grand echoes.
We stayed for a while in this fascinating cave, but our light dimmed after we explored it in various directions. Fritz managed to collect a large piece that had several perfect crystals, and we left the place, with Fritz firing a farewell shot just to hear the impressive echoes.
On reaching the open air we saw poor Jack sobbing bitterly, but as soon as we appeared he ran joyfully toward us, and threw himself into my arms.
On reaching the fresh air, we saw poor Jack crying hard, but as soon as he saw us, he ran happily towards us and jumped into my arms.
"My child, what is the matter?" I cried anxiously.
"My child, what's wrong?" I said anxiously.
"Oh, I thought you were lost! I heard a noise twice, as if the rocks had shattered down; and I thought you and Fritz were crushed in the ruins! It was horrible! How glad I am to see you!"
"Oh, I thought you were lost! I heard a noise twice, like the rocks had fallen; and I thought you and Fritz were trapped under the debris! It was awful! I'm so relieved to see you!"
I comforted the child, and explained the noises he had heard, inquiring why he was alone?
I comforted the child and explained the noises he had heard, asking why he was alone.
"Ernest is over there among the reeds: I daresay he did not hear the shots."
"Ernest is over there in the reeds: I bet he didn't hear the shots."
I found Ernest busily engaged in weaving a basket in which to catch fish; he had devised it ingeniously, with a funnel-shaped entrance; through which the fish passing would not easily find their way out, but would remain swimming about in the wide part of the apparatus.
I found Ernest hard at work weaving a basket to catch fish; he had cleverly designed it with a funnel-shaped opening; through which the fish passing wouldn't easily escape, but would keep swimming in the wider part of the device.
"I shot a young serpent while you were away, father," said he. "It lies there covered with rushes; it is nearly four feet long, and as thick as my arm."
"I killed a young snake while you were gone, Dad," he said. "It's lying over there covered with reeds; it's almost four feet long and as thick as my arm."
"A serpent!" cried I, hurrying toward it in alarm, and fearing there must be a brood of them in the swamp after all.
"A snake!" I shouted, rushing toward it in panic, worried there might be a whole bunch of them in the swamp after all.
"Well, I thought it would be so horrid to be pursued and caught that I preferred facing it; my shot took effect, but it was very difficult to kill the creature outright, it moved about although its head was smashed."
"Well, I thought it would be so terrible to be chased and captured that I preferred to confront it; my shot hit its mark, but it was really hard to kill the creature right away; it kept moving even though its head was crushed."
"The tenacity of life possessed by eels is very remarkable," I said. "I have heard that the best mode of killing them is to grasp them by the neck and slap their tails smartly against a stone or post."
"The determination of life found in eels is truly impressive," I said. "I've heard that the best way to kill them is to hold them by the neck and hit their tails sharply against a stone or a post."
We made our way back more easily by keeping close to the cliffs, where the ground was firmer, and found the mother washing clothes at the fountain. She rejoiced greatly at our safe return, and was much pleased with the supply of fuller's earth, as she said there was now very little soap left. The eel was cooked for supper, and during the evening a full account was given of our passage through the swamp, and discovery of the rock-crystal cavern.
We made our way back more easily by sticking close to the cliffs, where the ground was more solid, and found our mother washing clothes at the fountain. She was really happy about our safe return and was thrilled with the supply of fuller's earth, since she said there was barely any soap left. We had eel for dinner, and during the evening, we gave a full account of our journey through the swamp and the discovery of the rock-crystal cave.
It was most important to ascertain whether any serpent lurked among the woods of our little territory between the cliffs and the sea. Preparations were set on foot for the second and greater undertaking of a search throughout the country beyond the river, as far as the Gap. I wished all the family to go on the expedition, a decision which gave universal satisfaction.
It was crucial to find out if any snakes were hiding in the woods of our small territory between the cliffs and the sea. We began preparations for a larger search throughout the land beyond the river, all the way to the Gap. I wanted the whole family to join the expedition, and everyone was happy with that decision.
Intending to be engaged in this search for several weeks, we took the small tent and a store of all sorts of necessary provisions, as well as firearms, tools, cooking utensils, and torches.
Intending to be involved in this search for several weeks, we packed a small tent along with a supply of all kinds of essential provisions, as well as firearms, tools, cooking gear, and flashlights.
All these things were packed on the cart, which was drawn by Storm and Grumble. Jack and Franz mounted them, and acted at once the part of riders and drivers. My wife sat comfortably in the cart, Fritz rode in advance, while Ernest and I walked; we were protected in flank by the dogs and Fangs, the tame jackal.
All these things were loaded onto the cart, which was pulled by Storm and Grumble. Jack and Franz climbed on and took on the roles of both riders and drivers. My wife sat comfortably in the cart, Fritz rode ahead, while Ernest and I walked; we were flanked by the dogs and Fangs, the tame jackal.
At Falconhurst we made a halt, and were, as usual, welcomed by the poultry, as well as by the sheep and goats.
At Falconhurst, we stopped, and as usual, we were welcomed by the poultry, along with the sheep and goats.
We then passed on to Woodlands, where we arrived at nightfall. All was peaceful and in good order; no track of the boa in that direction; no signs of visits from mischievous apes; the little farm and its inhabitants looked most flourishing.
We then moved on to Woodlands, arriving at sunset. Everything was calm and well-maintained; there were no signs of the boa in that area; no evidence of visits from playful monkeys; the small farm and its residents appeared to be thriving.
Next day was passed in making a survey of the immediate neighborhood, at the same time collecting a quantity of cotton, which was wanted for new pillows and cushions. In the afternoon Franz was my companion, carrying a small gun entrusted to him for the first time.
The next day was spent exploring the nearby area while also gathering a good amount of cotton needed for some new pillows and cushions. In the afternoon, Franz joined me, carrying a small gun that was given to him for the first time.
We took Fan and Bruno with us, and went slowly along the left bank of the lake, winding our way among reedy thickets, which frequently turned us aside a considerable distance from the water. The dogs hunted about in all directions, and raised duck, snipe, and heron. These usually flew directly across the lake so that Franz got no chance of a shot. He began to get rather impatient, and proposed firing at the black swans we saw sailing gracefully on the glassy surface of the lake.
We took Fan and Bruno with us and made our way slowly along the left bank of the lake, winding through the thick reeds that often led us away from the water. The dogs were running around everywhere, flushing out ducks, snipe, and herons. These usually flew right across the lake, so Franz didn’t get any chances to take a shot. He started to feel a bit impatient and suggested we fire at the black swans we saw gliding gracefully on the smooth surface of the lake.
Just then a harsh booming sound struck our ears. I paused in wonder as to whence the noise proceeded, while Franz exclaimed, "Oh, father, can that be Swift, our young onager?"
Just then a loud booming sound hit our ears. I stopped in awe, wondering where the noise was coming from, while Franz exclaimed, "Oh, dad, could that be Swift, our young donkey?"
"It cannot possibly be Swift," said I; adding, after listening attentively a minute or two, "I am inclined to think it must be the cry of a bittern, a fine handsome bird of the nature of a heron."
"It can't be Swift," I said; then, after listening carefully for a minute or two, I added, "I think it must be the call of a bittern, a beautiful bird that's similar to a heron."
"Oh! may I shoot it, father? But I wonder how a bird can make that roaring noise! One would think it was an ox, it is more like lowing than braying."
"Oh! Can I shoot it, Dad? But I'm curious how a bird can make that roaring noise! You’d think it was an ox; it sounds more like lowing than braying."
"The noise creatures make depends more on the construction of the windpipe, its relation to the lungs and the strength of the muscles which force out the breath, than on their size. As, for example, how loud is the song of the nightingale and the little canary bird. Some people say the bittern booms with his long bill partly thrust into the boggy ground, which increases the hollow muffled sound of its very peculiar cry."
"The sounds creatures make depend more on the structure of the windpipe, its connection to the lungs and the strength of the muscles that push out the breath, rather than their size. For instance, consider how loud the song of the nightingale is compared to that of a small canary. Some people say the bittern makes a booming sound with its long bill partly buried in the muddy ground, which enhances the deep, muffled quality of its unique cry."
Franz was very anxious that the first trophy of his gun should be so rare a bird as the bittern; the dogs were sent into the wood, and we waited some distance apart, in readiness to fire.
Franz was really eager for the first trophy from his gun to be such a rare bird as the bittern. The dogs were sent into the woods, and we waited a little way apart, ready to shoot.
All at once there was a great rustling in the thicket, Franz fired, and I heard his happy voice calling out:
All of a sudden, there was a lot of rustling in the bushes, Franz shot, and I heard his cheerful voice calling out:
"I've hit him! I've hit him!"
"I've hit him! I've hit him!"
"What have you hit?" shouted I in return.
"What did you hit?" I shouted back.
"A wild pig," said he; "but bigger than Fritz's."
"A wild pig," he said, "but bigger than Fritz's."
"Aha! I see you remember the agouti! Perhaps it is not a hog at all but one of our little pigs from the farm. What will the old sow say to you, Franz?"
"Aha! I see you remember the agouti! Maybe it’s not a hog at all but one of our little pigs from the farm. What will the old sow say to you, Franz?"
I soon joined my boy, and found him in transports of joy over an animal certainly very much like a pig, although its snout was broad and blunt. It was covered with bristles, had no tail, and in color was a yellowish gray.
I quickly joined my boy and found him ecstatic over an animal that looked a lot like a pig, even though its snout was wide and flat. It was covered in bristles, had no tail, and was a yellowish-gray color.
Examining it carefully, and noticing its webb feet and its curious teeth, I decided that it must be a capybara, a water-loving animal of South America, and Franz was overjoyed to find that he had shot "a new creature," as he said. It was difficult to carry it home, but he very sensibly proposed that we should open and clean the carcase, which would make it lighter—and then putting it in a game bag, he carried it till quite tired out; he then asked if I thought Bruno would let him strap it on his back. We found the dog willing to bear the burden, and reached Woodlands soon afterward.
Examining it closely and noticing its webbed feet and unique teeth, I determined it must be a capybara, a water-loving animal from South America. Franz was thrilled to discover he had shot "a new creature," as he put it. It was tough to carry it home, but he wisely suggested we should open and clean the carcass, which would make it lighter. Then, after putting it in a game bag, he carried it until he was quite worn out. He then asked if I thought Bruno would allow him to strap it on his back. We found the dog willing to take the load, and we reached Woodlands shortly after.
There we were surprised to see Ernest surrounded by a number of large rats which lay dead on the ground.
There we were surprised to see Ernest surrounded by several large rats that were lying dead on the ground.
"We came upon these creatures quite unexpectedly," he replied, "while in the rice swamp. Knips, who was with us, sprang away to a kind of long-shaped mound among the reeds, and pounced upon something, which tried to escape into a hole. He chattered and gnashed his teeth, and the creature hissed and squeaked, and running up I found he had got a big rat by the tail; he would not let go, and the rat could not turn in the narrow entrance to bite him, but I soon pulled it out and killed it with my stick.
"We stumbled upon these creatures quite unexpectedly," he replied, "while we were in the rice swamp. Knips, who was with us, darted over to a long mound among the reeds and pounced on something that tried to escape into a hole. He chattered and bared his teeth, and the creature hissed and squeaked. When I ran over, I found he had caught a large rat by the tail; he wouldn't let go, and the rat couldn't turn in the narrow entrance to bite him, but I quickly pulled it out and killed it with my stick."
"The mound was a curious looking erection, so I broke it open with some difficulty, and in doing this dislodged quite a dozen of the creatures. Some I killed, but many plunged into the water and escaped.
"The mound was an oddly shaped structure, so I opened it up with some effort, and while doing this, I dislodged about a dozen of the creatures. I killed some, but many jumped into the water and got away."
"On examining their dwelling I found it a vaulted tunnel made of clay and mud, and thickly lined with sedges, rushes, and water-lily leaves.
"Upon inspecting their home, I discovered it was a vaulted tunnel constructed from clay and mud, densely lined with reeds, rushes, and water lily leaves."
"There were other mounds or lodges close by, and seeking an entrance to one I stretched my game bag across it, and then hammered on the roof till a whole lot of rats sprang out, several right into the bag. I hit away right and left, but began to repent of my audacity when I found the whole community swarming about in the wildest excitement, some escaping, but many stopping in bewilderment, while others actually attacked me.
"There were other mounds or lodges nearby, and trying to get into one, I laid my game bag across it and then knocked on the roof until a bunch of rats jumped out, several landing right in the bag. I swung away in all directions, but started to regret my boldness when I saw the whole community buzzing around in a frenzy—some were escaping, but many were just standing there confused, while others actually came at me."
"It was anything but pleasant, I assure you, and I began to think of Bishop Hatto in the Mouse Tower on the Rhine. Knips liked it as little as I did, and skipped about desperately to get out of their way, though he now and then seized a rat by the neck in his teeth.
"It was far from pleasant, I promise you, and I started to think of Bishop Hatto in the Mouse Tower on the Rhine. Knips liked it just as little as I did and jumped around frantically to avoid them, although he occasionally caught a rat by the neck in his teeth."
"Just as I began to shout for help, Juno came dashing through the reeds and water, and made quick work with the enemy, all flying from her attack.
"Just as I started to shout for help, Juno came rushing through the reeds and water, and took care of the enemy quickly, causing them all to flee from her attack."
This account excited my curiosity, and I went to examine the place Ernest described: where I found, to my surprise, an arrangement much like a beaver dam, though on a small scale, and less complete.
This account piqued my curiosity, so I went to check out the spot Ernest mentioned: where I found, to my surprise, a structure similar to a beaver dam, though smaller and less finished.
"You have discovered a colony of beaver rats," said I to Ernest, "so called from their resemblance in skill and manner of life to that wonderful creature.
"You've found a colony of beaver rats," I said to Ernest, "named for how much they resemble that amazing animal in both skill and lifestyle."
"Muskrat, musquash, and ondatra are other names given to them. They have, you see, webbed feet and flattened tails, and we shall find that they carry two small glands containing the scented substance called musk. The sooner we strip off the skins the better; they will be useful for making caps."
"Muskrat, musquash, and ondatra are other names for them. They have webbed feet and flattened tails, and we’ll see that they have two small glands that contain a scented substance called musk. The sooner we remove the skins, the better; they’ll be useful for making caps."
We went back to the house, and met Fritz and Jack just returned from their excursion, reporting that no trace of serpents, great or small, had been met with.
We went back to the house and met Fritz and Jack, who had just returned from their trip, saying that they hadn't found any signs of snakes, big or small.
Jack carried in his hat about a dozen eggs; and Fritz had shot a couple of heath fowls, a cock and hen.
Jack brought in his hat filled with about a dozen eggs, and Fritz had shot a couple of game birds, a male and a female.
We sat down to supper, Franz eager to partake of his capybara. Even he himself made a face at the peculiar flavor of the meat.
We sat down for dinner, Franz excited to try his capybara. Even he made a face at the strange taste of the meat.
"It is the musk which you taste," said I; and I described to them the various animals in which this strange liquid is found; the musk deer, musk ox, crocodile, muskrat of India (also called coudeli, which taints a corked bottle of wine, if it only runs across it), concluding with an account of the civet, called also civet-cat.
"It’s the musk you’re tasting," I said, and I explained to them the different animals that produce this unusual liquid: the musk deer, musk ox, crocodile, and the Indian muskrat (also known as coudeli, which can spoil a sealed bottle of wine just by brushing against it), wrapping up with a description of the civet, also known as the civet-cat.
"The civet," said I, "is a handsome black and white animal, and the perfume obtained from it was formerly considered a valuable medicine; in the present day it is used chiefly as a scent. This odoriferous substance is secreted, i. e., formed, in a double glandular pouch near the tail, and the Dutch keep the creature in captivity, so that it shall afford them a continual supply.
"The civet," I said, "is a beautiful black and white animal, and the perfume made from it used to be seen as a valuable medicine; today, it's mostly used as a fragrance. This fragrant substance is secreted, i. e., produced, in a double glandular pouch near its tail, and the Dutch keep the animal in captivity to ensure they have a steady supply."
"The method of removing the civet perfume is ingenious. The animal is very quick and elastic in its movements, and having sharp teeth it is not pleasant to handle. So it is put into a long, narrow cage in which it cannot turn round, a horn spoon is then introduced, and the perfume, a thick, oily stuff something like butter, is coolly scraped from the pouch, the plundered civet being then released from strait durance, until the supply is reformed."
"The way they get the civet perfume is pretty clever. The animal is really fast and flexible, and since it has sharp teeth, it's not easy to handle. So, it's placed in a long, narrow cage where it can't turn around, and then a horn spoon is used to scrape out the perfume, which is a thick, oily substance similar to butter. After that, the captured civet is let go until it can produce more."
Presently Jack ran for his game bag, producing some fruit which he had forgotten. Several pale green apples, quite new to us, excited general attention.
Currently, Jack rushed to grab his game bag, pulling out some fruit he had forgotten. A few pale green apples, completely new to us, caught everyone's attention.
"Why, what are those? Are they good?" I asked.
"Hey, what are those? Are they any good?" I asked.
"I hope so, for we sadly want something to take away the taste of Franz's beast," said Jack: "but Fritz and I were afraid of eating some awful poison or other, like the manchineel, so we brought them for the inspection of the learned master Knips."
"I hope so, because we really need something to get rid of the taste of Franz's awful dish," said Jack. "But Fritz and I were worried about eating something toxic, like manchineel, so we brought them for the expert, Master Knips, to check out."
I took one and cut it in two, remarking that it contained a circle of seeds or pips, instead of the stone of the manchineel. At that moment Knips slyly came behind me, and snatching up one half, began to munch it with the liveliest satisfaction, an example which the boys were so eager to follow that a general scramble ensued, and I had some trouble in securing a couple of apples for myself and their mother.
I took one and sliced it in half, noting that it had a circle of seeds instead of the stone from the manchineel. Just then, Knips quietly came up behind me, grabbed one half, and started munching on it with great delight. The other boys were so eager to join in that a big scramble broke out, and I had a bit of trouble getting a couple of apples for myself and their mom.
I imagined this to be the cinnamon apple of the Antilles.
I pictured this as the cinnamon apple of the Caribbean.
Every one seeming wearied by the fatigues of the day, our mattresses and pillows were arranged, and the inmates of Woodlands betook themselves to repose.
Everyone seemed tired from the day's activities, so our mattresses and pillows were set up, and the residents of Woodlands settled in for the night.
With early light we commenced the next day's journey, directing our course to a point between the sugar-brake and the Gap, where we had once made a sort of arbor of the branches of trees; as this remained in pretty good condition, we spread a sailcloth over the top of it, instead of pitching the tent, and made it very comfortable quarters for the short time I proposed to stay there.
With the first light, we started our journey for the next day, heading toward a spot between the sugarcane field and the Gap, where we had previously created a sort of shelter using tree branches. Since it was still in decent shape, we laid a sailcloth over the top instead of setting up the tent, making it a really comfy place to stay for the brief time I planned to be there.
Our object being to search the neighborhood for traces of the boa constrictor, or any of his kindred, Fritz, Jack, and Franz went with me to the sugar-cane brake, and satisfied ourselves that our enemy had not been there. It was long since we had enjoyed the fresh juice of these canes, and we were refreshing ourselves therewith, when a loud barking of dogs, and loud rustling and rattling through the thicket of canes, disturbed our pleasant occupation, and, as we could see nothing a yard off where we stood, I hurried to the open ground, and with guns in readiness we awaited what was coming.
Our goal was to search the area for signs of the boa constrictor or any of its relatives. Fritz, Jack, , and Franz came with me to the sugarcane field, and we confirmed that our foe hadn't been there. It had been a while since we enjoyed the fresh juice from these canes, and we were treating ourselves to it when a loud barking from dogs and a lot of rustling and crashing through the thick canes interrupted our nice time. Since we couldn't see anything just a yard away where we stood, I rushed to the open ground, and with our guns ready, we waited to see what would come next.
In a few minutes a herd of creatures like little pigs issued from the thicket, and made off in single file at a brisk trot; they were of a uniform gray color, and showed short sharp tusks.
In just a few minutes, a group of creatures that looked like small pigs emerged from the thicket and quickly scampered off in a single line; they were all a uniform gray color and had short, sharp tusks.
My trusty double-barrel speedily laid low two of the fugitives; the others continued to follow the leader in line, scarcely turning aside to pass the dead bodies of their comrades, and maintaining the same steady pace, although Fritz and Jack also fired and killed several.
My reliable double-barrel quickly took down two of the escapees; the others kept following their leader in a line, hardly bothering to move aside for the dead bodies of their friends, and kept the same steady pace, even though Fritz and Jack also shot and killed several.
I felt certain that these were peccaries, and recollected that an odoriferous gland in the back must be removed immediately, otherwise the meat will become tainted, and quite unfit to eat. This operation, with the help of my boys, I accordingly performed at once.
I was sure these were peccaries, and I remembered that an odoriferous gland in the back needed to be removed immediately; otherwise, the meat would spoil and become inedible. So, I quickly performed this procedure with the help of my boys.
Presently, hearing shots in the direction of the hut where we had left Ernest and his mother, I sent Jack to their assistance, desiring him to fetch the cart, that the booty might be conveyed to our encampment, employing the time of his absence in opening and cleaning the animals, thus reducing their weight.
Currently, hearing gunshots towards the hut where we had left Ernest and his mother, I sent Jack to help them, asking him to bring back the cart so we could take the goods to our camp. In the meantime, I used his absence to open and clean the animals, which would help lighten their load.
Ernest came back with Jack and the cart, and told us that the procession of peccaries had passed near the hut, and that he, with Juno's help, had secured three of them.
Ernest returned with Jack and the cart, and informed us that a group of peccaries had passed close to the hut, and that he, with Juno's assistance, had caught three of them.
I was glad to hear this, as I had determined to cure a good supply of hams, and we made haste to load the cart; the boys adorned it with flowers and green boughs, and with songs of triumph which made the woods ring they conveyed the valuable supply of game to the hut, where their mother anxiously waited for us.
I was happy to hear this, as I had decided to prepare a good batch of hams, and we quickly got the cart loaded. The boys decorated it with flowers and green branches, and with songs of celebration that echoed through the woods, they brought the valuable supply of game to the hut, where their mother was eagerly waiting for us.
After dinner we set to work upon our pigs, singeing and scalding off the bristles; I cut out the hams, divided the flitches, bestowed considerable portions of the carcass on the dogs, and diligently cleansed and salted the meat, while the boys prepared a shed, where it was to be hung to be cured in the smoke of fires of green wood.
After dinner, we got to work on our pigs, singeing and scalding off the bristles. I cut the hams, divided the sides, gave substantial pieces of the carcass to the dogs, and carefully cleaned and salted the meat, while the boys set up a shed where it would be hung to cure in the smoke from green wood fires.
This unexpected business of course detained us in the place for some time. On the second day, when the smoking shed was ready, the boys were anxious to cook the smallest porker in the Otaheitian fashion. For this purpose they dug a hole, in which they burned a quantity of dry grass, sticks, and weeds, heating stones, which were placed round the sides of the pit.
This unexpected situation kept us there for a while. On the second day, when the smokehouse was ready, the guys were eager to cook the smallest pig in the Tahitian way. To do this, they dug a hole, burned a bunch of dry grass, sticks, and weeds, and heated stones that were placed around the sides of the pit.
While the younger boys made ready the oven, Fritz singed and washed his peccary, stuffing it with potatoes, onions, and herbs, and a good sprinkling of salt and pepper.
While the younger boys prepared the oven, Fritz cleaned and washed his peccary, filling it with potatoes, onions, herbs, and a generous amount of salt and pepper.
He then sewed up the opening, and enveloped the pig in large leaves to guard it from the ashes and dust of its cooking place.
He then stitched up the opening and wrapped the pig in large leaves to protect it from the ashes and dust of its cooking area.
The fire no longer blazed, but the embers and stones were glowing hot; the pig was carefully placed in the hole, covered over with hot ashes, and the hole with earth, so that it looked like a big mole heap.
The fire had burned down, but the embers and stones were still glowing hot; the pig was carefully put into the hole, covered with hot ashes, and the hole was filled with dirt, making it look like a large molehill.
Dinner was looked forward to with curiosity, as well as appetite; my wife, as usual, distrusting our experiments, was not sanguine of success, and made ready some plain food as a pis aller.
Dinner was anticipated with both curiosity and hunger; my wife, as usual, skeptical about our experiments, wasn't hopeful for success and prepared some simple food as a fallback.
She was well pleased with the curing-hut, which was roomy enough to hang all our hams and bacon. On a wide hearth in the middle we kindled a large fire, which was kept constantly smouldering by heaping it with damp grass and green wood. The hut being closed in above, the smoke filled it, and penetrated the meat thoroughly; this process it had to undergo for several days.
She was really happy with the curing hut, which was spacious enough to hang all our hams and bacon. In the middle, we lit a large fire on a wide hearth, keeping it smoldering by piling on damp grass and green wood. Since the hut was closed at the top, the smoke filled the space and fully penetrated the meat; this process had to continue for several days.
In a few hours Fritz gave notice that he was going to open his oven.
In a few hours, Fritz announced that he was going to turn on his oven.
The peccary was carefully raised, and when a few cinders were picked off, it looked a remarkably well-cooked dish. Fritz was highly complimented on his success, even by his mother.
The peccary was carefully cooked, and after a few bits of ash were brushed off, it looked like a really well-prepared dish. Fritz received a lot of praise for his success, even from his mother.
The scented leaves were, I thought, those of a tree which I knew to be found in Madagascar, called by the natives ravensara, or "good leaf." It is said to combine the scent of the nutmeg, clove, and cinnamon. The fruit is a species of nut, possessing the scent of the leaves in a more delicate degree, and from it an oil or essence is distilled, which is highly valued in native cookery.
The fragrant leaves seemed to be from a tree I recognized, found in Madagascar, known by the locals as ravensara, or "good leaf." It's said to have the aroma of nutmeg, clove, and cinnamon. The fruit is a type of nut and holds a lighter version of the leaves' fragrance. An oil or essence is extracted from it, which is highly regarded in local cooking.
During the process of curing our large supply of hams and bacon, which occupied several days, we roamed about the neighborhood in all directions, finding no trace of the serpent, but making many valuable acquisitions, among which were some gigantic bamboos, from fifty to sixty feet in length and of proportionate thickness. These, when cut across near the joints, formed capital casks, tubs and pots; while the long sharp thorns, which begirt the stem at intervals, were as strong and useful as iron nails.
While we spent several days curing our large supply of hams and bacon, we explored the area in all directions. We didn’t find any sign of the serpent, but we did make some great discoveries, including some massive bamboos that were fifty to sixty feet tall and just as thick. When we cut them near the joints, they made excellent barrels, tubs, and pots. The long, sharp thorns that grew along the stem at intervals were as strong and useful as iron nails.
One day we made an excursion to the farm at Prospect Hill, and were grievously provoked to find that the vagabond apes had been there, and wrought terrible mischief, as before at Woodlands.
One day, we took a trip to the farm at Prospect Hill and were really annoyed to discover that the stray apes had been there and caused a lot of trouble, just like they had at Woodlands.
The animals and poultry were scattered, and everything in the cottage so torn and dirtied, that it was vain to think of setting things right that day. We therefore very unwillingly left the disorder as we found it, purposing to devote time to the work afterward.
The animals and birds were all over the place, and everything in the cottage was so torn and dirty that it was pointless to think about cleaning it up that day. So, we reluctantly left the mess as we found it, planning to spend time on the cleanup later.
When all was in readiness for the prosecution of our journey, we closed and barricaded the hut, in which, for the present, we left the store of bacon; and arranging our march in the usual patriarchal style, we took our way to the Gap, the thorough defense of which defile was the main object we had in view.
Our last halting-place being much enclosed by shrubs, bamboos, and brushwood, we had during our stay opened a path through the cane thicket in the direction we were about to travel; this we now found of the greatest assistance, and the loaded cart passed on without impediment.
Our last stop was surrounded by shrubs, bamboos, and brush, so while we were there, we cleared a path through the cane thicket in the direction we planned to go; this turned out to be extremely helpful, and the loaded cart moved through easily.
The ground was open and tolerably level beyond, so that in a few hours we arrived at the extreme limit of our coast territory.
The ground was clear and fairly flat ahead, so in a few hours we reached the farthest point of our coastline.
We halted on the outskirts of a little wood, behind which, to the right, rose the precipitous and frowning cliffs of the mountain gorge, while to the left flowed the torrent, leaving between it and the rocks the narrow pass we called the Gap, and passing outward to mingle its water with the sea.
We stopped on the edge of a small woods, behind which, on the right, loomed the steep and intimidating cliffs of the mountain gorge, while on the left rushed the stream, creating a narrow passage we referred to as the Gap, and flowing out to join its waters with the sea.
The wood afforded us pleasant shelter, and standing high and within gunshot of the mouth of the rocky pass, I resolved to make it our camping place. We therefore unpacked the cart, and made our usual arrangements for safety and comfort, not forgetting to examine the wood itself, so as to ascertain whether it harbored any dangerous animals.
The woods provided us with nice shelter, and since we were positioned high up and within shooting range of the rocky pass's entrance, I decided to set up camp there. We unpacked the cart and made our usual plans for safety and comfort, making sure to check the woods itself to see if there were any dangerous animals around.
Nothing worse than wild cats was discovered. We disturbed several of these creatures in their pursuit of birds and small game, but they fled at our approach.
Nothing worse than wild cats was discovered. We startled several of these creatures while they were chasing birds and small game, but they ran away as we got closer.
By the time dinner was ready we felt much fatigued, and some hours of unusually sultry and oppressive heat compelled us to rest until toward evening, when returning coolness revived our strength. We pitched the tent, and then occupied ourselves with preparations for the next day, when it was my intention to penetrate the country beyond the defile, and make a longer excursion across the Savannah than had yet been undertaken.
By the time dinner was ready, we felt really tired, and a few hours of unusually hot and muggy weather forced us to rest until later in the evening when the cooler air brought back our energy. We set up the tent and then got busy preparing for the next day, when I planned to explore the area beyond the pass and take a longer trip across the Savannah than anyone had done so far.
We expected to find it somewhat difficult to make our way through the narrowest part of the pass, which had been so strongly barricaded and planted with thorny shrubs, but found on the contrary that the fences and walls were broken down and disarranged. It was thus very evident that the great snake, as well as the herd of peccaries, had made an entrance here.
We thought it would be a bit tough to get through the narrowest part of the pass, which had been heavily barricaded and filled with thorny bushes, but we found that the fences and walls were actually broken down and messed up. It was clear that the massive snake, along with the group of peccaries, had come through here.
This barricade was the first check that had been placed by hand of man upon the wild free will of nature in this lonely place.
This barricade was the first obstacle put up by humans against the untamed freedom of nature in this remote area.
With one consent storms, floods, torrents, and the wild beasts of the forest, had set themselves to destroy it.
With unanimous agreement, storms, floods, torrents, and the wild animals of the forest had come together to tear it apart.
We resolved to make the defenses doubly strong, being convinced that the position was capable of being barricaded and fortified so as to resist the invaders we dreaded.
We decided to strengthen the defenses even more, believing that the location could be barricaded and fortified enough to withstand the invaders we feared.
The prospect which opened before us on emerging from the rocky pass was wide and varied. Swelling hills and verdant wooded vales were seen on one hand, while a great plain stretched before us, extending from the banks of the river toward a chain of lofty mountains, whose summits were rendered indistinct in the haze of the distance.
The view that greeted us when we came out of the rocky pass was expansive and diverse. On one side, we saw rolling hills and lush wooded valleys, while a vast plain lay ahead, stretching from the riverbanks towards a range of tall mountains, their peaks blurred in the haze of the distance.
We crossed the stream, which we named East River, filling our flasks with water, and it was well we did so, for in continuing our journey, we found the soil become more arid and parched than we had expected; in fact we soon appeared surrounded by a desert.
We crossed the stream, which we named East River, filling our flasks with water, and it was a good thing we did, because as we continued our journey, we found the soil was drier and hotter than we had expected; in fact, we soon found ourselves surrounded by a desert.
The boys were astonished at the altered appearance of the country, part of which had been explored when we met with the buffaloes. I reminded them of the difference of the season; that the expedition had been made directly after the rains, when vegetation had clothed with transient beauty this region, which, possessing no source of moisture itself, had become scathed and bare during the blazing heat of summer.
The boys were amazed at how much the landscape had changed, part of which we had explored when we encountered the buffaloes. I pointed out that the season was different; we had made the trip right after the rains when the greenery had covered this area with a temporary beauty. Now, lacking its own water source, it had turned dry and barren under the scorching summer heat.
It was "Arabia Petrea," groaned one. "Desert of Sahara," sighed another. "Fit abode for demons," muttered a third. "Subterranean volcanic fires are raging beneath our feet."
It was "Arabia Petrea," one person groaned. "Desert of Sahara," another sighed. "A fitting home for demons," a third muttered. "Underground volcanic fires are raging beneath us."
"Patience, my dear fellows!" cried I; "you are too easily discouraged. Look beyond the toilsome way to those grand mountains, whose spurs are already stretching forward to meet us. Who knows what pleasant surprises await us amid their steep declivities? I, for my part, expect to find water, fresh grass, trees, and a lovely resting-place."
"Hold on, my friends!" I exclaimed. "You're giving up too easily. Look past the challenging path to those majestic mountains, whose foothills are already reaching out to us. Who knows what wonderful surprises are waiting for us among their steep slopes? As for me, I expect to find water, fresh grass, trees, and a nice place to rest."
We were all glad to repose beneath the shade of the first over-hanging rock we came to, although, by pressing further upward, we might have attained to a pleasanter spot.
We were all happy to relax under the shade of the first overhanging rock we found, even though we could have climbed higher to reach a nicer place.
Looking back toward the Gap, we marked the strange contrast of the smiling country bordering the river, and the dreary, monotonous plain we had traversed.
Looking back at the Gap, we noticed the weird contrast between the cheerful countryside by the river and the dreary, unchanging plain we had crossed.
After gazing on the distant scene, we produced our store of provisions, and were busily engaged, when Knips (our constant companion) suddenly began to snuff and smell about in a very ridiculous way; finally, with a shriek which we knew was expressive of pleasure, he set off at a full speed, followed by all the dogs, up a sort of glen behind us.
After looking at the distant view, we got out our supplies and were busy when Knips (our loyal companion) suddenly started sniffing around in a really funny way; finally, with a yelp that we knew meant he was happy, he took off at full speed, with all the dogs following him up a sort of valley behind us.
We left them to their own devices, being far too pleasantly engaged with our refreshments to care much what fancy the little rogue had got in his head.
We left them alone, too happily involved with our snacks to worry about what idea the little troublemaker had in mind.
When hunger was somewhat appeased, Fritz once more cast his eyes over the expanse of plain before us, and after looking fixedly for a moment, exclaimed:
When our hunger was somewhat satisfied, Fritz looked out over the wide plain in front of us, and after staring intently for a moment, he exclaimed:
"Is it possible that I see a party of horsemen riding at full gallop toward us! Can they be wild Arabs of the desert?"
"Is it possible that I see a group of horsemen riding at full speed toward us? Could they be wild Arabs from the desert?"
"Arabs my boy! certainly not; but take the spyglass and make them out exactly. We shall have to be on our guard, whatever they are!"
"Arabs, my boy! Definitely not; but grab the spyglass and identify them clearly. We need to stay alert, no matter who they are!"
The spyglass passed from hand to hand; Jack and Ernest agreed in thinking the moving objects were men on horseback; but when it came to my turn to look, I at once pronounced them to be very large ostriches.
The spyglass went from person to person; Jack and Ernest both thought the moving figures were men on horseback; but when it was my turn to look, I immediately said they were actually very large ostriches.
"This is fortunate, indeed!" I exclaimed; "we must try to secure one of these magnificent birds; the feathers alone are worth having."
"This is really lucky!" I said. "We have to try to get one of these amazing birds; the feathers are definitely worth it."
"A live ostrich, father! that would be splendid. Why, we might ride upon him!"
"A live ostrich, Dad! That would be amazing. Imagine, we could ride on it!"
As the ostriches approached, we began to consider in what way we should attempt a capture. I sent Fritz and Jack to recall the dogs, and placed myself with Ernest behind some shrubs which would conceal us from the birds as they came onward.
As the ostriches got closer, we started to think about how we should try to catch them. I sent Fritz and Jack to bring back the dogs, and I hid with Ernest behind some bushes that would keep us out of sight from the birds as they approached.
The boys did not rejoin us for some little time; they found Knips and the dogs at a pool of water formed by a small mountain stream, which the monkey's instinct had detected; his sudden departure was thus accounted for, and they availed themselves right gladly of his discovery, filling their flasks, and hastily bathing before their return.
The boys didn't come back for a while; they found Knips and the dogs at a pool of water created by a small mountain stream, which the monkey had instinctively sensed. This explained his sudden departure, and they happily took advantage of his discovery, refilling their flasks and quickly bathing before heading back.
The ostriches continued to come in our direction, varying their pace as though in sport, springing, trotting, galloping, and chasing each other round and round, so that their approach was by no means rapid.
The ostriches kept coming toward us, changing their speed as if it were a game, hopping, trotting, galloping, and chasing each other around and around, so their approach wasn’t fast at all.
I could now perceive that of the five birds one only was a male, the white plumes of the wings and tail contrasting finely with the deep glossy black of the neck and body.
I could now see that out of the five birds, only one was a male, its white wing and tail feathers beautifully contrasting with the deep, shiny black of its neck and body.
The color of the females being ashen brown, the effect of their white plumes was not so handsome.
The females were a dusty brown, so their white feathers didn’t look as striking.
"In what way, then, are ostriches caught by the natives of the African deserts?" inquired Fritz.
"In what way do the locals of the African deserts catch ostriches?" asked Fritz.
"Sometimes by chase on horseback; but their speed is so very great, that even that must be conducted by stratagem.
"Sometimes they are chased on horseback, but they are so fast that it has to be done with strategy."
"When these birds are pursued, they will run for hours in a wide circle; the hunter gallops after them, but describes a much smaller circle, and can therefore maintain the pace for a longer time, waiting to make the attack until the bird is fatigued.
"When these birds are chased, they run for hours in a wide circle; the hunter rides after them, but follows a much smaller circle, allowing him to keep up the speed for a longer time, waiting to strike until the bird gets tired."
"Among the Bushmen, the hunter sometimes envelopes himself in the skin of an ostrich, his legs doing duty for those of the bird, and his arm managing the head and neck so as to imitate the movements of the bird when feeding. The enterprising hunter is thus enabled to get among a flock of ostriches, and to shoot them with arrows one after another.
"Among the Bushmen, a hunter sometimes covers himself with an ostrich skin, using his legs to mimic the bird's and his arm to control the head and neck, imitating the bird's movements while it feeds. This resourceful hunter can then approach a flock of ostriches and shoot them with arrows one after another."
"When aware of an enemy they defend themselves desperately, using their powerful legs as weapons, always kicking forward, and inflicting dreadful injuries on dogs, and even on men, if attacked without due precaution. But let us take up our positions, and keep perfectly still, for the ostriches are at hand!"
"When they sense an enemy, they fight back fiercely, using their strong legs as weapons, always kicking forward and dealing serious injuries to dogs and even to humans if they’re approached carelessly. But let's get into our positions and stay completely still, because the ostriches are near!"
We held the dogs concealed as much as possible; the stately birds suddenly perceiving us, paused, hesitated, and appeared uneasy. Yet as no movement was made, they drew a few steps nearer, with outstretched necks, examining curiously the unwonted spectacle before them.
We kept the dogs hidden as much as we could; the majestic birds suddenly noticed us, stopped, hesitated, and seemed uneasy. But since we didn’t move, they took a few steps closer, with their necks stretched out, curiously examining the unusual sight in front of them.
The dogs became impatient, struggled from our grasp, and furiously rushed toward our astonished visitors. In an instant they turned and fled with the speed of the wind; their feet seemed not to touch the ground, their wings aiding the marvelously rapid progress.
The dogs grew restless, struggled free from our hold, and charged towards our surprised guests. In a flash, they turned and raced away as fast as the wind; it felt like their feet barely touched the ground, with their wings helping them move astonishingly quickly.
In a few moments they would have been beyond our reach, but as they turned to fly the eagle was unhooded. Singling out the male bird the falcon made his fatal swoop, and piercing the skull, the magnificent creature was laid low. Before we could reach the spot the dogs had joined the bird of prey, and were fiercely tearing the flesh and bedabbling the splendid plumes with gore.
In a few moments, they would have been out of our reach, but just as they turned to fly, the eagle's hood was removed. Focusing on the male bird, the falcon made his deadly dive, and piercing its skull, the magnificent creature fell. By the time we arrived at the scene, the dogs had joined the bird of prey and were fiercely ripping into the flesh, staining the beautiful feathers with blood.
The sight grieved us.
The sight upset us.
"What a pity we could not capture this glorious bird alive!" exclaimed Fritz, as we took its beautiful feathers; "it must, I am sure, have stood more than six feet high, and two of us might have mounted him at once!"
"What a shame we couldn't catch this amazing bird alive!" exclaimed Fritz as we collected its beautiful feathers. "I'm sure it must have been over six feet tall, and two of us could have ridden it at the same time!"
"In the vast sandy deserts where nothing grows, what can flocks of these birds find to live upon?" inquired Ernest.
"In the vast sandy deserts where nothing grows, what can these birds find to survive on?" asked Ernest.
"That would indeed be hard to say, if the deserts were utterly barren and unfruitful," returned I; "but over these sandy wastes a beneficent Providence scatters plants of wild melons, which absorb and retain every drop of moisture, and which quench the thirst as well as satisfy the hunger of the ostriches and other inhabitants of the wilds. These melons, however, do not constitute his entire diet; he feeds freely on grasses, dates, and hard grain, when he can obtain them."
"That would definitely be hard to say if the deserts were completely barren and unproductive," I replied. "But over these sandy stretches, a generous Providence spreads wild melon plants, which soak up and hold onto every drop of moisture, quenching the thirst and satisfying the hunger of the ostriches and other creatures that live in the wild. However, these melons aren't his only food; he also eats a lot of grasses, dates, and hard grains when he can find them."
"Does the ostrich utter any cry?"
"Does the ostrich make any sound?"
"The voice of the ostrich is a deep, hollow, rumbling sound, so much resembling the roar of a lion as to be occasionally mistaken for it. But what does Jack mean by waving his cap and beckoning in that excited fashion? What has the boy found, I wonder!"
"The voice of the ostrich is a low, hollow, rumbling sound, so similar to a lion's roar that it can sometimes be confused for it. But what does Jack mean by waving his cap and gesturing excitedly? What has the boy discovered, I wonder!"
He ran a little toward us, shouting:
He ran a bit toward us, yelling:
"Eggs, father! Ostriches' eggs! a huge nest full—do come quick!"
"Eggs, Dad! Ostrich eggs! A giant nest full—come quick!"
We all hastened to the spot, and in a slight hollow of the ground beheld more than twenty eggs, as large as an infant's head.
We all rushed to the area, and in a small dip in the ground, we saw more than twenty eggs, each about the size of a baby's head.
The idea of carrying more than two away with us was preposterous, although the boys, forgetting what the weight would be, seriously contemplated clearing the nest.
The idea of bringing back more than two was ridiculous, even though the boys, forgetting how heavy it would be, seriously thought about emptying the nest.
As each egg weighed about three pounds, the boys soon found the burden considerable, even when tied into a handkerchief and carried like a basket. To relieve them, I cut a strong elastic heath stick, and suspending an egg in its sling at each end, laid the bent stick over Jack's shoulder, and like a Dutch dairy-maid with her milk pails, he stepped merrily along without inconvenience.
As each egg weighed around three pounds, the boys quickly realized that the load was pretty heavy, even when they tied them up in a handkerchief and carried them like a basket. To make it easier for them, I cut a sturdy elastic stick and, placing an egg in each end of the sling, laid the bent stick over Jack's shoulder. Like a Dutch dairy maid with her milk pails, he walked happily along without any trouble.
We presently reached a marshy place, surrounding a little pool evidently fed by the stream which Knips had discovered. The soft ground was trodden and marked by the footsteps of many different sorts of animals; we saw tracks of buffaloes, antelopes, onagas or quaggas, but no trace whatever of any kind of serpent; hitherto our journey in search of monster reptiles had been signalized by very satisfactory failure.
We had just arrived at a muddy area around a small pool clearly fed by the stream Knips had found. The soft ground was trampled and marked by the footprints of various animals; we noticed tracks of buffalo, antelope, and onagas or quaggas, but there was no sign of any snakes. So far, our quest for giant reptiles had been a remarkably successful failure.
By this brook we sat down to rest and take some food; Fangs presently disappeared, and Jack calling to his pet discovered him gnawing at something which he had dug from the marsh. Taking it for a root of some sort, Jack brought it for my inspection. I dipped it in water to clear off the mud, and to my surprise found a queer little living creature, no bigger than half an apple, in my hand. It was a small tortoise.
By this brook, we sat down to rest and eat some food. Fangs quickly disappeared, and when Jack called for his pet, he found him chewing on something he had dug out of the marsh. Thinking it was some kind of root, Jack brought it over for me to check out. I dipped it in water to wash off the mud, and to my surprise, I found a strange little living creature, no bigger than half an apple, in my hand. It was a small tortoise.
"A tortoise, I declare!" cried Fritz. "What a long way from the sea. How came it here, I wonder?"
"A tortoise, I can't believe it!" shouted Fritz. "How did it end up so far from the ocean? I wonder how it got here?"
"Perhaps there has been a tortoise-shower," remarked Ernest. "One reads of frog-showers in the time of the ancient Romans."
"Maybe there's been a tortoise shower," said Ernest. "You hear about frog showers from back in ancient Rome."
"Hullo, Professor! you're out for once," said I. "This is nothing but a mud-tortoise, which lives in wet, marshy ground and fresh water. They are useful in gardens; for although they like a few lettuce leaves now and then, they will destroy numbers of snails, grubs, and worms."
"Helloo, Professor! You're out for a change," I said. "This is just a mud turtle, which lives in wet, marshy areas and fresh water. They're helpful in gardens; even though they enjoy a few lettuce leaves every now and then, they take out a lot of snails, grubs, and worms."
In the distance we could see herds of antelopes or buffaloes feeding; but as our dogs continually ranged a long way ahead of us, they were quickly startled, and vanished up one or other of the narrow gorges which opened out of the valley.
In the distance, we could see herds of antelopes or buffaloes grazing; but since our dogs kept running far ahead of us, they quickly got spooked and disappeared into one of the narrow gorges that led out of the valley.
Following the imperceptible windings of the vale, we were surprised, on quitting it for the more open ground, to find ourselves in a country we were already acquainted with, and not far from the Jackal Cave, as we called the place where Fangs had been captured in cubhood.
Following the subtle twists of the valley, we were surprised, when we left it for the more open land, to find ourselves in a place we already knew, not far from the Jackal Cave, which was what we called the spot where Fangs had been caught as a cub.
On recognizing the spot, Ernest, who was in advance with one of the dogs, hastened toward it. We lost sight of him for a few minutes, and then arose a cry of terror, violent barking, and deep, surly growls.
On seeing the place, Ernest, who was ahead with one of the dogs, rushed toward it. We lost sight of him for a few minutes, and then we heard a scream of fear, loud barking, and deep, gruff growls.
As we rushed forward, Ernest met us, looking white as ashes, and calling out:
As we hurried ahead, Ernest met us, looking pale as a ghost, and shouted:
"A bear, a bear, father! He is coming after me!"
"A bear, a bear, Dad! It's coming after me!"
The boy clung to me in mortal fear. I felt his whole frame quivering.
The boy held onto me in absolute terror. I could feel his entire body shaking.
"Courage, my son!" cried I, disengaging myself from his grasp; "we must prepare for instant defense!"
"Courage, my son!" I shouted, pulling away from his grip. "We need to get ready to defend ourselves immediately!"
The dogs dashed forward to join the fray, whatever it was; and not long were we in doubt. To my no small consternation, an enormous bear made his appearance, quickly followed by another.
The dogs raced ahead to join the chaos, whatever it was; and it didn’t take long for us to find out. To my great shock, a huge bear showed up, quickly followed by another one.
With leveled guns, my brave Fritz and I advanced slowly to meet them. Jack was also ready to fire, but the shock had so unnerved Ernest that he fairly took to his heels. We fired together, one at each bear; but though hit, the monsters were unfortunately only wounded. We found it most difficult to take aim, as the dogs beset them on all sides. However, they were much disabled, one having the lower jaw broken, and the other, with a bullet in his shoulder, was effectually lamed. The dogs, perceiving their advantage, pressed more closely round their foes, who yet defended themselves furiously, with frightful yells of pain and rage. Such was the confusion and perpetual movement of the struggle, that I dared not fire again, seeing that even slightly wounding one of our gallant hounds would instantly place him in the power of the raging bears.
With our guns ready, my brave Fritz and I slowly moved forward to confront them. Jack was also prepared to shoot, but the shock had completely shaken Ernest, and he ran away. We fired together, aiming at each bear; although we hit them, unfortunately, they were only wounded. It was really hard to aim because the dogs were surrounding them on all sides. However, they were significantly injured, with one bear having a broken lower jaw and the other—shot in the shoulder—was seriously disabled. The dogs, sensing their advantage, closed in even tighter around their enemies, who still fought back fiercely, letting out terrifying yells of pain and rage. The chaos and constant movement of the fight made me hesitant to shoot again, as even grazing one of our brave hounds could put him at the mercy of the furious bears.
Watching our opportunity, we suddenly advanced with loaded pistols to within a very few paces of the animals, and firing, both fell dead, one shot through the head, the other, in the act of rearing to spring on Fritz, received his charge in its heart.
Watching our chance, we quickly moved forward with loaded guns to just a few steps away from the animals, and as we fired, both dropped dead—one shot in the head, the other, while preparing to jump at Fritz, took the shot to its heart.
"Thank Heaven!" cried I, as with dull groans the brutes sank to the ground. "We have escaped the greatest peril we have yet encountered!"
"Thank goodness!" I exclaimed, as the creatures collapsed to the ground with dull groans. "We've avoided the biggest danger we've faced so far!"
The dogs continued to tear and worry the fallen foe, as though unwilling to trust the appearance of death. With feelings somewhat akin, I drew my hunting-knife, and made assurance doubly sure.
The dogs kept tearing at the fallen enemy, as if they couldn’t believe death was real. Feeling something similar, I took out my hunting knife and made sure it was really over.
Seeing all safe, Jack raised a shout of victory, that poor Ernest might gain courage to approach the scene of conflict, which at last he did, and joined us in examining the dangerous animals, as they lay motionless before us.
Seeing everyone was safe, Jack let out a shout of victory so that poor Ernest would feel encouraged to come closer to the scene of the fight, which he eventually did. He joined us in checking out the dangerous animals as they lay still in front of us.
Every point was full of interest, their wounds, their sharp teeth, their mighty claws, the extraordinary strength of neck and shoulder, all were remarked and commented on, and observing that the shaded brown hair was tipped with glossy white, I thought that these might be the silver bears mentioned in Captain Clarke's journey to the northwest coasts of America.
Every detail was fascinating—their injuries, their sharp teeth, their powerful claws, and the incredible strength of their necks and shoulders were all noted and discussed. Noticing that the shaded brown fur had glossy white tips, I wondered if these could be the silver bears mentioned in Captain Clarke's expedition to the northwest coasts of America.
"Well, my lads," said I, "if we have failed to catch sight of serpents, we have at least made good riddance of some other bad rubbish! These fellows would one day have worked us woe, or I am much mistaken. What's to be done next?"
"Alright, guys," I said, "if we didn't spot any snakes, at least we've gotten rid of some other undesirable trash! These guys would have caused us trouble one day, or I'm totally wrong. What should we do next?"
"Why, skin them, to be sure," said Fritz. "We shall have a couple of splendid bearskin rugs."
"Of course, let's skin them," said Fritz. "We'll have a couple of amazing bearskin rugs."
By sunset we reached the tent, and joyfully rejoined the mother and Franz, right glad to find a hearty meal prepared for us, as well as a large heap of brushwood for the watch-fire.
By sunset, we arrived at the tent and happily rejoined Mom and Franz, really glad to see a warm meal waiting for us, along with a big pile of brushwood for the campfire.
When a full account of our adventures had been given, with a minute and special description of the bear fight, the mother related what she had done during our absence. She and Franz had made their way through the wood up to the rocks behind it, and discovered a bed of pure white clay, which it seemed to her might be used for making porcelain. Then she had contrived a drinking trough for the cattle out of a split bamboo.
When we shared the whole story of our adventures, including a detailed account of the bear fight, our mother told us what she had been up to while we were gone. She and Franz had made their way through the woods to the rocks behind them and found a bed of pure white clay, which she thought could be used for making porcelain. Then, she had fashioned a drinking trough for the cattle out of a split bamboo.
She had arranged a hearth in a sheltered place by building up large stones, cemented with the white clay; and, finally, she had cut a quantity of canes and brought them, on the cart, to be in readiness for the building we had in hand.
She had set up a fire pit in a protected spot by stacking large stones, held together with white clay; and, finally, she had cut a bunch of canes and brought them on the cart to prepare for the construction we were working on.
I praised the thoughtful diligence which had effected so much that was of real and definite use. In order to try the clay, I put some balls of it in the fire now kindled, to burn during the night, and we then betook ourselves to rest under shelter of our tent.
I admired the careful effort that had accomplished so much that was genuinely useful. To test the clay, I placed some balls of it in the fire I had just started, letting them burn overnight, and then we settled down to rest under the cover of our tent.
I awoke at dawn and aroused my little party. My first idea was to examine the clay balls, which I found baked hard and finely glazed, but too much melted down by the heat—a fault which, seeing the excellent quality of the clay, I knew it would be well worth while to remedy.
I woke up at dawn and got my little group up. My first thought was to check out the clay balls, which I found baked hard and nicely glazed, but they had melted a bit too much due to the heat—a problem I knew would be worth fixing, considering the excellent quality of the clay.
After breakfast, and our accustomed devotions, we harnessed the cart, and took the way to the bears' den. Fritz headed the party, and, coming in sight of the entrance to the cave, called out softly:
After breakfast, and our usual prayers, we hooked up the cart and made our way to the bears' den. Fritz led the group, and when we got close to the entrance of the cave, he quietly called out:
"Make haste and you will see a whole crowd of wild turkeys, who seem to have come to attend the funeral obsequies of their respected friend and neighbor, Bruin, here. But there appears to be a jealous watcher who is unwilling to admit the visitors to the bed of state!"
" Hurry up and you'll see a whole group of wild turkeys that seem to have shown up for the funeral of their respected friend and neighbor, Bruin, right here. But there seems to be a jealous guardian who is reluctant to let the guests approach the place of honor!"
The Watcher, as Fritz called him, was an immensely large bird, with a sort of comb on his head, and a loose, fleshy skin hanging from beneath the beak. Part of the neck was bare, wrinkled, and purplish-red, while around it, resting on the shoulders, was a downy collar of soft, white feathers. The plumage was grayish-brown, marked here and there with white patches; the feet appeared to be armed with strong claws. This great bird guarded the entrance to the cave, occasionally retiring into it himself for a few minutes; but as soon as the other birds came pressing in after him, he hurried out again, and they were forced to retire.
The Watcher, as Fritz called him, was a huge bird with a sort of crest on his head and loose, fleshy skin hanging from his beak. Part of his neck was bare, wrinkled, and a purplish-red, while around it, resting on his shoulders, was a fluffy collar of soft, white feathers. His feathers were grayish-brown, with white patches scattered throughout; his feet had strong claws. This massive bird stood guard at the entrance to the cave, sometimes retreating inside for a few minutes; but as soon as the other birds pushed in after him, he quickly came back out, forcing them to retreat.
We stopped to observe this curious scene, and were startled suddenly by a mighty rush of wings in the air above us. We looked up; at the same moment Fritz fired, and an enormous bird fell heavily head foremost on the rocks, by which its neck was broken, while blood flowed from a wound in the breast.
We paused to take in this strange sight, and suddenly, we were shocked by a powerful flurry of wings above us. We looked up; at that moment, Fritz shot, and a huge bird plummeted down onto the rocks, breaking its neck, while blood spilled from a wound in its chest.
We had been holding back the dogs, but they, with Fritz, now rushed toward the cave, the birds rising around them and departing with heavy, ungainly flight, leaving only Fritz's prize, and one of the other birds killed by the large one in its fall.
We had been keeping the dogs at bay, but now they, along with Fritz, charged toward the cave, the birds taking off around them in clumsy flight, leaving behind only Fritz's catch, and one of the other birds taken down by the larger one as it fell.
With the utmost caution I entered the cave, and rejoiced to find that the tongue and eyes only of the bears had been devoured; a little later and we should have had the handsome skins pecked and torn to rags, and all chance of steaks and bears' paws gone.
With great caution, I entered the cave and was relieved to find that only the bears' tongues and eyes had been eaten. If we had arrived a little later, their beautiful skins would have been pecked and shredded, leaving us with no chance for steaks and bear paws.
On measuring the wings of the large bird from tip to tip, I found the length exceeded eleven feet, and concluded it to be a condor; it was evidently the mate of the "Watcher," as Fritz called the first we saw.
On measuring the wings of the large bird from tip to tip, I found the length was over eleven feet, and I concluded it was a condor; it was clearly the partner of the "Watcher," as Fritz called the first one we saw.
To work we now went on the bears, and no slight affair we found it to skin and cut them up, but by dint of perseverance, we at last succeeded in our object.
To work, we now tackled the bears, and it was no small task to skin and cut them up, but through determination, we finally achieved our goal.
Determining to smoke the meat on the spot, we cut magnificent hams, and took off the rest of the meat in slices after the manner of the buccaneers in the West Indies, preserving the paws entire to be cooked as a delicacy, and obtaining from the two bears together a prodigious supply of lard, which my wife gladly undertook to melt and prepare for keeping.
Determined to smoke the meat right there, we cut up some amazing hams and sliced the rest of the meat like the buccaneers in the West Indies, keeping the paws whole to cook as a delicacy. From the two bears, we got an incredible amount of lard, which my wife happily took on to melt down and prepare for storage.
The bones and offal we drew to some distance with the help of our cattle, and made the birds of the air most welcome to feast upon it. This, with the assistance of all sorts of insects, they did so effectually that before we left the place the skulls were picked perfectly clean, the sun had dried them, and they were ready for us to carry off to our museum.
We pulled the bones and scraps away to a good distance with our cattle, making it easy for the birds to come and feed on them. With the help of various insects, they cleaned the bones so thoroughly that by the time we were ready to leave, the skulls were completely bare, dried by the sun, and ready for us to take back to our museum.
The skins had to be very carefully scraped, washed, salted, cleansed with ashes, and dried; which occupied fully two days.
The skins needed to be carefully scraped, washed, salted, cleaned with ashes, and dried; this took a full two days.
I was lamenting our distance from the rascusara tree, the leaves of which had flavored our roast peccary so nicely, when I observed among the brushwood which the boys had brought from the thickets around us, a climbing plant, whose leaves had a very strong smell; the stem resembled a vine, and the fruit grew in clusters like currants. Some were red, and some of a green color, which I supposed to denote various degrees of ripeness. They were hard, and the outer skin was quite thin.
I was regretting how far we were from the rascusara tree, whose leaves had added such great flavor to our roast peccary, when I noticed among the brush that the boys had brought from the surrounding thickets a climbing plant with a really strong smell. Its stem looked like a vine, and the fruit grew in bunches like currants. Some were red, and some were green, which I figured indicated different levels of ripeness. They were hard, and the outer skin was pretty thin.
I recognized in this the pepper plant, a discovery particularly agreeable at this moment.
I recognized the pepper plant in this, which was a discovery that was especially pleasing at this moment.
The boys soon gathered a large supply; the red berries were soaked in salt and water for several days, then washed and rubbed, and finally, becoming perfectly white, were dried in the sun. The treatment of the green berries was simple; they were merely exposed to the sun's heat for a day or two, and then stored: in this way we obtained enough, both of black and white pepper, to last us a very long time.
The boys quickly collected a lot of supplies; the red berries were soaked in salt and water for several days, then washed and rubbed, and finally, turned completely white, were dried in the sun. The process for the green berries was easy; they were simply left in the sun for a day or two, then stored. This way, we gathered enough black and white pepper to last us a long time.
I took also a number of young plants, that we might have pepper growing at Rockburg and our various settlements. Some roots of another plant were also taken, which, from the pods, appeared to be a kind of bean.
I also took some young plants so we could grow pepper in Rockburg and our other settlements. I also collected some roots from another plant that seemed to be a type of bean based on the pods.
The four boys at length became so weary of inaction, that I determined to let them make an excursion alone on the Savannah. Three of them received this permission with eager delight, but Ernest said he would prefer to remain with us; to which, as the expedition was to be entirely one of pleasure, I could make no objection.
The four boys eventually got so tired of doing nothing that I decided to let them go on an adventure alone on the Savannah. Three of them were excited about this permission, but Ernest said he would rather stay with us; since the trip was supposed to be purely for fun, I couldn't object to that.
Little Franz, on the other hand, whom I would willingly have kept with us, was wild to go with his brothers, and I was obliged to consent, as I had made the proposal open to all, and could not draw back.
Little Franz, on the other hand, whom I would have happily kept with us, was eager to go with his brothers, and I had to agree since I had made the offer open to everyone and couldn't back out.
In the highest spirits they ran to bring their steeds (as we were fain to call the cattle they rode) from their pasturage at a short distance. Speedily were they saddled, bridled, and mounted—the three lads were ready to be off.
In great spirits, they ran to fetch their horses (as we liked to call the cattle they rode) from a nearby pasture. They quickly saddled, bridled, and got on their horses—the three boys were ready to go.
It was my wish that our sons should cultivate a habit of bold independence, for well I knew that it might be the will of God to deprive them easily of their parents; when, without an enterprising spirit of self-reliance, their position would be truly miserable.
It was my hope that our sons would develop a habit of bold independence, because I knew that it might be God's will to take their parents away from them; without an adventurous spirit of self-reliance, their situation would be truly miserable.
My gallant Fritz possessed this desirable quality in no small degree, and to him I committed the care of his young brothers, charging them to look up to and obey him as their leader.
My brave Fritz had this great quality in plenty, and I entrusted him with the care of his younger brothers, telling them to respect and follow him as their leader.
They were well armed, well mounted, had a couple of good dogs; and, with a hearty "God speed and bless you, my boys!" I let them depart.
They were well-equipped, well-mounted, and had a couple of good dogs; and with a hearty "Godspeed and bless you, guys!" I let them go.
We, who remained behind, passed the day in a variety of useful occupations.
We, who stayed behind, spent the day engaged in various useful activities.
The bears' meat, which was being cured in a smoking shed such as that we set up for the peccary hams, required a good deal of attention from my wife. Ernest had a fancy for making ornamental cups from the ostrich eggs, while I investigated the interior of the cave.
The bears' meat, which was being cured in a smoking shed like the one we set up for the peccary hams, needed a lot of care from my wife. Ernest was keen on making decorative cups from the ostrich eggs, while I explored the inside of the cave.
My wife saw this substitute for glass with unfeigned satisfaction, declaring, that although she would not complain, yet the want of glass for windows had been a downright trouble to her.
My wife looked at this alternative to glass with genuine satisfaction, saying that even though she wouldn't complain, the lack of glass for the windows had really bothered her.
CHAPTER 13.
The boys come back and share their adventures—How they caught the antelopes—How Fritz trapped the rabbits and Jack chased down the gazelles—How they followed the honey bird and Jack attempted to raid the bees' hive—We feast on the bear paws—Crossing the desert again—Spotted three ostriches—Captured the male bird—We secure him between Storm and Grumble—The mother is amazed by our new pet—Return to Woodlands—Back home again—We set up colonies on Shark and Whale Islands—Shift our focus to farming—The challenges of training ostriches—My custom saddle and bridle—I get creative with various trades.
As evening approached, the bears' paws, which were stewing for supper, sent forth savory odors; and we sat talking round the fire, while listening anxiously for sounds heralding the return of our young explorers.
As evening came, the bears' paws, which were cooking for dinner, released delicious smells; and we sat chatting around the fire, anxiously listening for sounds that signaled the return of our young explorers.
At last the tramp and beat of hoofs struck our ears; the little troop appeared, crossing the open ground before us at a sharp trot, and a shrill ringing cheer greeted us as we rose and went to meet them.
At last, we heard the sound of hooves thudding against the ground; the small group came into view, trotting across the open space in front of us, and a loud cheer rang out as we stood up and moved to greet them.
They sprang from their saddles, the animals were set at liberty to refresh themselves, and the riders eagerly came to exhibit their acquisitions and give an account of themselves.
They jumped off their saddles, letting the animals roam free to rest, and the riders eagerly gathered to show off their finds and share their stories.
Funny figures they cut! Franz and Jack had each a young kid slung on his back, so that the four legs, tied together, stuck out under their chins.
Funny figures they made! Franz and Jack each had a young kid strapped to their back, so the four legs, tied together, stuck out under their chins.
Fritz's game bag looked remarkably queer—round lumps, sharp points, and an occasional movement seemed to indicate a living creature or creatures within.
Fritz's game bag looked really strange—round lumps, sharp points, and an occasional movement suggested there was a living creature or creatures inside.
"Yes, father," said Franz; "and Fritz has two Angora rabbits in his bag, and we wanted to bring you some honey. Only think! such a clever bird—a cuckoo, showed us where it was!"
"Yes, Dad," said Franz; "and Fritz has two Angora rabbits in his bag, and we wanted to bring you some honey. Just think! Such a clever bird—a cuckoo—showed us where it was!"
"My brothers forget the chief thing," said Fritz. "We have driven a little herd of antelopes right through the Gap into our territory; and there they are, all ready for us to hunt when we like—or to catch and tame!"
"My brothers are missing the main point," said Fritz. "We've led a small herd of antelopes right through the Gap into our land; and there they are, all set for us to hunt whenever we want—or to catch and tame!"
"Well done!" cried I; "here is indeed a list of achievements. But to your mother and me, the chief thing of all, is God's goodness in bringing you safe back to us. Now, let us hear the whole story, that we may have a definite idea of your performances."
"Well done!" I exclaimed; "this is truly a list of accomplishments. But to your mother and me, the most important thing is God's goodness in bringing you back to us safely. Now, tell us the whole story so we can understand exactly what you did."
"We had a splendid ride," said Fritz, "down Glen Verdant, and away to the defile through our Rocky Barrier, and the morning was so cool and fresh that our steeds galloped along, nearly the whole way, at the top of their speed. When we had passed through the Gap we moderated our furious pace and kept our eyes open on the lookout for game; we then trotted slowly to the top of a grassy hill, from whose summit we saw two herds of animals, whether antelopes, goats, or gazelles, we did not know, grazing by the side of the stream below us. We were about to gallop down and try to get a shot at them, when it struck me that it would be wiser to try and drive the whole herd through the Gap into our own domain, where they would be shut up, as it were, in a park, free and yet within reach. Down the hill we rode as hard as we could go, formed in a semi-circle behind the larger herd—magnificent antelopes—and, aided by the dogs, with shouts and cries drove them along the stream toward the Gap; as we came near the opening they appeared inclined to halt and turn, like sheep about to be driven into the butcher's yard; and it was all we could do to prevent them from bolting past us; but, at length, one made a rush at the opening and, the rest following, they were soon all on the other side of the frontier, and inhabitants of New Switzerland."
"We had an amazing ride," said Fritz, "down Glen Verdant and through the defile in our Rocky Barrier. The morning was so cool and fresh that our horses galloped most of the way at full speed. After we passed through the Gap, we slowed down and kept an eye out for game. We then trotted slowly to the top of a grassy hill, from where we saw two herds of animals—whether they were antelopes, goats, or gazelles, we couldn’t tell—grazing by the stream below us. Just as we were about to gallop down to try to take a shot at them, I realized it would be smarter to drive the whole herd through the Gap into our own territory, where they would be contained like animals in a park, free but within reach. We rode down the hill as fast as we could, forming a semi-circle behind the larger herd—magnificent antelopes—and, with the help of the dogs, shouted and urged them along the stream towards the Gap. As we approached the opening, they seemed to hesitate and want to turn back, like sheep about to be led to slaughter. We could barely prevent them from fleeing past us, but eventually, one made a dash at the opening, and the rest followed, soon finding themselves on the other side of the frontier, now residents of New Switzerland."
"Capital," I said, "capital, my boy! But I don't see what is to make them remain inhabitants of our domain, or to prevent them from returning through the Gap whenever they feel inclined."
"Money," I said, "money, my friend! But I don't see what will keep them living in our territory, or stop them from going back through the Gap whenever they want."
"Stop, father," he replied, "you interrupt me too soon; we thought of that possibility too, and provided against it. We stretched a long line right across the defile and strung on it feathers and rags and all sorts of other things, which danced and fluttered in the wind, and looked so strange that I am perfectly certain that the herd will never attempt to pass it; in fact, Levaillant, from whom I learned the trick, says, in his 'Voyage au Cap de Bonne Espérance,' that the Hottentots make use of the method for penning in the antelopes they have caught in the chase."
"Stop, Dad," he replied, "you're interrupting me too soon; we thought of that possibility as well and made preparations for it. We stretched a long line right across the pass and hung feathers, rags, and all sorts of other stuff on it, which danced and fluttered in the wind and looked so odd that I'm sure the herd won't even try to get past it; in fact, Levaillant, from whom I learned this trick, says in his 'Voyage au Cap de Bonne Espérance' that the Hottentots use this method to pen in the antelopes they catch while hunting."
"Well done," said I, "I am glad to see that you remember what you have read. The antelopes are welcome to New Switzerland, but, my boy," I added, "I cannot say the same for the rabbits you have there; they increase so rapidly that if you establish a colony of the little wretches your next difficulty will be to get rid of them."
"Good job," I said, "I'm happy to see you remember what you've read. The antelopes are a great addition to New Switzerland, but, my boy," I continued, "I can't say the same for the rabbits you have there; they multiply so quickly that if you start a colony of those little pests, your next challenge will be figuring out how to get rid of them."
"True," he replied, "but my idea was to place them upon Whale Island, where they would find abundant food, and at the same time in no way trouble us. May I not establish a warren there? It would be so useful. Do you know, my eagle caught these pretty little fellows for me? I saw a number of them running about and so unhooded him, and in a few minutes he brought me three—one dead, with whose body I rewarded him, and these two here, unhurt."
"That's true," he responded, "but I was thinking of putting them on Whale Island, where they'd have plenty of food and wouldn’t bother us at all. Can I set up a warren there? It would be really helpful. You know, my eagle caught these cute little guys for me? I spotted a bunch of them running around, so I took his hood off, and within minutes, he brought me three—one dead, which I gave him as a reward, and these two here, unharmed."
"Now, father," said Jack, interrupting him, "do listen to me and hear my story, or else Fritz will begin upon my adventures and tire you out with his rigmarole descriptions."
"Now, Dad," Jack said, cutting him off, "please listen to me and hear my story, or else Fritz will start talking about my adventures and bore you with his long-winded descriptions."
"Certainly, Jack," I said, "I am quite ready to listen to you. First and foremostly, how did you bring down those beautiful little animals you have there?"
"Sure, Jack," I said, "I'm totally ready to hear from you. First off, how did you catch those beautiful little animals you have there?"
"Oh, we galloped them down. The dogs sniffed about in the grass while Fritz was away after the rabbits, out popped those little fawns, and away they went bounding and skipping at the rate of thirty miles an hour, with Storm, Grumble, and the dogs at their heels. In about a quarter of an hour we had left the dogs behind and were close upon our prey. Down went the little creatures in the grass, and, overcome with terror and fatigue, were at our mercy. So we shouted to Fritz, and——"
"Oh, we chased them down. The dogs sniffed around in the grass while Fritz was off after the rabbits when those little fawns suddenly appeared, and off they went bounding and skipping at thirty miles an hour, with Storm, Grumble, and the dogs on their tail. In about fifteen minutes, we had left the dogs behind and were close to our target. The little creatures dropped down in the grass, and, overwhelmed with fear and exhaustion, were at our mercy. So we called out to Fritz, and——"
"My dear boy," said I, "according to your statement, Fritz must have been seven miles and a half off."
"My dear boy," I said, "according to what you said, Fritz must have been seven and a half miles away."
"Oh, well, father, perhaps we did not ride for quite a quarter of an hour, and, of course, I can't say exactly how fast we were going; and then, you see, the fawns did not run in a straight line; at any rate Fritz heard us, and he and Franz and I leashed the legs of the pretty creatures, and then we mounted again, and presently saw a wretch of a cuckoo, who led us ever so far out of our course by cuckooing and making faces at us, and then hopping away. Franz declared it must be an enchanted princess, and so I thought I would rid it of its spell; but Fritz stopped me shooting it, and said it was a 'Honey Indicator,' and that it was leading us probably to a bees' byke, so we spared its life, and presently, sure enough, it stopped close by a bees' nest in a hollow tree. This was capital, we thought, and, as we were in a great hurry to taste the honey, I threw in a lot of lighted lucifer matches, but somehow it did not kill the bees at all, but only made them awfully angry, and they flew out in a body and stung me all over. I rushed to Storm and sprang on his back, but, though I galloped away for bare life, it was an age before I got rid of the little wretches, and now my face is in a perfect fever. I think I will get mother to bathe it for me;" and off rushed the noisy boy, leaving Fritz and me to see to the fawns and examine the rabbits. With these latter I determined to do as Fritz proposed, namely, to colonize Whale Island with them. I was all the more willing to do this because I had been considering the advisability of establishing on that island a fortress to which we might retreat in any extreme danger, and where we should be very thankful, in case of such a retreat, to possess means of obtaining a constant supply of animal food.
"Oh, well, Dad, maybe we didn't ride for quite a quarter of an hour, and, of course, I can't say exactly how fast we were going; and then, you see, the fawns didn't run in a straight line; but anyway, Fritz heard us, and he, Franz, and I caught the legs of the pretty creatures, and then we got back on our horses. Soon enough, we spotted a miserable cuckoo, who led us way off course by calling out and making faces at us, then hopping away. Franz insisted it had to be an enchanted princess, so I thought I’d help break the spell; but Fritz stopped me from shooting it and said it was a 'Honey Indicator' and was probably leading us to a beehive, so we let it live. Sure enough, it stopped near a beehive in a hollow tree. We were thrilled, and since we were eager to taste the honey, I tossed in a bunch of lit matches, but that didn’t kill the bees at all; it just made them really angry, and they swarmed out and stung me all over. I ran to Storm and jumped on his back, but even though I galloped away for my life, it took forever to shake the little pests, and now my face feels like it’s on fire. I think I’ll ask Mom to help me with it;" and off the noisy boy ran, leaving Fritz and me to take care of the fawns and check on the rabbits. With the rabbits, I decided to go along with Fritz's idea, to colonize Whale Island with them. I was even more eager to do this because I had been thinking about setting up a fortress on that island where we could retreat in case of extreme danger, and where we'd be really grateful to have a way to get a steady supply of animal food.
Having ministered to the wants of the antelopes, I tried to interest the boys in my discovery of the block of talc, but just then their mother summoned us to dinner.
Having taken care of the needs of the antelopes, I tried to get the boys excited about my discovery of the block of talc, but just then their mother called us to dinner.
The principal dish in this meal consisted of the bears' paws—most savory smelling delicacies, so tempting that their close resemblance to human hands, and even the roguish "Fee-fo-fum" from Jack, did not prevent a single member of the family from enjoying them most heartily.
The main dish in this meal was the bears' paws—most delicious smelling treats, so tempting that their close resemblance to human hands, and even Jack's playful "Fee-fo-fum," didn't stop any member of the family from enjoying them wholeheartedly.
Supper over, we lit our watch-fire, retired to our tent, and slept soundly.
Supper done, we lit our campfire, went back to our tent, and slept peacefully.
We had been working very diligently; the bears' meat was smoked, the fat melted down and stored, and a large supply of bamboos collected. But I wished to make yet another excursion, and at early dawn I aroused the boys.
We had been working very hard; the bear meat was smoked, the fat was melted down and stored, and we had gathered a large supply of bamboo. But I wanted to go on another trip, so at early dawn, I woke up the boys.
Fritz mounted the mule, I rode Lightfoot, Jack and Franz took their usual steeds, and, with the two dogs, we galloped off—first to visit the euphorbia to collect the gum, and then to discover whether the ostrich had deserted her eggs in the sand.
Fritz got on the mule, I rode Lightfoot, Jack and Franz took their usual horses, and with the two dogs, we took off at a gallop—first to check on the euphorbia to collect the gum, and then to see if the ostrich had abandoned her eggs in the sand.
Ernest watched us depart without the slightest look or sigh of regret, and returned to the tent to assist his mother and study his books.
Ernest watched us leave without a hint of sadness or reluctance, and went back to the tent to help his mom and study his books.
Our steeds carried us down the Green Valley at a rapid rate, and we followed the direction we had pursued on our former expedition. We soon reached Turtle Marsh, and then, filling our water-flasks, we arrived at the rising ground where Fritz discovered the mounted Arabs.
Our horses sped down the Green Valley quickly, and we followed the same path we took on our last trip. We soon reached Turtle Marsh, and after filling our water bottles, we made our way up to the hill where Fritz spotted the mounted Arabs.
As Jack and Franz wanted a gallop, I allowed them to press forward, while Fritz and I visited the euphorbia trees. A quantity of the red gum had exuded from the incisions I had made, and as this had coagulated in the sun, I rolled it into little balls and stored it in a bamboo jar I had brought with me for the purpose.
As we rode after the boys, who were some way ahead, Fritz remarked:
As we chased after the boys, who were a bit ahead, Fritz said:
"Did you not tell me that the juice of that tree was poisonous, father; why have you collected such a quantity?"
"Did you not tell me that the juice from that tree was poisonous, Dad; why did you collect so much?"
"I did indeed say so," I replied; "it is a most deadly poison. The inhabitants of the Cape of Good Hope use it to poison the springs where wild animals assemble to quench their thirst; and they thus slaughter an immense number of the creatures for the sake of their hides. I intend, however, to use it to destroy the apes should they again commit depredations, and also in preparing the skins of animals to protect them from the attacks of insects."
"I really did say that," I replied; "it's a very dangerous poison. The people at the Cape of Good Hope use it to poison the water sources where wild animals gather to drink, which allows them to kill a huge number of these creatures for their hides. However, I plan to use it to take out the apes if they raid again, and also to treat the skins of animals to guard them against insect attacks."
The two boys were still at some distance from us, when suddenly four magnificent ostriches rose from the sand where they had been sitting.
The two boys were still a bit away from us when suddenly four stunning ostriches got up from the sand where they had been resting.
Jack and Franz perceived them, and, with a great shout, drove them toward us. In front ran a splendid male bird, his feathers of shining black, and his great tail plume waving behind. Three females of an ashen gray color followed him. They approached us with incredible swiftness, and were within gunshot before they perceived us. Fritz had had the forethought to bind up the beak of his eagle so that, should he bring down an ostrich, he might be unable to injure it.
Jack and Franz spotted them and, with a loud shout, chased them toward us. Leading the way was a magnificent male bird with shiny black feathers and a large tail plume waving behind him. Three females, colored a dull gray, followed closely. They rushed toward us at an incredible speed and were within shooting range before they noticed us. Fritz had the foresight to tie up his eagle's beak so that if he managed to catch an ostrich, it wouldn't be able to hurt it.
He now threw up the falcon which, towering upward, swooped down upon the head of the foremost bird, and so confused and alarmed him, that he could not defend himself nor continue his flight. So greatly was his speed checked that Jack overtook him, and hurling his lasso, enfolded his wings and legs in its deadly coils and brought him to the ground. The other ostriches were almost out of sight, so leaving them to their own devices, we leaped from our steeds and attempted to approach the captured bird. He struggled fearfully, and kicked with such violence, right and left, that I almost despaired of getting him home alive.
He now released the falcon, which soared high and then dove down onto the head of the leading bird, confusing and scaring him so much that he couldn’t defend himself or continue flying. His speed was so greatly reduced that Jack caught up to him, and throwing his lasso, wrapped up his wings and legs in its deadly coils and brought him to the ground. The other ostriches were nearly out of sight, so leaving them to their own devices, we jumped off our horses and tried to approach the captured bird. He struggled violently and kicked with such force, right and left, that I almost lost hope of getting him home alive.
It occurred to me, however, that if we could cover his eyes, his fury might be subdued. I instantly acted upon this idea, and flung over his head my coat and hunting-bag, which effectually shut out the light.
It occurred to me, though, that if we could cover his eyes, his anger might be calmed. I quickly put this idea into action and threw my coat and hunting bag over his head, which effectively blocked out the light.
No sooner had I done this than his struggles ceased, and we were able to approach. We first secured round his body a broad strip of sealskin, on each side of which I fastened a stout piece of cord, that I might be able to lead him easily. Then, fastening another cord in a loop round his legs that he might be prevented from breaking into a gallop, we released him from the coils of the lasso.
No sooner had I done this than he stopped struggling, and we could move closer. We first wrapped a wide strip of sealskin around his body, securing a strong piece of cord on each side so I could lead him easily. Then, I attached another cord in a loop around his legs to stop him from breaking into a run, and we took off the lasso.
"Do you know," said I to the boys, "how the natives of India secure a newly captured elephant?"
"Do you guys know," I said to the boys, "how the locals in India catch a newly captured elephant?"
"Oh, yes!" said Fritz; "they fasten him between two tame elephants. We'll do that to this fine fellow, and tame him double quick."
"Oh, definitely!" said Fritz; "they strap him between two trained elephants. We'll do that with this great guy, and tame him super fast."
"The only difficulty will be," remarked Jack, "that we have no tame ostriches. However, I daresay Storm and Grumble will have no objection to perform their part, and it will puzzle even this great monster to run away with them."
"The only problem will be," Jack said, "that we don't have any tame ostriches. But I bet Storm and Grumble won't mind doing their part, and it will confuse even this huge creature to try to take them away."
So we at once began operations. Storm and Grumble were led up on either side of the recumbent ostrich, and the cords secured to their girths. Jack and Franz, each armed with a stout whip, mounted their respective steeds, the wrappers were removed from the bird's eyes, and we stood by to watch what would next occur.
So we immediately got to work. Storm and Grumble were positioned on either side of the lying ostrich, and the ropes were fastened to their saddles. Jack and Franz, each holding a sturdy whip, got on their horses, the coverings were taken off the bird's eyes, and we waited to see what would happen next.
For some moments after the return of his sight he lay perfectly still, then he arose with a bound and, not aware of the cords which hampered him, attempted to dash forward. The thongs were stout, and he was brought to his knees. A fruitless struggle ensued, and then at length, seeming to accommodate himself to circumstances, he set off at a sharp trot, his guards making the air re-echo with their merry shouts. These cries stimulated the ostrich to yet further exertions, but he was at length brought to a stand by the determined refusal of his four-footed companions to continue such a race across loose sand.
For a while after he regained his sight, he stayed completely still, then he sprang to his feet and, not realizing the cords that restrained him, tried to charge forward. The ropes were strong, and he fell to his knees. After a pointless struggle, he seemed to adapt to the situation and set off at a brisk trot, while his guards filled the air with their cheerful shouts. These calls motivated the ostrich to put in even more effort, but eventually, he had to stop because his four-legged companions flatly refused to keep running through the loose sand.
The boys having enjoyed the long run, I told them to walk with the prisoner slowly home, while Fritz and I returned to examine the ostrich's nest. The eggs were quite warm, and I was certain that the mother had quite recently left the nest; leaving about half, I packed the rest of the eggs in a large bag I had brought for the purpose, and slung it carefully on the saddle before. We soon caught up our advance guard, and without other notable incident reached our tent.
The boys, having enjoyed the long run, I told them to walk slowly home with the prisoner while Fritz and I went back to check out the ostrich's nest. The eggs were warm, and I was sure the mother had just left the nest; leaving about half behind, I packed the rest of the eggs in a big bag I had brought for that purpose and carefully slung it over the front of the saddle. We soon caught up with our advance guard, and without any other significant incidents, we reached our tent.
Astonishment and dismay were depicted on the face of the mother as we approached.
Astonishment and shock were visible on the mother's face as we got closer.
"My dear husband," she exclaimed, "do you think our provisions so abundant that you must scour the deserts to find some great beast to assist us to devour them. You must discover an iron mine next, for iron is what ostriches chiefly live on, is it not? Oh! I do wish you would be content with the menagerie you have already collected, instead of bringing in a specimen of every beast you come across. And this is such a useless monster!"
"My dear husband," she exclaimed, "do you think our supplies are so plentiful that you need to wander the deserts to find some huge animal to help us eat them? You should find an iron mine next, since ostriches primarily live on iron, right? Oh! I wish you would be happy with the collection of animals you've already gathered, instead of bringing back a sample of every creature you encounter. And this one is such a useless beast!"
"Useless! mother," exclaimed Jack; "you would not say so had you seen him run; why, he will be the fleetest courser in our stables. I am going to make a saddle and bridle for him, and in future he shall be my only steed. Then as for his appetite, father declares it is most delicate, he only wants a little fruit and grass, and a few stones and tenpenny nails to help his digestion."
"Useless! Mom," Jack exclaimed. "You wouldn’t say that if you saw him run; he’s going to be the fastest horse in our stables. I’m going to make a saddle and bridle for him, and from now on, he’ll be my only ride. As for his appetite, Dad says it’s pretty delicate; he only needs a little fruit and grass, and a few stones and tenpenny nails to help with his digestion."
The way in which Jack assumed the proprietorship of our new prize seemed to strike his brothers as rather cool, and there was instantly a cry raised on the subject.
The way Jack took ownership of our new prize seemed pretty casual to his brothers, and they quickly raised a fuss about it.
"Very well," said Jack, "let us each take possession of the part of the ostrich we captured. Your bird, Fritz, seized the head, keep that; father shall have the body, I'll have the legs, and Franz a couple of feathers from the tail."
"Alright," said Jack, "let's each take our share of the ostrich we caught. Fritz, you grab the head; Dad can have the body, I'll take the legs, and Franz can have a few feathers from the tail."
"Come, come," said I, "I think that Jack has a very good right to the ostrich, seeing that he brought it to the ground, and if he succeeds in taming it and converting it into a saddle horse it shall be his. From this time, therefore, he is responsible for its training."
"Come on," I said, "I think Jack has a pretty good claim to the ostrich since he took it down, and if he manages to tame it and turn it into a saddle horse, it should be his. From now on, he’s in charge of its training."
The day was now too far advanced to allow us to think of setting out for Rockburg, so we fastened up the ostrich between two trees, and devoted the remainder of the evening to making preparations for our departure.
The day was now too late to consider heading to Rockburg, so we tied the ostrich between two trees and spent the rest of the evening getting ready for our departure.
At early dawn our picturesque caravan was moving homeward. The ostrich continued so refractory that we were obliged to make him again march between Storm and Grumble, and as these gallant steeds were thus employed, the cow was harnessed to the cart, laden with our treasures. Room was left in the cart for the mother. Jack and Franz mounted Storm and Grumble, I rode Lightfoot, and Fritz brought up the rear on Swift.
At early dawn, our charming caravan was heading home. The ostrich was still so stubborn that we had to make him walk again between Storm and Grumble, and while these noble steeds were occupied, the cow was hitched to the cart loaded with our treasures. There was space in the cart for the mother. Jack and Franz got on Storm and Grumble, I rode Lightfoot, and Fritz followed behind on Swift.
At the mouth of the Gap we called a halt, and replaced the cord the boys had strung with ostrich feathers by a stout palisade of bamboos. I also took the opportunity of collecting a store of pipeclay, as I intended during the winter months, which were close at hand, to try my hand at china making.
At the entrance of the Gap, we stopped and swapped out the cord the boys had strung with ostrich feathers for a strong fence made of bamboo. I also took the chance to gather some pipe clay, as I planned to try my hand at making china during the upcoming winter months.
When we reached the sugar-cane grove, we again stopped to collect the peccary hams we had left to be smoked; and my wife begged me to gather some seeds of an aromatic plant which grew in the neighborhood, and which had the scent of vanilla. I obtained a good supply, and we moved forward toward Woodlands, where we intended to rest for the night, after our long and fatiguing march.
When we arrived at the sugarcane grove, we stopped again to pick up the peccary hams we had left to be smoked. My wife asked me to gather some seeds from a fragrant plant that grew nearby and smelled like vanilla. I got a decent amount, and we continued on to Woodlands, where we planned to rest for the night after our long and tiring walk.
Our tent was pitched, and on our beds of cotton we slept soundly.
Our tent was set up, and we slept peacefully on our cotton beds.
Next morning early we examined our farmyard, which appeared in a most prosperous and flourishing condition. The sight of all these domestic animals made us long even more than ever for our home at Rockburg, and we determined to hasten thither with all possible speed.
Next morning, we checked out our farmyard, which looked very healthy and thriving. Seeing all these animals made us want to get back home to Rockburg even more, so we decided to head there as quickly as we could.
We found that the herd of antelopes, which Fritz and Jack had driven through the Gap, had taken up their abode in the neighborhood, and several times we saw the beautiful animals browsing among the trees.
We discovered that the herd of antelopes, which Fritz and Jack had led through the Gap, had settled in the area, and we spotted the stunning animals several times grazing among the trees.
While at the farm, we repaired both the animals' stalls and our dwelling room, that the former might be more secure against the attacks of wild beasts, and the latter fitted for our accommodation when we should visit the spot.
While at the farm, we fixed both the animals' stalls and our living room so that the stalls would be more secure against wild animal attacks, and the living room would be comfortable for us when we visited the place.
Everything at length being satisfactorily arranged, we again retired to rest, and early next morning completed our journey to Rockburg.
Everything being finally sorted out, we went back to sleep, and early the next morning, we finished our journey to Rockburg.
By midday we were once more settled at home. Windows and doors were thrown open to admit fresh air; the animals established in their stalls; and the cart's miscellaneous cargo discharged and arranged.
By midday, we were back home again. We opened the windows and doors to let in fresh air, the animals were settled in their stalls, and the various items from the cart were unloaded and organized.
As much time as I could spare, I devoted to the ostrich, whom we fastened, for the present, between two bamboo posts in front of our dwelling.
As much time as I could spare, I dedicated to the ostrich, which we tied, for now, between two bamboo posts in front of our home.
I then turned my attention to the eggs we had brought, and which I determined to hatch, if possible, by artificial heat. For this purpose I arranged a stove, which I maintained at a uniform temperature, and on it I placed the eggs, carefully wrapped in cotton wool.
I then focused on the eggs we had brought and decided to hatch them using artificial heat if I could. To do this, I set up a stove that I kept at a consistent temperature, and I placed the eggs on it, carefully wrapped in cotton wool.
Next morning Fritz and I went off in the boat, first to Whale Island, there to establish our colonists, the Angora rabbits, and then to Shark Island, where we placed the dainty little antelopes. Having made them happy with their liberty and abundance of food, we returned as quickly as possible to cure the bearskins, and add the provisions we had brought to the stores lying in our cellar.
Next morning, Fritz and I took the boat, first to Whale Island to set up our colonists, the Angora rabbits, and then to Shark Island, where we released the adorable little antelopes. After making sure they were happy with their freedom and plenty of food, we hurried back to treat the bearskins and add the supplies we had brought to the stock in our cellar.
As we returned, we caught up Jack, making his way in great glee toward Rockburg. He was carrying, in a basket, an immense eel, which he and Ernest had secured.
As we came back, we caught up with Jack, happily making his way toward Rockburg. He was carrying a huge eel in a basket, which he and Ernest had caught.
It proved delicious. Half was prepared for dinner, and the other half salted and stowed away.
It turned out to be delicious. Half was made for dinner, and the other half was salted and put away.
We now, for a short time, again turned our attention to our duties about the house.
We now, for a brief period, redirected our focus to our responsibilities around the house.
Thinking that the veranda would be greatly improved by some creepers, I sowed, round the foot of each bamboo pillar, vanilla and pepper-seeds, as well as that of other creeping plants, which would not only give the house a pleasanter aspect, but also afford us shade during the summer months.
Thinking that the porch would look a lot better with some climbing plants, I planted vanilla and pepper seeds around the base of each bamboo pillar, along with other creeping plants that would not only make the house more attractive but also provide us with shade during the summer.
I constructed a couple of hencoops too, for the hens and their little chicks which we had brought from Woodlands, for I knew that if I left them unprotected, the inquisitive dispositions of Knips and Fangs might induce them to make anatomical experiments which would be detrimental to the welfare of the youngsters.
I built a couple of chicken coops too, for the hens and their little chicks that we brought from Woodlands, because I knew that if I left them unprotected, the curious natures of Knips and Fangs might lead them to conduct some harmful experiments that could be bad for the chicks’ well-being.
Ernest's rat skins were voted a nuisance within doors, and were tied together and hung up outside; so powerful was the odor they emitted, that even then Jack would pretend to faint every time he passed near them.
Ernest's rat skins were considered a nuisance indoors, so they were bundled together and hung outside; the smell they gave off was so strong that even then Jack would fake fainting every time he walked past them.
The museum received its addition: the condor and vulture were placed there, to be stuffed when we should find time during the rainy season. The mica and asbestos, too, were brought in for the present, not to lie there idle, but to wait until I could use them as I intended, for china and lampwicks.
The museum got its new addition: the condor and vulture were placed there, waiting to be stuffed when we found time during the rainy season. The mica and asbestos were also brought in for now, not to sit there unused, but to wait until I could use them as planned, for china and lamp wicks.
Having occupied two days in this way, we turned our attention to other duties: the cultivation of a wheat, barley, and maize field, the management of the ostrich's eggs, and the taming of the captives.
Having spent two days like this, we shifted our focus to other tasks: growing wheat, barley, and corn, taking care of the ostrich eggs, and training the captives.
As agriculture was, though the least to our taste, the most important of these several duties, we set about it first. The animals drew the plow, but the digging and hoeing taxed our powers of endurance to the utmost.
As much as we didn't like it, farming was the most important of all our tasks, so we tackled it first. The animals pulled the plow, but the digging and hoeing really tested our endurance to the limit.
In the interval we devoted our attention to the ostrich. But our efforts on behalf of his education seemed all in vain. He appeared as untameable as ever. I determined, therefore, to adopt the plan which had subdued the refractory eagle.
In the meantime, we focused on the ostrich. However, our attempts to educate him seemed pointless. He was still as wild as ever. So, I decided to use the approach that had worked on the stubborn eagle.
The effect of the tobacco fumes almost alarmed me. The ostrich sank to the ground and lay motionless. Slowly, at length, he arose, and paced up and down between the bamboo posts.
The impact of the tobacco smoke nearly startled me. The ostrich collapsed to the ground and lay still. After some time, it finally stood up and walked back and forth between the bamboo posts.
He was subdued, but to my dismay resolutely refused all food. I feared he would die; for three days he pined, growing weaker and weaker each day.
He was quiet, but to my dismay, he stubbornly refused all food. I was afraid he would die; for three days he wasted away, growing weaker and weaker each day.
"Food he must have!" said I to my wife; "food he must have!" The mother determined to attempt an experiment. She prepared balls of maize flour, mixed with butter. One of these she placed within the bird's beak. He swallowed it, and stretched out his long neck, looking inquiringly for a second mouthful. A second, third, and fourth ball followed the first. His appetite returned, and his strength came again.
"He's got to eat!" I said to my wife; "he's got to eat!" The mother decided to try something out. She made balls of corn flour mixed with butter. She put one of these in the bird's beak. He swallowed it and stretched out his long neck, looking curiously for another bite. A second, third, and fourth ball followed the first. His appetite came back, and his strength returned.
All the wild nature of the bird had gone, and I saw with delight that we might begin his education as soon as we chose. Rice, guavas, maize, and corn he ate readily—washing it down, as Jack expressed it, with small pebbles, to the great surprise of Franz, to whom I explained that the ostrich was merely following the instinct common to all birds; that he required these pebbles to digest his food, just as smaller birds require gravel.
All the wild instincts of the bird were gone, and I was glad to see that we could start his training whenever we wanted. He eagerly ate rice, guavas, corn, and maize—washing it down, as Jack put it, with small pebbles, which really surprised Franz. I explained that the ostrich was just following the instinct found in all birds; he needed these pebbles to help digest his food, just like smaller birds need gravel.
After a month of careful training, our captive would trot, gallop, obey the sound of our voice, feed from our hand; and, in fact, showed himself perfectly docile. Now our ingenuity was taxed to the utmost. How were we to saddle and bridle a bird? First, for a bit for his beak. Vague ideas passed through my mind, but every one I was obliged to reject. A plan at length occurred to me. I recollected the effect of light and its absence upon the ostrich, how his movements were checked by sudden darkness, and how, with the light, power returned to his limbs.
After a month of careful training, our captive would trot, gallop, obey the sound of our voice, and eat from our hand; in fact, he showed himself to be completely docile. Now our creativity was pushed to the limit. How were we supposed to saddle and bridle a bird? First, we needed to figure out a bit for his beak. Vague ideas crossed my mind, but I had to reject each one. Eventually, a plan occurred to me. I remembered how light and darkness affected the ostrich, how his movements were halted by sudden darkness, and how, with the return of light, his limbs regained their power.
I immediately constructed a leathern hood, to reach from the neck to the beak, cutting holes in it for the eyes and ears.
I quickly made a leather hood that covered from the neck to the beak, cutting out holes for the eyes and ears.
Over the eyeholes I contrived square flaps or blinkers, which were so arranged with whalebone springs that they closed tightly of themselves. The reins were connected with these blinkers, so that the flaps might be raised or allowed to close at the rider's pleasure.
Over the eyeholes, I created square flaps or blinkers, which were designed with whalebone springs that closed tightly on their own. The reins were attached to these blinkers, allowing the flaps to be raised or lowered at the rider's discretion.
When both blinkers were open, the ostrich would gallop straight ahead; close his right eye and he turned to the left, close his left and he turned to the right, shut both and he stood stock still.
When both blinkers were open, the ostrich would run straight ahead; close his right eye and he would turn left, close his left eye and he would turn right, shut both and he would stand completely still.
I was justly proud of my contrivance, but, before I could really test its utility, I was obliged to make a saddle. After several failures, I succeeded in manufacturing one to my liking, and in properly securing it; it was something like an old-fashioned trooper's saddle, peaked before and behind—for my great fear was lest the boys should fall. This curious-looking contrivance I placed upon the shoulders as near the neck as possible, and secured it with strong girths round the wings and across the breast, to avoid all possibility of the saddle slipping down the bird's sloping back.
I felt justifiably proud of my invention, but before I could really test its usefulness, I had to make a saddle. After several tries, I finally managed to create one that I liked and secure it properly; it resembled an old-style trooper's saddle, with peaks at both the front and back—because I was really worried that the boys might fall off. I placed this unusual-looking saddle on the bird's shoulders as close to the neck as possible and fastened it with strong straps around the sides and across the chest, to ensure it wouldn’t slip down the bird's sloping back.
I soon saw that my plan would succeed, though skill and considerable practice was necessary in the use of my patent bridle. It was difficult to remember that to check the courser's speed it was necessary to slacken rein, and that the tighter the reins were drawn, the faster he would fly. We at length, however, all learned to manage Master Hurricane, and the distance between Rockburg and Falconhurst was traversed in an almost incredibly short space of time. The marvelous speed of the bird again revived the dispute as to the ownership, and I was obliged to interfere.
I quickly realized that my plan would work, but it took skill and a lot of practice to handle my special bridle. It was hard to remember that to slow down the horse, I needed to loosen the reins, and that pulling them tighter actually made him go faster. Eventually, we all figured out how to manage Master Hurricane, and we covered the distance between Rockburg and Falconhurst in what seemed like no time at all. The incredible speed of the horse stirred up the debate about who owned him, and I had to step in.
"Jack shall retain the ostrich," said I, "for it is most suited to him; he is a lighter weight than either of you his elder brothers, and Franz is not yet strong enough to manage such a fleet courser. But he is so far to be considered common property, that all may practice on him occasionally; and, in a case of necessity, any one may mount him."
"Jack should keep the ostrich," I said, "because it fits him best; he weighs less than either of his older brothers, and Franz isn't strong enough yet to handle such a speedy creature. However, since he's considered common property, everyone can ride him occasionally, and in an emergency, anyone can hop on."
Our field work was by this time over. The land had been plowed and sown with wheat, barley, and maize. On the other side of Jackal River we had planted potatoes and cassava roots, and all sorts of other seeds had been carefully sown.
Our field work was done by now. The land had been plowed and planted with wheat, barley, and corn. On the other side of Jackal River, we had planted potatoes and cassava, and all kinds of other seeds had been carefully sown.
We had not neglected the ostrich's eggs, and one day Fritz introduced me with great glee to three little ostriches. But alas, the little creatures were not destined to enjoy life long. One died almost as soon as it was hatched, and the others, after tottering about on their stilt-like legs for a few days, followed its example.
We had taken care of the ostrich eggs, and one day Fritz happily introduced me to three little ostriches. But sadly, the little birds weren't meant to live long. One died almost as soon as it hatched, and the others, after wobbling around on their long legs for a few days, did the same.
I now found time to turn my attention to the bears' skins, which required preparation before they would be fit for use as leather. They had been salted and dried, and now required tanning. I had no tan, however. This was unfortunate; but not to be deterred from my purpose, I determined to use a mixture of honey and water in its place.
I finally found some time to focus on the bear skins, which needed preparation before they could be used as leather. They had been salted and dried, but now they needed tanning. Unfortunately, I didn't have any tanning solution. However, I wasn't going to let that stop me. I decided to mix honey and water instead.
The experiment proved successful. When the skins were dried they remained flexible and free from smell, while the fur was soft and glossy.
The experiment was a success. When the skins were dried, they stayed flexible and odorless, while the fur was soft and shiny.
This was not the only result of the experiment, for the honey-water which I boiled appeared so clear and tempting, that it struck me that I might prepare from it an excellent drink. I put by some of the liquid before making use of it as tan, and reboiled it with nutmeg and cinnamon. The preparation, which much resembled English mead, was pronounced delicious, and the mother begged me to brew a large supply. As our cellar was now well stocked with provisions for the winter, and our other preparations were completed, I was able to turn my attention to details of lesser importance. The boys had been clamoring for hats, and as my success in so many trades had surprised me, I agreed to turn hatter for the nonse. With the rat skins and a solution of india rubber, I produced a kind of felt, which I dyed a brilliant red with cochineal, and stretching this on a wooden block I had prepared, I passed over it a hot iron, to smooth the nap, and by next morning had the satisfaction of presenting to my wife a neat little red Swiss cap, to be lined and finished by her for one of the boys. The mother admired the production immensely, and lining it with silk, added yet more to its gay appearance by adorning it with ribbons and ostrich feathers, and finally placed it upon the head of little Franz.
This wasn’t the only outcome of the experiment, as the honey-water I boiled looked so clear and inviting that I thought I could make a fantastic drink from it. I set aside some of the liquid before using it for tanning and reboiled it with nutmeg and cinnamon. The drink, which closely resembled English mead, was deemed delicious, and my mother asked me to make a large batch. With our cellar well stocked for the winter and our other preparations done, I was free to focus on less important details. The boys had been asking for hats, and since I was surprised by my success in so many different trades, I decided to try my hand at hat-making for a bit. Using rat skins and a solution of India rubber, I created a type of felt, which I dyed a bright red with cochineal. I stretched this over a wooden block I'd prepared and smoothed it out with a hot iron. By the next morning, I was pleased to present my wife with a nice little red Swiss cap, which she could line and finish for one of the boys. My mother was really impressed with the result, and as she lined it with silk, she made it even more vibrant by adding ribbons and ostrich feathers, finally placing it on little Franz's head.
So delighted was every one with the hat, that all were eager to be similarly provided, and begged me to manufacture more. I readily agreed to do so, as soon as they should furnish me with the necessary materials, and advised them to make half a dozen rat traps, that they might secure the water rats with which the stream abounded, and whose rich glossy fur would serve admirably for felt.
Everyone was so thrilled with the hat that they all wanted one, and they asked me to make more. I happily agreed to do it as soon as they provided me with the necessary materials and suggested they make half a dozen rat traps to catch the water rats that were plentiful in the stream, since their rich, glossy fur would be perfect for felt.
Every fifth animal that they brought me I told them should be mine, that I might obtain material for a hat for myself and their mother.
Every fifth animal they brought to me, I told them should be mine so that I could get some material for a hat for myself and their mother.
The boys at once agreed to this arrangement, and began the manufacture of the traps, which were all so made that they should kill the rats at once, for I could not bear the idea of animals being tortured or imprisoned.
The boys immediately agreed to this plan and started making the traps, which were designed to kill the rats quickly, because I couldn't stand the thought of animals being tortured or locked up.
While they were thus engaged I applied myself to the manufacture of porcelain. I first cleaned the pipeclay and talc from all foreign substances, and made them ready to be beaten down with water into a soft mass, and then prepared my molds of gypsum plaster. These preparations were at length made, and the molds received a thin layer of the porcelain material. When this was partly baked, I sprinkled over it a powder of colored glass beads which I had crushed, and which looked very pretty in patterns upon the transparent porcelain.
While they were busy, I focused on making porcelain. I started by cleaning the pipe clay and talc to remove any impurities, getting them ready to be mixed with water into a soft mass. Then I prepared my molds from gypsum plaster. Once everything was set, I applied a thin layer of the porcelain mixture to the molds. After it was partially baked, I sprinkled crushed colored glass beads on top, which created beautiful patterns on the transparent porcelain.
I must allow that my china was far from perfect; the shape of some of the vessels was faulty, and none were really transparent; nevertheless, the general appearance gave great satisfaction, and when the plates were filled with rosy and golden fruit resting on green leaves, and fragrant tea filled the cups, it greatly added to the appearance of the table.
I have to admit that my china wasn’t perfect; some of the shapes were off, and none of it was truly transparent. Still, the overall look was very satisfying, and when the plates were piled with bright red and golden fruit on green leaves, and fragrant tea filled the cups, it really enhanced the table's appearance.
CHAPTER 14.
The rainy season is back—Building the cajack—Mom designs a swimming outfit—A trip to our colonies—Mysterious seaweed—Mom's surprise—A visit to Whale Island—Mischievous pigs—The three boys come back from a day of hunting—They show off their treasures—A new skinning tool—We create a crushing machine—An early harvest—We set up a threshing floor—Reaping in the Italian style—Threshing, also in the Italian style—Return of the herring shoals.
Scarcely had I completed my pottery, when great black clouds and terrific storms heralded the approach of another winter. The rainy season having set in, we were compelled to give up our daily excursions.
Scarcely had I finished my pottery when dark clouds and fierce storms signaled the arrival of another winter. With the rainy season underway, we had to abandon our daily outings.
Even in the spacious house which we now occupied, and with our varied and interesting employments, we yet found the time dragging heavily. The spirits of all were depressed, and even occasional rapid rides, during a partial cessation of the rain, failed permanently to arouse them. Fritz, as well as I, had perceived this, and he said to me:
Even in the large house we were living in, and with our diverse and engaging activities, we still found time moving really slowly. Everyone's mood was down, and even the occasional quick rides during a break in the rain didn't lift their spirits for long. Fritz, like me, noticed this and said to me:
"Why, father, should we not make a canoe, something swifter and more manageable than those vessels we as yet possess? I often long for a light skiff, in which I might skim over the surface of the water."
"Why, dad, shouldn't we build a canoe, something faster and easier to handle than the boats we have now? I often wish for a lightweight skiff that I could glide across the water in."
The idea delighted all hands, but the mother, who was never happy when we were on the sea, declared that our chances of drowning were, with the pinnace and canoe, already sufficiently great, and that there was not the slightest necessity for our adding to these chances by constructing another craft which would tempt us out upon the perfidious element. My wife's fears were, however, speedily allayed, for I assured her that the boat I intended to construct should be no flimsy cockle-shell, but as safe and stout a craft as ever floated upon the sea. The Greenlander's cajack I intended to be my model, and I resolved not only to occupy the children, but also to produce a strong and serviceable canoe—a masterpiece of art.
The idea excited everyone, but the mother, who was never comfortable when we were at sea, insisted that our chances of drowning, with the small boat and canoe, were already high enough. She believed there was no need to increase those risks by building another vessel that would lure us out onto the treacherous waters. However, I quickly reassured my wife, promising that the boat I planned to build wouldn’t be some flimsy thing, but a strong and sturdy craft that could handle the sea. I intended to use the Greenlander’s kayak as my model, and I decided not only to keep the kids busy but also to create a strong and functional canoe—a true work of art.
The boys were interested, and the boat-building was soon in operation. We constructed the skeleton of whalebone, using split bamboo canes to strengthen the sides and also to form the deck, which extended the whole length of the boat, leaving merely a square hole in which the occupant of the canoe might sit.
The boys were interested, and the boat-building quickly got underway. We built the framework from whalebone, using split bamboo canes to reinforce the sides and to create the deck, which stretched the entire length of the boat, leaving just a square opening for the person sitting in the canoe.
The work engrossed our attention most entirely, and by the time it was complete the rain had passed away and the glorious sun again shone brightly forth.
The work completely captivated us, and by the time we finished, the rain had stopped, and the beautiful sun was shining brightly again.
Our front door was just wide enough to admit of the egress of our boat, and we completed her construction in the open air. We quickly cased the sides and deck with sealskin, making all the seams thoroughly watertight with caoutchouc.
Our front door was just wide enough to let our boat come in and out, and we finished building it outside. We quickly covered the sides and deck with sealskin, making sure all the seams were completely waterproof with rubber.
The cajack was indeed a curious looking craft, yet so light that she might be lifted easily with one hand, and when at length we launched her she bounded upon the water like an India rubber ball. Fritz was unanimously voted her rightful owner, but before his mother would hear of his entering the frail-looking skiff she declared that she must contrive a swimming dress, that "should his boat receive a puncture from a sharp rock or the dorsal of a fish and collapse, he might yet have a chance of saving his life."
The cajack was definitely an odd-looking boat, but it was so light that it could be easily lifted with one hand. When we finally launched it, it bounced on the water like a rubber ball. Fritz was unanimously chosen as its rightful owner, but before his mom would let him get in the flimsy-looking boat, she insisted that she needed to make a swimming outfit so that "if his boat got a hole from a sharp rock or a fish and sank, he would still have a chance to save his life."
Though I did not consider the cajack quite the soap bubble the mother imagined it, I yet willingly agreed to assist her in the construction of the dress.
Though I didn’t think of the cajack as just a soap bubble like the mother believed, I still happily agreed to help her make the dress.
The garment we produced was most curious in appearance, and I must own that I doubted its efficiency. It was like a double waistcoat, made of linen prepared with a solution of india rubber, the seams being likewise coated with caoutchouc, and the whole rendered perfectly air-tight. We so arranged it that one little hole was left, by means of which air could be forced into the space between the outer covering and the lining, and the dress inflated.
The garment we made had a really interesting look, and I have to admit I was skeptical about its effectiveness. It resembled a double vest, made from linen treated with a rubber solution, with the seams also covered in rubber, making it completely airtight. We designed it so that there was a small hole left, which allowed air to be pumped into the space between the outer layer and the lining, causing the outfit to inflate.
Meanwhile I perceived with pleasure the rapid vegetation the climate was producing. The seeds we had scattered had germinated, and were now promising magnificent crops. The veranda, too, was looking pleasant with its gay and sweet-scented creepers, which were already aspiring to the summit of the pillars. The air was full of birds, the earth seemed teeming with life.
Meanwhile, I was pleased to see how quickly the plants were growing thanks to the climate. The seeds we had sown had sprouted and were now promising amazing harvests. The veranda also looked nice with its colorful and fragrant vines, which were already climbing up the pillars. The air was filled with birds, and the ground seemed alive with activity.
The dress was at length completed, and Fritz one fine afternoon offered publicly to prove it. We all assembled on the beach, the boy gravely donned and inflated the garment, and, amid roars of laughter from his brothers, entered the water. Quickly and easily he paddled himself across the bay toward Shark Island, whither we followed in one of our boats.
The dress was finally finished, and one beautiful afternoon, Fritz decided to show it off. We all gathered on the beach, and the boy seriously put on and inflated the outfit. Amidst laughter from his brothers, he waded into the water. He quickly and effortlessly paddled across the bay toward Shark Island, where we followed in one of our boats.
The experiment was most successful, and Ernest, Jack, and Franz, in spite of their laughter at their brother's garment, begged their mother to make for each of them a similar dress.
The experiment was really successful, and Ernest, Jack, and Franz, despite their laughter at their brother's outfit, begged their mom to make a similar dress for each of them.
While on the island we paid a visit to the colonists whom we had established there the previous autumn. All was well; we could perceive by the footprints that the antelopes had discovered and made use of the shelter we had erected for them, and feeling that we could do nothing more we scattered handfuls of maize and salt, and strolled across to the other side of the island. The shore was covered with lovely shells, many of which, with beautiful pieces of delicate coral, the boys collected for their museum; strewn by the edge of the water too lay a great quantity of seaweed of various colors, and as the mother declared that much of it was of use, the boys assisted her to collect it and store it in the boat. As we pulled back to the land I was surprised to see that my wife chose from among the seaweed a number of curious leaves with edges notched like a saw. When we reached home she carefully washed these and dried them in the oven. There was evidently something mysterious about this preparation, and my curiosity at length prompted me to make an attempt to discover the secret.
While we were on the island, we visited the colonists we had settled there the previous autumn. Everything was going well; we could see from the footprints that the antelopes had found and used the shelter we had built for them. Feeling that we had done all we could, we scattered some maize and salt and wandered over to the other side of the island. The shoreline was covered in beautiful shells, many of which, along with lovely pieces of delicate coral, the boys collected for their museum. Lying by the water's edge was also a large amount of colorful seaweed, and since their mother said much of it was useful, the boys helped her gather it and store it in the boat. As we rowed back to shore, I was surprised to see my wife select several odd leaves from the seaweed, their edges serrated like a saw. When we got home, she carefully washed them and dried them in the oven. There seemed to be something mysterious about this process, and my curiosity finally pushed me to try to find out the secret.
"Are these leaves to form a substitute for tobacco?" said I; "do you so long for its refreshing smell?"
"Are these leaves meant to replace tobacco?" I asked. "Do you really long for its refreshing scent?"
My wife smiled, for her dislike to tobacco was well known, and she answered in the same jocular tone:
My wife smiled, since everyone knew she didn't like tobacco, and she responded in the same playful tone:
"Do you not think that a mattress stuffed with these leaves would be very cool in summer?"
"Don't you think a mattress filled with these leaves would be really cool in the summer?"
The twinkle in her eyes showed me that my curiosity must still remain unsatisfied, but it nevertheless became greater than ever.
The sparkle in her eyes told me that my curiosity would still go unfulfilled, but it only grew stronger than ever.
The boys and I had one day made a long and fatiguing expedition, and, tired out, we flung ourselves down in the veranda. As we lay there resting, we heard the mother's voice.
The boys and I had one day gone on a long and exhausting adventure, and, worn out, we collapsed on the porch. As we lay there resting, we heard our mother's voice.
"Could any of you enjoy a little jelly?"
"Would any of you like some jelly?"
She presently appeared, bearing a porcelain dish laden with most lovely transparent jelly. Cut with a spoon and laid before us it quivered and glittered in the light.
She came in, holding a porcelain dish filled with beautiful clear jelly. When spooned out and placed in front of us, it shook and sparkled in the light.
"Ambrosia!" exclaimed Fritz, tasting it. It was indeed delicious, and, still marveling from whence the mother could have obtained a dish so rare, we disposed of all that she had set before us.
"Ambrosia!" exclaimed Fritz, tasting it. It was truly delicious, and, still amazed about where Mom could have gotten such a rare dish, we devoured everything she had served us.
"Aha," laughed the mother, "is not this an excellent substitute for tobacco, far more refreshing than the nasty weed itself. Behold the product of my mysterious seaweed."
"Aha," laughed the mother, "isn't this a great alternative to tobacco, way more refreshing than that nasty weed itself? Check out the product of my mysterious seaweed."
"My dear wife," exclaimed I, "this dish is indeed a masterpiece of culinary art, but where had you met with it? What put it into your head?"
"My dear wife," I exclaimed, "this dish is truly a masterpiece of cooking, but where did you come across it? What inspired you to make it?"
"While staying with my Dutch friends at the Cape," replied she, "I often saw it, and at once recognized the leaves on Shark Island. Once knowing the secret, the preparation of the dish is extremely simple; the leaves are soaked in water, fresh every day, for a week, and then boiled for a few hours with orange juice, citron, and sugar."
"While I was visiting my Dutch friends at the Cape," she said, "I often saw it, and immediately recognized the leaves on Shark Island. Once you know the secret, making the dish is really easy; the leaves are soaked in fresh water every day for a week, and then boiled for a few hours with orange juice, citron, and sugar."
We were all delighted with the delicacy, and thanked the mother for it most heartily, the boys declaring that they must at once go off again to the island to collect as many of the leaves as they could find. I agreed to accompany them, for I wished to examine the plantations we had made there.
We were all thrilled with the treat and expressed our heartfelt thanks to the mother, while the boys insisted that they had to head back to the island right away to gather as many leaves as they could find. I agreed to go with them because I wanted to check out the plantations we had established there.
All were flourishing, the palms and mangroves had shot up in a most marvelous manner, and many of the seeds which I had cast at random among the cliffs in the rocks had germinated, and promised to clothe the nakedness of the frowning boulders.
All were thriving; the palms and mangroves had grown in an incredible way, and many of the seeds I had scattered randomly among the cliffs in the rocks had sprouted, promising to cover the bare, daunting boulders.
Away up among the rocks, too, we discovered a bright sparkling spring of delicious water, at which, from the footprints around, we saw that the antelopes must have refreshed themselves.
Up among the rocks, we found a bright, sparkling spring of delicious water, where, from the footprints around, we could tell that the antelopes had come to drink.
Finding everything so satisfactory, we were naturally anxious to discover how our colony and plantations on Whale Island had fared. It was evident at a glance that the rabbits had increased; the young and tender shoots of the trees bore the marks of many greedy, mischievous little teeth. The cocoanut palms alone had they spared.
Finding everything so satisfying, we were naturally eager to see how our colony and plantations on Whale Island had done. It was clear at a glance that the rabbit population had grown; the young, tender shoots of the trees showed signs of many greedy, mischievous little teeth. The coconut palms were the only ones they had left alone.
Such depredations as these could not be allowed, and with the help of the boys I erected round each stem a hedge of prickly thorn, and then prepared again to embark; before we did so, however, I noticed that some of the seaweed had also been gnawed by the rabbits, and wondering what it could have been to tempt them, I collected some of it to examine more fully at home.
Such damage couldn't be tolerated, so with the help of the boys, I built a thorny hedge around each stem and then got ready to leave again. Before we set off, though, I noticed that some of the seaweed had also been nibbled by the rabbits. Curious about what might have attracted them, I gathered some to take home for a closer look.
The skeleton of the whale, too, attracted our attention, for, picked clean by the birds and bleached by the sun and rain, the bones had been purified to a most perfect whiteness. Thinking that the joints of the vertebræ might be made of use, I separated some ten or twelve, and rolled them down to the boat, and then returned to the shore, towing them after us.
The skeleton of the whale also caught our eye because, cleaned by the birds and bleached by the sun and rain, the bones had become incredibly white. Assuming the joints of the vertebrae could be useful, I took about ten or twelve of them, rolled them down to the boat, and then went back to the shore, towing them behind us.
I determined next morning to look out a tree from which I might cut the blocks of wood that I should require to raise my crushers.
I decided the next morning to find a tree from which I could cut the pieces of wood I needed to build my crushers.
My expedition was destined to be a solitary one, for when I went to the stables for a horse, I discovered that the boys had gone off by themselves with their guns and traps, and had left to me a choice between the bull and buffalo.
My trip was meant to be a lonely one, because when I went to the stables to get a horse, I found that the boys had set off on their own with their guns and traps, leaving me with a choice between the bull and the buffalo.
With Storm, therefore, I was fain to be content. I crossed the bridge, but as I reached the cassava field I noticed to my great annoyance that it had been overrun and laid waste by some mischievous animals. I examined the footprints, and seeing that they greatly resembled those of pigs, determined to follow the trail, and see who these invaders of our territory would prove to be. The track led me on for some way until I almost lost sight of it near our old potato field. For some time I hunted backward and forward without seeing a sign of the animals; at length a loud barking from Floss and Bruno, who were with me, announced that they had been discovered.
With Storm, I decided to be okay with that. I crossed the bridge, but as I got to the cassava field, I was really annoyed to see that it had been destroyed by some mischievous animals. I looked at the footprints and noticed they closely resembled those of pigs, so I decided to follow the trail and see who these invaders of our land were. The tracks led me for a while until I almost lost them near our old potato field. For a bit, I searched back and forth without finding any sign of the animals; then a loud barking from Floss and Bruno, who were with me, announced that they had found something.
The whole family of our old sow, and she herself, were standing at bay, showing their teeth and grunting so savagely, that the dogs feared to approach them.
The entire family of our old sow, along with her, was standing their ground, baring their teeth and grunting so fiercely that the dogs were afraid to get close.
I raised my gun and fired twice among the herd; two of the pigs fell, and the rest fled, followed by the dogs. I picked up the pigs, and calling back the pursuers, continued my way through the forest.
I lifted my gun and shot twice into the herd; two of the pigs went down, and the others ran away, with the dogs chasing after them. I grabbed the pigs and, calling back the pursuers, moved on through the forest.
A tree suited to my purpose was soon found; I marked it and returned home.
A tree that suited my needs was quickly found; I marked it and went back home.
Ernest, who had remained at home, assisted me to flay the young porkers, and I handed them over to the mother to prepare for supper; by which time I hoped the other lads would have returned.
Ernest, who stayed home, helped me skin the young pigs, and I passed them on to Mom to get ready for dinner; by then, I hoped the other guys would be back.
Late in the evening we heard the sounds of trampling hoofs, and presently Jack appeared, thundering along upon his two-legged steed, followed in the distance by Fritz and Franz. These latter carried upon their cruppers game bags, the contents of which were speedily displayed; four birds, a kangaroo, twenty muskrats, a monkey, two hares, and half a dozen beaver rats, were laid before me. Besides these, Fritz threw down, without a word of explanation, a bundle of thistles.
Late in the evening, we heard the sound of pounding hooves, and soon Jack showed up, charging along on his two-legged horse, with Fritz and Franz trailing behind. They carried game bags on their backs, and quickly revealed their haul: four birds, a kangaroo, twenty muskrats, a monkey, two hares, and half a dozen beaver rats were laid out in front of me. In addition to these, Fritz tossed down a bundle of thistles without saying a word.
The boys seemed almost wild with excitement at the success of their expedition, and presently Jack exclaimed:
The boys seemed nearly out of control with excitement over the success of their expedition, and soon Jack shouted:
"Oh, father, you can't think what grand fun hunting on an ostrich is; we flew along like the wind; sometimes I could scarcely breathe, we were going at such a rate, and was obliged to shut my eyes because of the terrific rush of air; really, father, you must make me a mask with glass eyes to ride with, or I shall be blinded one of these fine days."
"Oh, Dad, you wouldn't believe how much fun it is to hunt an ostrich; we sped along like the wind! Sometimes I could barely breathe because we were moving so fast, and I had to close my eyes because of the crazy rush of air. Seriously, Dad, you need to make me a mask with glass eyes to wear when riding, or I'm going to end up blinded one of these days."
"Indeed!" replied I, "I must do no such thing."
"Absolutely!" I responded, "I can't do that."
"Why not?" asked he, with a look of amazement upon his face.
"Why not?" he asked, looking amazed.
"For two reasons; firstly, because I do not consider that I must do anything that you demand; and, secondly, because I think that you are very capable of doing it yourself. However, I must congratulate you upon your abundant supply of game; you must have indeed worked hard. Yet I wish that you would let me know when you intend starting on such a long expedition as this; you forget that though you yourselves know that you are quite safe, and that all is going on well, yet that we at home are kept in a constant state of anxiety. Now, off with you, and look to your animals, and then you may find supper ready."
"For two reasons: first, because I don’t think I have to do anything you ask; and second, because I believe you’re more than capable of handling it yourself. That said, I have to give you credit for the impressive amount of game you’ve collected; you must have worked really hard. However, I wish you would let me know when you plan to head out on such a long trip; you forget that even though you know you’re safe and everything is going well, we at home are always on edge. Now, go take care of your animals, and then you’ll find dinner ready."
Presently the boys returned, and we prepared for a most appetizing meal which the mother set before us.
Presently the boys came back, and we got ready for a delicious meal that our mom served us.
While we were discussing the roast pig, and washing it down with fragrant mead, Fritz described the day's expedition.
While we were chatting about the roast pig and enjoying it with some tasty mead, Fritz talked about the day's adventure.
They had set their traps near Woodlands, and had there captured the muskrats, attracting them with small carrots, while with other traps, baited with fish and earth-worms, they had caught several beaver rats, and a duck-billed platypus. Hunting and fishing had occupied the rest of the day, and it was with immense pride that Jack displayed the kangaroo which he had run down with his swift courser. Contributions to the garden had not been forgotten, and Fritz handed over to his mother several cuttings from cinnamon and sweet-apple trees. Finally, when all the other treasures had been displayed, Fritz begged me to examine his thistles which he had gathered, thinking, he said, that it was a plant used in the manufacture of wool. He was perfectly right, for I recognized it at once as the "fuller's teazle," a plant whose sharp little thorns, which cover the stem and leaves, are used to raise the nap of cloth.
They had set their traps near Woodlands and managed to catch muskrats by using small carrots as bait. With other traps, baited with fish and earthworms, they caught several beaver rats and a duck-billed platypus. The rest of the day was spent hunting and fishing, and Jack proudly showed off the kangaroo he had chased down on his fast horse. They also remembered their contributions to the garden, and Fritz gave his mother several cuttings from cinnamon and sweet-apple trees. Finally, after displaying all their other treasures, Fritz asked me to check out the thistles he had gathered, thinking, as he said, that it was a plant used in making wool. He was absolutely right, as I recognized it immediately as the "fuller's teazle," a plant whose sharp little thorns covering the stem and leaves are used to raise the nap of cloth.
We resolved to be up betimes the following morning, that we might attend to the preparation of the booty, and as I now noticed that the boys were all becoming extremely drowsy, I closed the day with evening devotions.
We decided to get up early the next morning so we could prepare the loot, and since I noticed that the boys were getting really sleepy, I ended the day with some evening prayers.
The number of the creatures we killed rendered the removal of their skins a matter of no little time and trouble. It was not an agreeable task at any time, and when I saw the array of animals the boys had brought me to flay, I determined to construct a machine which would considerably lessen the labor. Among the ship's stores, in the surgeon's chest, I discovered a large syringe. This, with a few alterations, would serve my purpose admirably. Within the tube I first fitted a couple of valves, and then, perforating the stopper, I had in my possession a powerful air pump.
The number of creatures we killed made removing their skins quite time-consuming and troublesome. It was never a pleasant task, and when I saw the pile of animals the boys had brought me to skin, I decided to build a machine that would significantly reduce the labor involved. Among the ship's supplies, in the surgeon's chest, I found a large syringe. With a few modifications, it would work perfectly for my needs. I first added a couple of valves to the tube, and then, by puncturing the stopper, I ended up with a powerful air pump.
The boys stared at me in blank amazement when, armed with this instrument, I took up the kangaroo, and declared myself ready to commence operations.
The boys looked at me in stunned disbelief when, holding this tool, I picked up the kangaroo and said I was ready to get started.
"Skin a kangaroo with a squirt?" said they, and a roar of laughter followed the remark.
"Skin a kangaroo with a squirt?" they said, and a burst of laughter followed the comment.
I made no reply to the jests which followed, but silently hung the kangaroo by its hind legs to the branch of a tree. I then made a small incision in the skin, and inserting the mouth of the syringe forced air with all my might between the skin and the body of the animal. By degrees the hide of the kangaroo distended, altering the shape of the creature entirely.
I didn't respond to the jokes that came next, but quietly hung the kangaroo by its back legs from the branch of a tree. Then I made a small cut in the skin and used the syringe to push air in with all my strength between the skin and the animal's body. Gradually, the kangaroo's hide expanded, completely changing its shape.
Still I worked on, forcing in yet more air until it had become a mere shapeless mass, and I soon found that the skin was almost entirely separated from the carcass. A bold cut down the belly, and a few touches here and there where the ligatures still bound the hide to the body, and the animal was flayed.
Still, I kept at it, pushing in more air until it turned into a shapeless mass, and I quickly realized that the skin was almost completely detached from the body. A confident cut down the belly and a few adjustments here and there where the ties still held the hide to the body, and the animal was skinned.
"What a splendid plan!" cried the boys; "but why should it do it?"
"What a great plan!" shouted the boys; "but why should it work?"
"For a most simple and natural reason," I replied; "do you not know that the skin of an animal is attached to its flesh merely by slender and delicate fibers, and that between these exist thousands of little bladders or air chambers; by forcing air into these bladders the fibers are stretched, and at length, elastic as they are, cracked. The skin has now nothing to unite it to the body, and, consequently, may be drawn off with perfect ease. This scientific fact has been known for many years; the Greenlanders make constant use of it; when they have killed a seal or walrus, they distend the skin that they may tow the animal more easily ashore, and then remove its hide at a moment's notice."
"For a very simple and natural reason," I replied; "don’t you know that the skin of an animal is attached to its flesh by thin, delicate fibers, and that between them are thousands of little air pockets? By forcing air into these pockets, the fibers get stretched and eventually, even though they are elastic, they crack. The skin now has nothing holding it to the body, so it can be pulled off with ease. This scientific fact has been known for many years; the Greenlanders use it all the time. When they kill a seal or walrus, they inflate the skin so they can tow the animal more easily to shore, and then they take off the hide in an instant."
The remaining animals were subjected to the same treatment, and, to my great joy, in a couple of days the skins were all off, and being prepared for use.
The other animals went through the same process, and, to my delight, after a couple of days, all the skins were removed and being prepared for use.
I now summoned the boys to assist me in procuring blocks of wood for my crushing machine, and the following day we set forth with saws, ropes, axes, and other tools. We soon reached the tree I had selected for my purpose, and I began by sending Fritz and Jack up into the tree with axes to cut off the larger of the high branches that, when the tree fell, it might not injure its neighbors. They then descended, and Fritz and I attacked the stem. As the easiest and most speedy method we used a saw, such a one as is employed by sawyers in a saw-pit, and Fritz taking one end and I the other, the tree was soon cut half through. We then adjusted ropes that we might guide its fall, and again began to cut. It was laborious work, but when I considered that the cut was sufficiently deep we took the ropes and pulled with our united strength. The trunk cracked, swayed, tottered, and fell with a crash.
I called the boys over to help me get some blocks of wood for my crushing machine, and the next day we set off with saws, ropes, axes, and other tools. We soon arrived at the tree I had picked, and I sent Fritz and Jack up to chop off the larger high branches so that when the tree fell, it wouldn’t damage the trees around it. They came down after that, and Fritz and I started working on the trunk. To do this quickly and easily, we used a saw similar to those used by sawyers in a saw-pit. Fritz took one end, and I took the other, and before long, we had cut it halfway through. We set up ropes to guide its fall and started cutting again. It was hard work, but when I felt the cut was deep enough, we grabbed the ropes and pulled with all our strength. The trunk cracked, swayed, teetered, and then came crashing down.
The boughs were speedily lopped off, and the trunk sawed into blocks four feet long.
The branches were quickly chopped off, and the trunk was cut into four-foot-long chunks.
To cut down and divide this tree had taken us a couple of days, and on the third we carted home four large and two small blocks, and with the vertebræ joints of the whale I, in a very short time, completed my machine.
Cutting down and splitting this tree took us a couple of days, and on the third day, we brought home four large blocks and two small ones. With the whale vertebrae joints, I quickly finished my machine.
While engaged on this undertaking I had paid little attention to our fields of grain, and, accordingly, great was my surprise when one evening the fowls returned, showing most evident indifference to their evening meal, and with their crops perfectly full. It suddenly struck me that these birds had come from the direction of our cornfield. I hurried off to see what damage they had done, and then found to my great joy that the grain was perfectly ripe.
While working on this project, I had hardly focused on our grain fields, so I was very surprised one evening when the chickens came back, clearly uninterested in their evening meal and with their crops completely full. It hit me that these birds had come from our cornfield. I rushed over to check for any damage and was delighted to find that the grain was perfectly ripe.
The amount of work before us startled my wife. This unexpected harvest, which added reaping and threshing to the fishing, salting, and pickling already on hand, quite troubled her.
The amount of work ahead of us shocked my wife. This unexpected harvest, which added harvesting and threshing to the fishing, salting, and pickling we already had, really stressed her out.
"Only think," said she, "of my beloved potatoes and manioc roots! What is to become of them, I should like to know? It is time to take them up, and how to manage it, with all this press of work, I can't see."
"Just think," she said, "about my precious potatoes and cassava roots! What’s going to happen to them, I’d like to know? It’s time to harvest them, and with all this work piling up, I just can’t figure out how to do it."
"Don't be down-hearted, wife," said I; "there is no immediate hurry about the manioc, and digging potatoes in this fine, light soil is easy work compared to what it is in Switzerland, while as to planting more, that will not be necessary if we leave the younger plants in the ground. The harvest we must conduct after the Italian fashion, which, although anything but economical, will save time and trouble, and as we are to have two crops in the year, we need not be too particular."
"Don’t worry, my wife," I said; "there’s no rush with the manioc, and digging potatoes in this nice, light soil is much easier than it is in Switzerland. Plus, we won’t need to plant more if we leave the younger plants in the ground. We should handle the harvest the Italian way, which, while not very economical, will save us time and effort, and since we have two harvests a year, we don’t need to be too fussy."
Without further delay, I commenced leveling a large space of firm, clayey ground to act as a threshing floor; it was well sprinkled with water, rolled, beaten, and stamped; as the sun dried the moisture it was watered anew, and the treatment continued until it became as flat, hard, and smooth as threshing floor need be.
Without wasting any time, I started preparing a large area of solid, clayey ground to serve as a threshing floor; I sprinkled it with water, rolled it, packed it down, and stomped on it. As the sun dried the moisture, I watered it again, and I kept this up until it was as flat, hard, and smooth as a threshing floor should be.
Our largest wicker basket was then slung between Storm and Grumble; we armed ourselves with reaping hooks, and went forth to gather in the corn in the simplest and most expeditious manner imaginable.
Our biggest wicker basket was then hung between Storm and Grumble; we got ourselves ready with reaping hooks and set out to harvest the corn in the easiest and quickest way possible.
I told my reapers not to concern themselves about the length of the straw, but to grasp the corn where it was convenient to them, without stooping; each was to wind a stalk around his own handful, and throw it into the basket; in this way great labor was saved. The plan pleased the boys immensely, and in a short time the basket had been filled many times, and the field displayed a quantity of tall, headless stubble, which perfectly horrified the mother, so extravagant and untidy did she consider our work.
I told my harvesters not to worry about the length of the straw, but to grab the corn where it was easiest for them, without bending down; each one was to wrap a stalk around their handful and toss it into the basket. This way, we saved a lot of effort. The boys loved the plan, and soon the basket was filled many times, leaving the field looking like a patch of tall, headless stubble, which horrified the mother because she thought our work was so messy and careless.
"This is dreadful!" cried she; "you have left numbers of ears growing on short stalks, and look at that splendid straw completely wasted! I don't approve of your Italian fashion at all."
"This is awful!" she exclaimed. "You've got so many ears growing on short stalks, and look at that amazing straw just going to waste! I really don't like your Italian style at all."
"It is not a bad plan, I can assure you, wife, and the Italians do not waste the straw by not cutting it with the grain; having more arable than pasture land, they use this high stubble for their cattle, letting them feed in it, and eat what grain is left; afterward, allowing the grass to grow up among it, they mow all together for winter fodder. And now for threshing, also in Italian fashion. We shall find it spare our arms and backs as much in that as in reaping."
"It’s a solid plan, I assure you, my wife, and the Italians make good use of the straw by cutting it with the grain. With more farmland than pasture, they let their cattle feed on the tall stubble, eating any leftover grain. Then, they let the grass grow up among it and mow everything together for winter feed. Now, let’s talk about threshing, also the Italian way. We’ll find it easier on our arms and backs, just like when we reap."
The little sheaves were laid in a large circle on the floor, the boys mounted Storm, Grumble, Lightfoot, and Hurry, starting off at a brisk trot, with many a merry jest, and round they went, trampling and stamping out the grain, while dust and chaff flew in clouds about them.
The small bundles were spread out in a big circle on the floor, and the boys got on Storm, Grumble, Lightfoot, and Hurry, setting off at a lively trot, cracking plenty of jokes, and around they went, trampling and crushing the grain, while dust and chaff swirled around in clouds.
My wife and I were incessantly occupied with hay-forks, by means of which we shook up and moved the sheaves over which the threshers rode, so as to throw them in the track.
My wife and I were constantly busy with hay forks, using them to lift and move the bundles that the threshers were riding over, so we could toss them into the path.
From time to time the animals took mouthfuls of the tempting food they were beating out; we thought they well deserved it, and called to mind the command given to the Jews, "Thou shalt not muzzle the ox that treadeth out the corn."
From time to time, the animals took bites of the delicious food they were working on; we felt they definitely deserved it and remembered the command given to the Jews, "You shall not muzzle the ox that treads out the grain."
After threshing, we proceeded to winnowing; by simply throwing the threshed corn with shovels high in the air when the land or sea-breeze blew strong, the chaff and refuse was carried away by the wind and the grain fell to the ground.
After threshing, we moved on to winnowing; by tossing the threshed corn high in the air with shovels when the land or sea breeze was strong, the chaff and debris were blown away by the wind while the grain fell to the ground.
During these operations our poultry paid the threshing-floor many visits, testifying a lively interest in the success of our labors, and gobbling up the grain at such a rate that my wife was obliged to keep them at a reasonable distance; but I would not have them altogether stinted in the midst of our plenty. I said, "Let them enjoy themselves; what we lose in grain, we gain in flesh. I anticipate delicious chicken-pie, roast goose, and boiled turkey!"
During these operations, our chickens frequently visited the threshing floor, showing a great interest in the success of our work and gobbling up the grain so quickly that my wife had to keep them at a reasonable distance. But I didn't want to completely deny them during this time of plenty. I said, "Let them enjoy themselves; what we lose in grain, we gain in meat. I’m looking forward to delicious chicken pie, roast goose, and boiled turkey!"
When our harvest stores were housed, we found that we had reaped sixty, eighty, even a hundred fold what had been sown. Our garner was truly filled with all manner of store.
When we gathered our harvest, we discovered that we had produced sixty, eighty, even a hundred times what we had planted. Our storage was completely packed with all kinds of goods.
Expecting a second harvest, we were constrained to prepare the field for sowing again, and immediately therefore commenced mowing down the stubble. While engaged in this, flocks of quails and partridges came to glean among the scattered ears. We did not secure any great number, but resolved to be prepared for them next season, and by spreading nets, to catch them in large quantities.
Expecting a second harvest, we had to prepare the field for sowing again, so we immediately started cutting down the leftover stubble. While we were doing this, flocks of quails and partridges came to pick up the scattered grains. We didn’t catch many, but we decided to be ready for them next season and use nets to catch them in larger numbers.
My wife was satisfied when she saw the straw carried home and stacked; our crop of maize, which of course had not been threshed like the other corn, afforded soft leaves which were used for stuffing mattresses, while the stalks, when burnt, left ashes so rich in alkali as to be especially useful.
My wife was pleased when she saw the straw brought home and piled up; our corn harvest, which of course had not been threshed like the other corn, provided soft leaves that were used for stuffing mattresses, while the stalks, when burned, left ashes so rich in alkali that they were particularly useful.
I changed the crops sown on the ground to rye, barley, and oats, and hoped they would ripen before the rainy season.
I switched the crops I planted to rye, barley, and oats, and hoped they would be ready before the rainy season.
The shoals of herring made their appearance just as we finished our agricultural operations. This year we pickled only two barrels of them; but we were not so merciful toward the seals, which arrived on the coast directly afterward. We hunted them vigorously, requiring their skins for many purposes, more especially for the completion of the cajack. On the little deck of that tiny vessel I had made a kind of magazine, in which to store pistols, ammunition, water, and provisions, and this I meant to cover with sealskin, so as to be quite watertight. A couple of harpoons furnished with seal bladders were to be suspended alongside.
The herring schools showed up just as we wrapped up our farming tasks. This year, we only pickled two barrels of them, but we weren't as lenient with the seals that came to the coast right after. We hunted them hard, needing their skins for various uses, especially for finishing the cajack. On the small deck of that little boat, I had built a kind of storage area for pistols, ammunition, water, and food, and I planned to cover it with sealskin to make it completely watertight. A couple of harpoons equipped with seal bladders were going to be hung alongside.
CHAPTER 15.
Trial of the cajack—Fritz kills a walrus—We bring home its head—The storm—Where's Fritz?—Finally safe—The fishing season—A proposed expedition—Three of the boys head to Woodlands—Pigeon post—Encounter with a hyena—Exploration of Wood Lake—A tapir—Prospect Hill raided—A tragedy—The boys in danger—We join them—We build a summer house—Discover the cacao plant—Fritz travels up the stream—He spots elephants and hippos—Jack's "moist secret"—We return to Rockburg—Grace and beauty—Shark Island is fortified.
At last came the day when Fritz was to make his trial trip with the cajack. Completely equipped in swimming costume—trousers, jacket, and cap—it was most ludicrous to see him cower down in the canoe and puff and blow till he began to swell like the frog in the fable.
At last, the day arrived when Fritz was set to take his test run in the canoe. Fully geared up in his swimsuit—pants, top, and cap—it was hilarious to watch him crouch in the kayak, huffing and puffing until he started to puff up like the frog in the fable.
All trace of his original figure was speedily lost, and shouts of laughter greeted his comical appearance. Even his mother could not resist a smile, although the dress was her invention.
All trace of his original figure quickly vanished, and laughter erupted at his funny appearance. Even his mother couldn't help but smile, even though the outfit was her creation.
I got the other boat out, that my wife might see we were ready to go to his assistance the moment it became necessary.
I launched the other boat so my wife could see that we were ready to help him as soon as it was needed.
The cajack was launched from a convenient shelving point, and floated lightly on the sea-green ocean mirror. Fritz with his paddles then began to practice all manner of evolutions: darting along with arrowy swiftness, wheeling to the right, then to the left; and at last, flinging himself quite on his side, while his mother uttered a shriek of terror, he showed that the tiny craft would neither capsize nor sink. Then, recovering his balance, he sped securely on his further way.
The kayak was launched from a convenient spot on the shore and floated gently on the sea-green ocean. Fritz then started practicing all sorts of moves with his paddles: speeding along with swift precision, turning right, then left; and finally, tipping himself completely on his side, while his mother gasped in fear, he demonstrated that the small craft would neither tip over nor sink. After regaining his balance, he continued on his way confidently.
This being more than I had bargained for, I lost no time in giving chase in the boat, with Ernest and Jack; my wife urging us to greater speed, and declaring that some accident could not fail to happen to "that horrid soap-bubble."
This was more than I expected, so I quickly jumped in the boat with Ernest and Jack; my wife pushing us to go faster and insisting that something bad was bound to happen to "that awful soap bubble."
We soon arrived outside the bay, at the rocks where formerly lay the wreck, and gazed in all directions for signs of the runaway.
We quickly reached the bay, at the rocks where the wreck used to be, and looked around in every direction for any signs of the runaway.
After a time we saw, at a considerable distance, a faint puff of smoke, followed by the crack of a pistol. Upon this we fired a signal shot, which was presently answered by another, and, steering in the direction of the sound, we soon heard the boy's cheery halloo; the cajack darted from behind a point of land, and we quickly joined company.
After a while, we noticed a faint puff of smoke in the distance, followed by the crack of a pistol. We fired a signal shot in response, which was soon answered with another. Steering towards the sound, we quickly heard the boy's cheerful shout. The boat rushed out from behind a point of land, and we quickly reunited.
"Come to this rocky beach," cried Fritz, "I have something to show you."
"Come to this rocky beach," shouted Fritz, "I have something to show you."
With blank amazement we beheld a fine, well-grown young walrus, harpooned and quite dead.
With blank astonishment, we looked at a large, healthy young walrus, harpooned and completely dead.
"Did you kill this creature, my dear Fritz?" I exclaimed, looking round in some anxiety, and half expecting to see a naked savage come to claim the prize.
"Did you kill this creature, my dear Fritz?" I said, glancing around with some worry and half expecting to see a naked savage come to claim the prize.
"To be sure, father! don't you see my harpoon? Why do you doubt it?"
"Of course, Dad! Don't you see my harpoon? Why don't you believe me?"
"Well, I scarcely know," replied I, laughing; "but success so speedy, so unexpected, and so appropriate, to an amateur Greenlander, took me by surprise. I congratulate you, my boy! But I must tell you that you have alarmed us by making this long trip. You should not have gone out of the bay. I left your mother in grievous trouble."
"Well, I hardly know," I replied, laughing; "but such quick, unexpected, and fitting success for a novice Greenlander totally took me by surprise. Congratulations, my boy! But I have to say, you worried us by making this long trip. You shouldn't have gone out of the bay. I left your mother in serious trouble."
"Indeed, father, I had no idea of passing out of sight, but once in the current, I was carried along, and could not help myself. Then I came on a herd of walruses, and I did so long to make a prize of one that I forgot everything else, and made chase after them when beyond the influence of the current, until I got near enough to harpoon this fine fellow. He swam more slowly, and I struck him a second time; then he sought refuge among these rocks, and expired. I landed, and scrambled to where he lay, but I took care to give him the contents of my pistol before going close up, having a salutary recollection of the big serpent's parting fling at you, Jack."
"Honestly, Dad, I had no intention of disappearing, but once I got into the current, I was swept away and couldn’t control it. Then I stumbled upon a group of walruses, and I just had to catch one that I forgot about everything else and chased after them once I was out of the current’s pull, until I got close enough to harpoon this big guy. He swam slower, and I hit him again; then he went to hide among the rocks and died. I got to shore and rushed over to where he was, but I made sure to shoot him with my pistol before getting too close, remembering well how the big snake tried to strike you last time, Jack."
"You ran a very great risk," said I. "The walrus is an inoffensive creature; but when attacked and wounded, it often becomes furious, and, turning upon its pursuer, can destroy, with its long tusks, a strongly built whale boat. However, thank God for your safety! I value that above a thousand such creatures. Now, what's to be done with him? He must be quite fourteen feet long, although not full grown."
"You took a huge risk," I said. "The walrus is generally harmless, but when it's attacked and hurt, it can get really angry and, if it turns on its attacker, it can destroy a sturdy whaleboat with its long tusks. But thank God you're safe! I value your safety more than a thousand of those creatures. Now, what should we do with him? He’s gotta be about fourteen feet long, even though he’s not fully grown."
"I am very glad you followed me, father," said Fritz; "but our united strength will not remove this prodigious weight from among these rocks; only do let me carry away the head, with these grand, snow-white tusks! I should so like to fasten it on the prow of the cajack, and name it the Sea-horse."
"I’m really glad you came with me, Dad," Fritz said. "But our combined strength won't get this huge weight out from between these rocks; just let me take the head with those big, white tusks! I’d love to attach it to the front of the boat and call it the Sea-horse."
"We must certainly carry away the beautiful ivory tusks," said I; "but make haste; the air feels so excessively close and sultry, I think a storm is brewing."
"We definitely need to take the beautiful ivory tusks," I said; "but hurry up; the air feels really heavy and humid, I think a storm is coming."
"But the head! the head! we must have the whole head," cried Jack; "just think how splendid it will look on the cajack!"
"But the head! The head! We need to have the whole head," shouted Jack; "just imagine how amazing it will look on the cajack!"
"And how splendid it will smell too, when it begins to putrify," added Ernest; "what a treat for the steersman?"
"And how amazing it will smell too when it starts to rot," added Ernest; "what a delight for the steersman?"
"Oh, we will prepare for that," said Fritz; "it shall be soaked and cleaned, and dried until it is as hard as a wooden model; it shall not offend your delicate nose in the least, Ernest!"
"Oh, we’ll get ready for that," said Fritz; "it will be soaked and cleaned, and dried until it’s as hard as a wooden model; it won’t offend your sensitive nose at all, Ernest!"
"I supposed the walrus to be an animal peculiar to the Arctic regions," remarked Ernest.
"I thought the walrus was an animal unique to the Arctic regions," remarked Ernest.
"And so it is," I replied; "though they may occasionally be seen elsewhere; these may have wandered from the Antarctic seas. I know that on the eastern coast of Africa is found a smaller species of walrus called the dugong; it has long incisor teeth, but not tusks; and certainly resembles a seal, rather than a walrus."
"And so it is," I replied; "although they can sometimes be found in other places, these might have drifted from the Antarctic seas. I know that on the eastern coast of Africa, there's a smaller species of walrus called the dugong; it has long incisor teeth but no tusks, and definitely looks more like a seal than a walrus."
While thus speaking, we were actively engaged in the decapitation of the walrus, and in cutting off long strips of its skin. This took some time, as we had not the proper implements, and Fritz remarked that in future the cajack must be provided with a hunting-knife and a hatchet; adding that he should like to have a small compass in a box, with a glass top, fixed in front of the hole where the steersman sits. I saw the necessity of this, and I promised it should be done.
While we talked, we were busy cutting off the walrus's head and slicing long strips of its skin. This took a while since we didn’t have the right tools, and Fritz pointed out that we needed to equip the cajack with a hunting knife and a hatchet in the future. He also mentioned wanting a small compass in a box with a glass top that could be mounted in front of where the steersman sits. I recognized the importance of this and promised to make it happen.
Our work being accomplished, we were ready to go, and I proposed to take Fritz and the canoe on board our boat, so that we might all arrive together; but I yielded to his earnest wish to return alone as he came; he longed to act as our avant-courier, and announce our approach to his mother; so he was soon skimming away over the surface of the water, while we followed at a slower rate.
Our work done, we were all set to leave, and I suggested taking Fritz and the canoe onto our boat so we could all arrive together; but I gave in to his strong desire to go back alone as he came. He wanted to be our advance scout and let his mother know we were coming, so he was soon zipping across the water while we followed at a slower pace.
Black clouds meanwhile gathered thick and fast around us, and a tremendous storm came on. Fritz was out of sight, and beyond our reach.
Black clouds quickly gathered around us, and a huge storm rolled in. Fritz was out of sight and beyond our reach.
We buckled on the swimming belts and firmly lashed ourselves to the boat, so that we might not be washed overboard by the towering seas which broke over it.
We strapped on the life jackets and secured ourselves to the boat, so we wouldn't be thrown overboard by the huge waves crashing over it.
The horizon was shrouded in darkness, fearful gusts of wind lashed the ocean into foam, rain descended in torrents, while livid lightning glared athwart the gloom. Both my boys faced the danger nobly; and my feelings of alarm were mingled with hope on finding how well the boat behaved.
The horizon was covered in darkness, strong gusts of wind whipped the ocean into foam, rain poured down in torrents, and bright lightning flashed across the gloom. Both my boys faced the danger bravely; and my feelings of fear were mixed with hope as I saw how well the boat handled it.
The tempest swept on its way, and the sky began to clear as suddenly as it had been overcast; yet the stormy waves continued for a long time to threaten our frail bark with destruction, in spite of its buoyancy and steadiness.
The storm moved along, and the sky started to clear just as suddenly as it had become cloudy; still, the rough waves kept threatening our fragile boat with destruction, despite its ability to stay afloat and stable.
At last we rounded the point, and once more entering Safety Bay, quickly drew near the little harbor.
At last we rounded the point, and once we entered Safety Bay again, we quickly approached the small harbor.
What was our surprise—our overwhelming delight—when there we saw the mother with Fritz, as well as her little boy, on their knees in prayer so earnest for our deliverance, that our approach was unperceived, until with cries of joy we attracted their notice. Then indeed ensued a happy meeting, and we gave thanks together for the mercy which had spared our lives.
What a surprise—and what overwhelming joy—we felt when we saw the mother with Fritz and her little boy, all kneeling in earnest prayer for our safety. They didn't notice us until we cried out in happiness. Then, a truly joyful reunion took place, and we thanked each other for the mercy that had saved our lives.
Returning joyfully to Rockburg, we changed our drenched garments for warm, dry clothes; and, seated at a comfortable meal, considered and described at our ease the perils of the storm.
Returning joyfully to Rockburg, we swapped our soaked clothes for warm, dry ones; and, sitting down to a nice meal, we relaxed and talked about the dangers of the storm.
Afterward, the head of the walrus was conveyed to our workshop; where it underwent such a skillful and thorough process of cleaning, embalming, and drying, that ere long it was actually fixed on the prow of the cajack, and a most imposing appearance it presented!
Afterward, the head of the walrus was brought to our workshop, where it went through a skilled and thorough process of cleaning, embalming, and drying. Before long, it was actually mounted on the front of the cajack, and it looked really impressive!
The strips of hide, when well tanned and prepared, made valuable leather.
The strips of hide, when properly tanned and processed, created valuable leather.
Much damage had been done by the late storm. The heavy rain had flooded all the streams, and injured crops which should have been housed before the regular rainy season.
Much damage had been caused by the recent storm. The heavy rain had flooded all the streams and damaged crops that should have been stored away before the typical rainy season.
The bridge over Jackal River was partly broken down, and the water tanks and pipes all needed repair. So our time was much occupied in restoring things to order.
The bridge over Jackal River was partially damaged, and the water tanks and pipes all required fixing. So we spent a lot of time getting everything back to normal.
On going to work one day, near the cascade, we found a great number of dark red berries scattered on the ground; they were about the size of ordinary hazel nuts, with small leafy coronets at the tip.
On our way to work one day, near the waterfall, we came across a lot of dark red berries spread out on the ground; they were about the size of regular hazelnuts, with small leafy crowns at the tip.
The boys thought them so inviting, that they tasted them at once, but angry exclamations and much spitting and spluttering followed the experiment; even Knips rejected them, and they would have been cast aside with contempt, had not the smell induced me to examine them. I decided that this was the fruit of the clove.
The boys found them so tempting that they tried them immediately, but loud protests and a lot of spitting and coughing came after the attempt; even Knips turned them down, and they would have been thrown away with disgust if the smell hadn’t made me take a closer look. I concluded that this was clove fruit.
Some plants were immediately set in the nursery garden, and my wife was pleased to have this excellent spice wherewith to flavor her boiled rice and other dishes, in lieu of pepper—a very welcome variety to everyone.
Some plants were quickly planted in the nursery garden, and my wife was happy to have this great spice to add flavor to her boiled rice and other dishes instead of pepper—an enjoyable change for everyone.
Having a good supply of clay, brought from the bed near Falconhurst, I proposed to use it for making aqueducts; and, observing how much the recent rain had promoted the growth of our young corn, I determined to irrigate the fields with the drainage from our crushing mill.
Having a good supply of clay, brought from the area near Falconhurst, I suggested using it to make aqueducts; and, noticing how much the recent rain had helped our young corn grow, I decided to irrigate the fields with the runoff from our crushing mill.
The fishing season was again successful. Large takes of salmon, sturgeon, and herring rewarded our annual exertions, and our storeroom again assumed a well-stocked appearance. Much as I wished that we could obtain a constant supply of these fish fresh, I was obliged to reject the naïve proposal from Jack, that we should tether a shoal of salmon by the gills to the bottom of the bay as we had secured the turtles.
The fishing season was once again a success. Big catches of salmon, sturgeon, and herring rewarded our yearly efforts, and our storeroom looked well-stocked again. As much as I wanted us to have a steady supply of fresh fish, I had to turn down Jack's idea of tethering a bunch of salmon by their gills to the bottom of the bay like we did with the turtles.
Many quiet uneventful days passed by, and I perceived that the boys, wearied by the routine of farm work at Rockburg, were longing for a cruise in the yacht or an expedition into the woods, which would refresh both mind and body.
Many quiet, uneventful days went by, and I noticed that the boys, tired of the routine of farm work at Rockburg, were eager for a yacht trip or an adventure in the woods, which would revitalize both their minds and bodies.
"Father," said Fritz at length, "we want a quantity of hurdles, and have scarcely any more bamboos of which to make them. Had we not better get a supply from Woodlands? And you said, too, the other day, that you wished you had some more of the fine clay: we might visit the Gap at the same time."
"Father," Fritz said after a while, "we need a lot of hurdles, and we hardly have any bamboos left to make them. Shouldn't we get some from Woodlands? Also, the other day you mentioned wanting more of that fine clay: we could check out the Gap at the same time."
I had really no objection to propose; and it was shortly afterward settled that Fritz, Jack, and Franz should start together; and that Ernest, who had no great desire to accompany his brothers, should remain with his mother and me, and assist in the construction of a sugar mill, the erection of which I had long contemplated.
I didn’t have any objections to suggest, and it was soon decided that Fritz, Jack, and Franz would set out together; while Ernest, who wasn’t very eager to join his brothers, would stay with his mom and me to help build a sugar mill, something I had been planning for a while.
"And what may pemmican be?" she asked.
"And what is pemmican?" she asked.
"It is food carried by the fur-traders of North America on their long journeys through the wild country they traverse; and consists of bear or deer's flesh, first cooked and then pounded or ground to powder. It is very portable, and nourishing."
"It’s food carried by North America's fur traders on their long journeys through the wilderness they travel; it consists of bear or deer meat, which is first cooked and then pounded or ground into powder. It’s very portable and nutritious."
His mother consented "to humor him," as she said, although without much faith in the value of the preparation; and in the course of two days a stock of pemmican, sufficient for a Polar expedition, was fabricated by our enthusiastic son.
His mother agreed "to go along with him," as she put it, even though she didn’t really believe in the worth of the preparation; and over two days, a supply of pemmican, enough for a Polar expedition, was made by our eager son.
They were ready to start, when I observed Jack quietly slip a basket, containing several pigeons, under the packages in the cart.
They were ready to start when I saw Jack quietly put a basket with several pigeons under the packages in the cart.
"Oh, oh!" thought I, "the little fellow has his doubts about that pemmican, and thinks a tough old pigeon would be preferable."
"Oh, oh!" I thought, "the little guy isn’t sure about that pemmican and thinks a tough old pigeon would be better."
The weather was exquisite; and, with exhortations to prudence and caution from both me and their mother, the three lads started in the very highest spirits. Storm and Grumble, as usual, drew the cart, and were ridden by Fritz and Franz; while Hurry carried Jack swiftly across the bridge in advance of them; followed by Floss and Bruno, barking at his heels.
The weather was beautiful, and with warnings of caution from both me and their mother, the three boys set off in great spirits. Storm and Grumble, as usual, pulled the cart, with Fritz and Franz riding on it; meanwhile, Hurry quickly carried Jack across the bridge ahead of them, followed by Floss and Bruno, barking at his heels.
The sugar mill occupied us for several days, and was made so much like our other mills that I need not now describe it.
The sugar mill kept us busy for several days, and it was designed so similarly to our other mills that I don't need to describe it now.
On the evening of the first day, as we sat resting in the porch at Rockburg, we naturally talked of the absentees, wondering and guessing what they might be about.
On the evening of the first day, as we sat resting on the porch at Rockburg, we naturally talked about those who weren't there, wondering and guessing what they might be up to.
Ernest looked rather mysterious, and hinted that he might have news of them next morning.
Ernest seemed quite mysterious and suggested that he might have news about them the next morning.
Just then a bird alighted on the dovecot, and entered. I could not see, in the failing light, whether it was one of our own pigeons or an intruder. Ernest started up, and said he would see that all was right.
Just then a bird landed on the dovecot and went inside. I couldn't tell, in the dimming light, whether it was one of our pigeons or a stranger. Ernest got up and said he would make sure everything was okay.
"News, father! The very latest news by pigeon post, mother!"
"Hey, Dad! The newest news just came in by pigeon, Mom!"
"Well done, boys! what a capital idea!" said I, and taking the note I read:
"Great job, guys! What a fantastic idea!" I said, and taking the note I read:
"Dearest Parents and Ernest:
"Dear Parents and Ernest:"
"A brute of a hyena has killed a ram and two lambs. The dogs seized it. Franz shot it. It is dead and skinned. The pemmican isn't worth much, but we are all right. Love to all.
"A big hyena killed a ram and two lambs. The dogs caught it. Franz shot it. It's dead and skinned. The pemmican isn't worth much, but we’re doing okay. Love to everyone."
"Fritz.
Fritz.
"Woodlands, 15th instant."
"Woodlands, 15th of the month."
"A true hunter's letter!" laughed I; "but what exciting news. When does the next post come in, Ernest?"
"A true hunter's letter!" I laughed. "But what exciting news. When does the next mail arrive, Ernest?"
"To-night, I hope," said he, while his mother sighed, and doubted the value of such glimpses into the scenes of danger through which her sons were passing, declaring she would much rather wait and hear all about it when she had them safe home again.
"Tonight, I hope," he said, while his mother sighed and questioned the value of getting brief insights into the dangerous situations her sons were going through, saying she'd much rather wait and hear all about it when she had them safely home again.
Thus the winged letter-carriers kept us informed from day to day of the outline of adventures which were afterward more fully described.
Thus the winged mail carriers kept us updated every day on the outline of adventures that were later described in more detail.
On approaching the farm at Woodlands, the boys were startled by hearing, as they thought, human laughter, repeated again and again; while, to their astonishment, the oxen testified the great uneasiness, the dogs growled and drew close to their masters, and the ostrich fairly bolted with Jack into the rice swamp.
On arriving at the farm at Woodlands, the boys were shocked to hear what they thought was human laughter, echoing repeatedly. To their surprise, the oxen showed signs of great anxiety, the dogs growled and huddled close to their owners, and the ostrich took off with Jack into the rice swamp.
The laughter continued, and the beasts became unmanageable.
The laughter kept going, and the animals became uncontrollable.
"Something is very far wrong!" cried Fritz. "I cannot leave the animals; but while I unharness them, do you, Franz, take the dogs, and advance cautiously to see what is the matter."
"Something is seriously wrong!" shouted Fritz. "I can't leave the animals; but while I take the harness off, you, Franz, grab the dogs and move forward carefully to check what's going on."
Without a moment's hesitation, Franz made his way among the bushes with his gun, closely followed by the dogs; until, through an opening in the thicket, he could see, at a distance of about forty paces, an enormous hyena, in the most wonderful state of excitement; dancing round a lamb just killed, and uttering, from time to time, the ghastly hysterical laughter which had pealed through the forest.
Without a moment's hesitation, Franz moved through the bushes with his gun, closely followed by the dogs, until he spotted an enormous hyena about forty paces away. The hyena was in a wild state of excitement, dancing around a recently killed lamb and occasionally letting out the eerie, hysterical laughter that echoed through the forest.
The beast kept running backward and forward, rising on its hind legs, and then rapidly whirling round and round, nodding its head, and going through most frantic and ludicrous antics.
The beast kept running back and forth, standing on its hind legs, and then quickly spinning around, nodding its head, and performing some wild and silly movements.
Franz kept his presence of mind very well; for he watched till, calming down, the hyena began with horrid growls to tear its prey; and then, firing steadily both barrels, he broke its foreleg, and wounded it in the breast.
Franz stayed very composed; he watched until, finally calming down, the hyena started ripping apart its prey with terrible growls. Then, steadily aiming both barrels, he shot and broke its front leg, wounding it in the chest.
Meanwhile Fritz, having unyoked the oxen and secured them to trees, hurried to his brother's assistance. The dogs and the dying hyena were by this time engaged in mortal strife; but the latter, although it severely wounded both Floss and Bruno, speedily succumbed, and was dead when the boys reached the spot. They raised a shout of triumph, which guided Jack to the scene of action; and their first care was for the dogs, whose wounds they dressed before minutely examining the hyena. It was as large as a wild boar; long stiff bristles formed a mane on its neck, its color was gray marked with black, the teeth and jaws were of extraordinary strength, the thighs muscular and sinewy, the claws remarkably strong and sharp altogether. But for his wounds he would certainly have been more than a match for the dogs.
Meanwhile, Fritz, having unhitched the oxen and tied them to trees, rushed to help his brother. The dogs and the dying hyena were locked in a fierce struggle; although the hyena seriously injured both Floss and Bruno, it quickly gave in and was dead by the time the boys got there. They let out a cheer of victory, which guided Jack to where the action was happening; their first priority was the dogs, whose wounds they treated before closely examining the hyena. It was as big as a wild boar, with long stiff bristles forming a mane on its neck, gray with black markings, and its teeth and jaws were extraordinarily strong. Its thighs were muscular and sinewy, and its claws were impressively strong and sharp. Without its wounds, it would have definitely been more than a match for the dogs.
After unloading the cart at the farm, the boys returned for the carcass of the tiger-wolf, as it is sometimes called, and occupied themselves in skinning it during the remainder of the day, when, after dispatching the carrier-pigeon to Rockburg, they retired to rest on their bearskin rugs, to dream of adventures past and future.
After unloading the cart at the farm, the boys went back for the carcass of the tiger-wolf, as it’s sometimes called, and spent the rest of the day skinning it. Later, after sending the carrier pigeon to Rockburg, they settled down on their bearskin rugs to rest, dreaming of past and future adventures.
Fritz in the cajack, and the boys on shore, carefully examined the ground together; and when they found firm footing to the water's edge, the spot was indicated by planting a tall bamboo, bearing on high a bundle of reeds and branches.
Fritz in the kayak, and the guys on shore, carefully checked the ground together; and when they found solid footing at the water's edge, the location was marked by planting a tall bamboo, topped with a bundle of reeds and branches.
They succeeded in capturing three young black swans, after considerable resistance from the old ones. They were afterward brought to Rockburg, and detained as ornaments to Safety Bay.
They managed to catch three young black swans after facing significant resistance from the older swans. They were later taken to Rockburg and kept there as decorations for Safety Bay.
Presently a beautiful heron thrust his long neck from among the reeds, to ascertain what all the noise on the lake was about. Before he could satisfy his curiosity, Fritz unhooded his eagle, and though vainly he flapped and struggled, his legs and wings were gently but firmly bound, and he had to own himself vanquished, and submit to the inspection of his delighted captors.
Currently, a beautiful heron stretched its long neck out from the reeds to see what all the noise on the lake was about. Before it could satisfy its curiosity, Fritz unhooded his eagle, and even though it flapped and struggled in vain, its legs and wings were gently but firmly bound. It had to admit defeat and submit to the inspection of its delighted captors.
It was their turn to be alarmed next, for a large powerful animal came puffing, with a curious whistling sound, through the dense thicket of reeds, passing close by and sorely discomposing them by its sudden appearance. It was out of sight immediately, before they could summon the dogs, and from their description it must have been a tapir, the color dark brown, and in form resembling a young rhinoceros, but with no horn on the nose, and the upper lip prolonged into a trunk something like that of an elephant on a smaller scale. It is a gentle creature, but when attacked becomes a fierce opponent, and can wound dogs dangerously with its powerful teeth.
It was their turn to be alarmed next, as a large, powerful animal came puffing through the thick tangle of reeds, making a curious whistling sound that startled them with its sudden appearance. It was gone in an instant, before they could call the dogs, and from their description, it must have been a tapir—dark brown in color, and shaped like a young rhinoceros, but without a horn on its nose, and with an upper lip that extended into a trunk somewhat like that of a smaller elephant. It’s a gentle creature, but when threatened, it can become a fierce opponent and can seriously injure dogs with its strong teeth.
The tapir can swim and dive with perfect ease, and abounds in the densely wooded swamps and rivers of tropical America.
The tapir can swim and dive effortlessly and is plentiful in the thick, wooded swamps and rivers of tropical America.
Fritz in his cajack followed for a time the direction in which the tapir proceeded, but saw no more of it.
Fritz in his jacket followed for a while the path that the tapir took, but he didn't see it again.
Meanwhile the other two boys returned to the farm by the rice fields, and there fell in with a flock of cranes, five or six of which they caught alive, among them two demoiselles or Numidian cranes. These birds they shot at with arrows arranged in a skillful and original way, with loops of cord dipped in birdlime attached to them, so that it often happened that the bird aimed at was entangled and brought down uninjured.
Meanwhile, the other two boys returned to the farm by the rice fields and came across a flock of cranes. They managed to catch five or six of them alive, including two demoiselles, or Numidian cranes. They shot at the birds with arrows innovatively designed, featuring loops of cord coated in birdlime. This often resulted in the targeted bird getting tangled and brought down unharmed.
The young hunters seemed to have lived very comfortably on peccary ham, cassava bread and fruit, and plenty of baked potatoes and milk.
The young hunters appeared to have lived quite well on peccary ham, cassava bread, fruit, and a lot of baked potatoes and milk.
One trial of the pemmican was sufficient, and it was handed over to the dogs. Fritz, however, determined again to attempt the manufacture, knowing its value when properly prepared.
One trial of the pemmican was enough, and it was given to the dogs. Fritz, however, decided to try making it again, recognizing its worth when made properly.
After collecting a supply of rice and cotton, they took their way to Prospect Hill; "and," said Fritz, as he afterward vividly described the dreadful scene there enacted, "when we entered the pine wood, we found it in possession of troops of monkeys, who resolved to make our passage through it as disagreeable as possible, for they howled and chattered at us like demons, pelting us as hard as they could with pine cones.
After gathering some rice and cotton, they headed to Prospect Hill; "and," Fritz later recounted the terrible scene that unfolded there, "when we entered the pine forest, we found it overrun by troops of monkeys, who were determined to make our journey through as unpleasant as possible. They howled and chattered at us like demons, pelting us with pine cones as hard as they could."
"They became so unbearable, that at last we fired a few shot right and left among them; several bit the dust, the rest fled, and we continued our way in peace to Prospect Hill, but only to discover the havoc the wretches had made there.
"They became so unbearable that we finally fired a few shots in their direction; several went down, the rest ran away, and we continued on our way peacefully to Prospect Hill, only to discover the destruction the scoundrels had caused there."
"Would you believe it, father? The pleasant cottage had been overrun and ruined by apes just as Woodland last summer! The most dreadful dirt and disorder met our eyes wherever we turned, and we had hard work to make the place fit for human habitation; and even then we preferred the tent. I felt quite at loss how to guard the farm for the future; but seeing a bottle of the poisonous gum of the euphorbia in the tool chest, I devised a plan for the destruction of the apes which succeeded beyond my expectations.
"Can you believe it, Dad? The lovely cottage got taken over and wrecked by apes just like Woodland did last summer! The most terrible mess and chaos hit us as soon as we arrived, and we struggled to make the place livable; even then, we chose to sleep in the tent. I was really unsure how to protect the farm going forward; but when I found a bottle of the toxic sap from the euphorbia in the tool chest, I came up with a plan to get rid of the apes that worked even better than I expected."
"I mixed poison with milk, bruised millet, and anything I thought the monkeys would eat, and put it in cocoanut shells, which I hung about in the trees, high enough to be out of reach of our own animals. The evening was calm and lovely; the sea murmured in the distance, and the rising moon shed a beauty over the landscape which we seemed never before to have so admired and enjoyed. The summer night closed around us in all its solemn stillness, and our deepest feelings were touched; when suddenly the spell was broken by an outburst of the most hideous and discordant noises. As by one consent, every beast of the forest seemed to arise from its den, and utter its wild nocturnal cry. Snorting, snarling, and shrieking filled the wood beneath us.
"I mixed poison with milk, crushed millet, and anything I thought the monkeys would eat, and put it in coconut shells, which I hung in the trees, high enough to be out of reach of our own animals. The evening was calm and beautiful; the sea whispered in the distance, and the rising moon cast a lovely glow over the landscape that we seemed to have never admired and enjoyed so much. The summer night wrapped around us in all its solemn stillness, and our deepest feelings were stirred; when suddenly the tranquility was shattered by an eruption of the most disturbing and jarring noises. It was as if, all at once, every creature in the forest woke from its den and let out its wild nighttime cries. Snorting, snarling, and shrieking filled the woods beneath us."
"From the hills echoed the mournful howl of the jackals, answered by Fangs in the yard, who was backed up by the barking and yelping of his friends Floss and Bruno. Far away beyond the rocky fastnesses of the Gap, sounded unearthly, hollow snortings and neighings, reminding one of the strange cry of the hippopotamus; above these, occasional deep majestic roaring made our hearts quail with the conviction that we heard the voices of lions and elephants.
"From the hills came the sad howls of the jackals, responded to by Fangs in the yard, joined by the barking and yipping of his friends Floss and Bruno. Far away, beyond the rocky formations of the Gap, we could hear eerie, hollow snorts and neighs, reminiscent of the odd call of a hippopotamus; over these sounds, occasional deep, powerful roars made us shiver with the certainty that we were hearing the voices of lions and elephants."
"Overawed and silent, we retired to rest, hoping to forget in sleep the terrors of the midnight forest, but ere long the most fearful cries in the adjoining woods gave notice that the apes were beginning to suffer from the poisoned repast prepared for them.
"Awestruck and quiet, we went to sleep, hoping to forget the horrors of the midnight forest in our dreams, but soon the most terrifying screams from the nearby woods alerted us that the apes were starting to feel the effects of the poisoned food prepared for them."
"As our dogs could not remain silent amid the uproar and din, we had not a wink of sleep until the morning. It was late, therefore, when we rose, and looked on the awful spectacle presented by the multitude of dead monkeys and baboons thickly strewn under the trees round the farm. I shall not tell you how many there were. I can only say, I wished I had not found the poison, and we made all haste to clear away the dead bodies, and the dangerous food, burying some deep in the earth, and, carrying the rest to the shore, we pitched them over the rocks into the sea. That day we traveled on to the Gap."
"As our dogs couldn't stay quiet amid the noise and chaos, we didn't get a moment of sleep until morning. So, it was late when we finally got up and saw the horrifying scene of dead monkeys and baboons scattered under the trees around the farm. I won't say how many there were; all I can say is that I wished I had never found the poison. We hurried to get rid of the dead bodies and the dangerous food, burying some deep in the ground and taking the rest to the shore, where we threw them over the rocks into the sea. That day, we continued on to the Gap."
"The barricade at the Gap broken down. Everything laid waste as far as the sugar-brake, where the hut is knocked to pieces, and the fields trampled over by huge footmarks. Come to us, father—we are safe, but feel we are no match for this unknown danger."
"The barricade at the Gap is broken down. Everything is ruined as far as the sugar-brake, where the hut is destroyed, and the fields are trampled by huge footprints. Come to us, father—we are safe, but we feel we're no match for this unknown danger."
I lost not an instant, but saddled Swift, late as it was, in order to ride to the assistance of our boys, desiring Ernest to prepare the small cart, and follow me with his mother at daybreak, bringing everything we should require for camping out for some days.
I wasted no time, but got on Swift, even though it was late, to ride to help the guys. I told Ernest to get the small cart ready and to follow me with his mom at dawn, bringing everything we would need for camping out for a few days.
The bright moonlight favored my journey, and my arrival at the Gap surprised and delighted the boys, who did not expect me till the next day. Early on the following morning I inspected the footprints and ravages of the great unknown. The cane brake had, without doubt, been visited by an elephant. That great animal alone could have left such traces and committed such fearful ravages. Thick posts in the barricade were snapped across like reeds; the trees in the vicinity, where we planned to build a cool summer-house, were stripped of leaves and branches to a great height, but the worst mischief was done among the young sugar-cane plants, which were all either devoured or trampled down and destroyed.
The bright moonlight helped me on my journey, and when I arrived at the Gap, the boys were surprised and thrilled, as they didn't expect me until the next day. Early the next morning, I checked out the footprints and damage from the great unknown. The cane brake had definitely been visited by an elephant. Only that massive creature could have left such marks and caused such terrible destruction. Thick posts in the barricade were broken like twigs; the trees nearby, where we had planned to build a cool summer house, were stripped of leaves and branches up high, but the worst damage was done to the young sugar-cane plants, which were either eaten or trampled and ruined.
It seemed to me that not one elephant, but a troop must have invaded our grounds. The tracks were very numerous, and the footprints of various sizes; but, to my satisfaction, I saw that they could be traced not only from the Gap, but back to it in evidently equal numbers.
It looked to me like not just one elephant, but a whole herd had invaded our grounds. The tracks were everywhere, and the footprints came in different sizes; but, to my relief, I noticed that they could be traced not just away from the Gap, but back to it in clearly equal numbers.
We did not, therefore, suppose that the mighty animals remained hidden in the woods of our territory; but concluded that, after this freebooting incursion, they had withdrawn to their native wilds, where, by greatly increasing the strength of our ramparts, we hoped henceforth to oblige them to remain.
We didn’t think that the mighty animals stayed hidden in the woods of our land; instead, we figured that after this raiding expedition, they had retreated to their natural habitats, where, by significantly strengthening our defenses, we hoped to keep them away for good.
In what manner to effect this we laid many plans, during the night of my arrival, when, sitting by an enormous watch-fire, I chatted with my boys, and heard details of their numerous adventures, so interesting for them to relate, and for me to hear, that every one was more disposed to act sentinel than retire to sleep.
In what way to accomplish this, we came up with several plans, during the night I arrived. While sitting by a huge campfire, I talked with my guys and listened to stories about their many adventures. They found it fascinating to share, and I enjoyed hearing them so much that everyone was more willing to keep watch than to go to sleep.
The mother and Ernest arrived next day, and she rejoiced to find all well, making light of trodden fields and trampled sugar-canes, since her sons were sound in life and limb.
The mother and Ernest arrived the next day, and she was happy to see everything was okay, brushing off the damaged fields and trampled sugarcane, since her sons were safe and healthy.
A systematic scheme of defense was now elaborated, and the erection of the barricade occupied us for at least a month, as it was to be a firm and durable building, proof against all invasion. As our little tent was unsuited to a long residence of this sort, I adopted Fritz's idea of a Kamschatchan dwelling, and, to his great delight, forthwith carried it out.
A detailed defense plan was created, and building the barricade took us at least a month, as it needed to be a strong and lasting structure, resistant to any attacks. Since our small tent wasn't suitable for a long-term stay like this, I decided to go with Fritz's idea of a Kamschatchan style home, and, much to his excitement, I immediately put it into action.
Instead of planting four posts, on which to place a platform, we chose four trees of equal size, which, in a very suitable place, grew exactly in a square, twelve or fourteen feet apart. Between these, at about twenty feet from the ground, we laid a flooring of beams and bamboo, smoothly and strongly planked. From this rose, on all four sides, walls of cane; the frame of the roof was covered so effectually by large pieces of bark that no rain could penetrate.
Instead of putting up four posts to build a platform, we selected four trees of equal size that conveniently grew in a square, about twelve or fourteen feet apart. Between these, around twenty feet off the ground, we laid down a solid flooring made of beams and bamboo, which was smooth and sturdy. From this, we built walls of cane on all four sides; the roof frame was so thoroughly covered with large pieces of bark that no rain could get through.
The staircase to this tree-cottage was simply a board plank with bars nailed across it for steps. The flooring projected like a balcony in front of the entrance door, and underneath, on the ground, we fitted up sheds for cattle and fowls.
The staircase to this treehouse was just a wooden plank with bars nailed across it for steps. The floor extended like a balcony in front of the entrance door, and underneath, on the ground, we set up shelters for cattle and chickens.
Various ornaments in Chinese or Japanese style were added to the roof and eaves, and a most convenient, cool, and picturesque cottage, overhung and adorned by the graceful foliage of the trees, was the result of our ingenuity.
Various ornaments in Chinese or Japanese style were added to the roof and eaves, resulting in a very convenient, cool, and charming cottage, shaded and beautified by the elegant foliage of the trees, thanks to our creativity.
Constantly roaming through the woods, the children often made new discoveries.
Constantly exploring the woods, the kids often made new discoveries.
Fritz brought one day, after an excursion to the opposite side of the stream beyond the Gap, a cluster of bananas, and also of cacao beans, from which chocolate is made.
Fritz came back one day after a trip to the other side of the stream beyond the Gap with a bunch of bananas and some cacao beans, which are used to make chocolate.
The banana, although valuable and nourishing food for the natives of the tropical countries where it grows, is not generally liked by Europeans, and probably this variety was even inferior to many others, for we found the fruit much like rotten pears, and almost uneatable.
The banana, while a valuable and nutritious food for the locals in the tropical countries where it grows, is generally not favored by Europeans, and it's likely that this variety was even worse than many others, as we found the fruit to be similar to rotten pears and nearly inedible.
The cacao seeds tasted exceedingly bitter, and it seemed wonderful that by preparation they should produce anything so delicious as chocolate.
The cacao seeds were really bitter, and it was amazing that with some preparation they could turn into something as tasty as chocolate.
My wife, who now fancied no manufacture beyond my skill, begged for plants, seeds, or cuttings to propagate in her nursery garden, already fancying herself in the enjoyment of chocolate for breakfast, and I promised to make a cacao plantation near home.
My wife, who now wanted nothing other than what I could provide, asked for plants, seeds, or cuttings to grow in her nursery garden, already imagining herself enjoying chocolate for breakfast. I promised to create a cacao plantation nearby.
"Let me have bananas also," said she, "for we may acquire a taste for that celebrated fruit, and, at all events, I am sure I can make it into an excellent preserve."
"Can I have some bananas too?" she said. "We might develop a taste for that famous fruit, and anyway, I’m sure I can turn it into a great preserve."
The day before our return to Rockburg, Fritz went again to the inland region beyond the river to obtain a large supply of young banana plants, and the cacao fruit. He took the cajack, and a bundle of reeds to float behind him as a raft to carry the fruit, plants, and anything else he might wish to bring back.
The day before we headed back to Rockburg, Fritz went once more to the inland area beyond the river to gather a big supply of young banana plants and cacao fruit. He took the cajack and a bundle of reeds to float behind him as a raft for carrying the fruit, plants, and anything else he might want to bring back.
On the evening he made his appearance, coming swiftly down stream. His brothers rushed to meet him, each eager to see and help to land his cargo.
On the evening he showed up, coming quickly downstream, his brothers hurried to greet him, each excited to see and help unload his cargo.
Ernest and Fritz were quickly running up the bank, with arms full of plants, branches, and fruits, when Fritz handed to Jack a dripping wet bag which he had brought along partly under water. A curious pattering noise proceeded from this bag, but they kept the contents a secret for the present, Jack running with it behind a bush before peeping in, and I could just hear him exclaim:
Ernest and Fritz were quickly running up the bank, their arms full of plants, branches, and fruits, when Fritz handed Jack a soaking wet bag that he had brought along partly submerged. A strange pattering noise came from the bag, but they kept its contents a secret for now, with Jack running behind a bush before peeking in, and I could just hear him exclaim:
"Hullo! I say, what monsters they are. It's enough to make a fellow's flesh creep to look at them!"
"Helloo! I mean, what monsters they are. It's enough to make anyone's skin crawl just to look at them!"
With that he hastily shut up the bag, and put it away safely out of sight in water.
With that, he quickly closed the bag and stored it away safely out of sight in water.
Securing the cajack, Fritz sprang toward us, his handsome face radiant with pleasure, as he exhibited a beautiful waterfowl.
Securing the duck, Fritz jumped toward us, his attractive face glowing with joy as he showed off a stunning waterbird.
Its plumage was rich purple, changing on the back to dark green; the legs, feet, and a mark above the bill, bright red. This lovely bird I concluded to be the sultan cock described by Buffon, and as it was gentle, we gladly received it among our domestic pets.
Its feathers were a deep purple, shifting to dark green on the back; the legs, feet, and a spot above the beak were bright red. I decided this beautiful bird was the sultan cock described by Buffon, and since it was friendly, we happily welcomed it into our household pets.
Fritz gave a stirring account of his exploring trip, having made his way far up the river, between fertile plains and majestic forests of lofty trees, where the cries of vast numbers of birds, parrots, peacocks, guinea fowls, and hundreds unknown to him, quite bewildered, and made him feel giddy.
Fritz shared an exciting story about his exploration trip, where he traveled far up the river, surrounded by lush plains and towering forests filled with tall trees. The sounds of countless birds – parrots, peacocks, guinea fowls, and hundreds he didn’t recognize – completely overwhelmed him and made him feel dizzy.
"It was in the Buffalo Swamp," continued he, "that I saw the splendid birds you call sultan cocks, and I set my heart on catching one alive, which, as they seemed to have little fear of my approach, I managed by means of a wire snare. Farther on I saw a grove of mimosa trees, among which huge dark masses were moving in a deliberate way. Guess what they were!"
"It was in the Buffalo Swamp," he continued, "that I saw the amazing birds you call sultan cocks, and I was determined to catch one alive. Since they didn’t seem too afraid of me, I was able to catch one using a wire snare. Further along, I saw a grove of mimosa trees, where large dark shapes were moving slowly. Can you guess what they were?"
"Savages?" asked Franz timidly.
"Barbarians?" asked Franz timidly.
"Black bears, I bet!" cried Jack.
"Black bears, I’m sure!" shouted Jack.
"Your words suggest to my mind the manner and appearance of elephants," said Ernest.
"Your words remind me of the way elephants look and act," said Ernest.
"Right you are, Professor!" exclaimed Fritz gaily, the words producing quite a sensation on the whole attentive family. "From fifteen to twenty elephants were feeding peacefully on the leafy boughs, tearing down branches with their trunks and shoving them into their mouths with one jerk, or bathing in the deep waters of the marsh for refreshment in the great heat. You cannot imagine the wild grandeur of the scene! The river being very broad, I felt safe from wild animals, and more than once saw splendid jaguars crouched on the banks, their glossy skin glancing in the sunlight.
"You're right, Professor!" Fritz exclaimed cheerfully, and his words created quite a stir among the attentive family. "There were about fifteen to twenty elephants peacefully munching on the leafy branches, ripping them down with their trunks and shoving them into their mouths in one quick motion, or bathing in the deep waters of the marsh to cool off in the intense heat. You can't imagine how wild and majestic the scene was! The river was very wide, so I felt safe from wild animals, and more than once I spotted magnificent jaguars crouched on the banks, their glossy coats shining in the sunlight.
"While considering if it would be simply foolhardy to try a shot at one of these creatures, I was suddenly convinced that discretion is the better part of valor, and urging my canoe into the center current, made a rapid retreat down the river. For just before me, in the calm deep water of a sheltered bay where I was quietly floating, there arose a violent boiling, bubbling commotion, and for an instant I thought a hot spring was going to burst forth—instead of that, uprose the hideous head and gaping jaws of a hippopotamus, who, with a hoarse, terrific snort, seemed about to attack me. I can tell you I did not wait to see the rest of him! a glimpse of his enormous mouth and its array of white gleaming tusks was quite enough. 'Right about face!' said I to myself, and shot down the stream like an arrow, never pausing till a bend in the river brought me within sight of the Gap, where I once more felt safe, and joyfully made my way back to you all."
"While I was debating whether it would be reckless to take a shot at one of these creatures, I suddenly realized that staying safe is smarter than being brave. So, I paddled my canoe into the main current and quickly retreated down the river. Right in front of me, in the calm, deep waters of a sheltered bay where I was gently floating, a violent boiling and bubbling commotion erupted. For a moment, I thought a hot spring was about to erupt—only it turned out to be the ugly head and wide-open jaws of a hippopotamus, who snorted loudly as if ready to attack me. Let me tell you, I didn’t stick around to see the rest of him! Just one look at his massive mouth and his gleaming white tusks was more than enough. 'Right about face!' I told myself, and I shot down the stream like an arrow, not stopping until a bend in the river brought me in sight of the Gap, where I finally felt safe and happily made my way back to all of you."
This narrative was of thrilling interest to us, proving the existence of tribes of the most formidable animals beyond the rocky barrier which defended, in so providential a manner, the small and fertile territory on which our lot was cast.
This story was incredibly fascinating to us, showing that there were tribes of the most dangerous animals beyond the rocky barrier that protected, in such a fortunate way, the small and fertile land we found ourselves in.
During the absence of the adventurer we had been busily engaged in making preparations for our departure—and everything was packed up and ready by the morning after his return.
During the adventurer's absence, we had been hard at work getting ready to leave—and everything was packed and ready by the morning after he returned.
After some hesitation I yielded to his great wish, which was to return by sea in his cajack round Cape Disappointment, and so meet us at Rockburg.
After a bit of hesitation, I gave in to his strong desire, which was to sail back in his kayak around Cape Disappointment, and then meet us at Rockburg.
He was much interested in examining the outlines of the coast and the rugged precipices of the Cape. These were tenanted by vast flocks of sea fowl and birds of prey; while many varieties of shrubs and plants, hitherto unknown to us, grew in the clefts and crevices of the rocks, some of them diffusing a strong aromatic odor. Among the specimens he brought I recognized the caper plant, and, with still greater pleasure, a shrub which was, I felt sure, the tea-plant of China—it bore very pretty white flowers, and the leaves resembled myrtle.
He was really interested in checking out the outlines of the coast and the steep cliffs of the Cape. These were home to large flocks of seabirds and birds of prey, while many types of shrubs and plants, previously unknown to us, were growing in the cracks and crevices of the rocks, some of them giving off a strong aromatic scent. Among the samples he collected, I recognized the caper plant and, even more exciting, a shrub that I was sure was the tea plant from China—it had beautiful white flowers, and the leaves looked like myrtle.
Our land journey was effected without accident or adventure of any kind.
Our land journey went smoothly, without any accidents or adventures of any kind.
Jack, mounted as usual on Hurry, the ostrich, carried the mysterious wet bag very carefully slung at his side, and when near home started off at a prodigious rate in advance of us.
Jack, as always riding Hurry, the ostrich, carefully carried the mysterious wet bag slung at his side, and when he got close to home, he took off at an incredible speed ahead of us.
He let fall the drawbridge, and we saw no more of him until, on reaching Rockburg, he appeared leisurely returning from the swamp, where apparently he had gone to deposit his "moist secret," as Franz called it.
He lowered the drawbridge, and we didn't see him again until we arrived at Rockburg, where he casually returned from the swamp, where he seemed to have gone to drop off his "moist secret," as Franz put it.
We were all glad to take up our quarters once more in our large and convenient dwelling, and my first business was to provide for the great number of birds we now had on our hands, by establishing them in suitable localities, it being impossible to maintain them all in the poultry yard. Some were, therefore, taken to the islands; and the black swans, the heron, the graceful demoiselle cranes, and our latest acquisition, the splendid sultan cock, soon became perfectly at home in the swamp, greatly adding to the interest of the neighborhood of Safety Bay.
We were all happy to settle back into our spacious and convenient home, and my first task was to take care of the many birds we now had, by finding them appropriate places to live since it was impossible to keep them all in the poultry yard. So, some were taken to the islands; and the black swans, the heron, the elegant demoiselle cranes, and our newest addition, the magnificent sultan cock, quickly adapted to the swamp, adding a lot of interest to the area around Safety Bay.
The old bustards were the tamest of all our feathered pets, and never more so than at meal times. They were unfailing in their attendance when we dined or supped in the open air.
The old bustards were the tamest of all our feathered pets, and never more so than at meal times. They always showed up when we ate outdoors.
Toward evening, as we sat in the veranda listening to Fritz's account of his trip round the Cape, an extraordinary hollow, roaring noise sounded from the swamp not unlike the angry bellowing of a bull.
Toward evening, as we sat on the porch listening to Fritz's story about his trip around the Cape, an amazing hollow, roaring noise came from the swamp, sounding a lot like the furious bellowing of a bull.
"Come back, you silly boy!" cried his mother; "the child has not so much as a pistol, and is rushing off alone to face he knows not what!"
"Come back, you silly boy!" his mother shouted. "The kid doesn’t even have a gun and is running off alone to confront who knows what!"
"Perhaps," said I, looking at Fritz, "this is not a case requiring the use of firearms. It may be only the booming of a bittern which we hear."
"Maybe," I said, glancing at Fritz, "this isn't a situation that needs guns. It could just be the sound of a bittern we're hearing."
"You need not be uneasy, mother," said Fritz; "Jack knows what he is about; only this charming serenade took him by surprise, and I fancy he will have to exhibit his treasures before they reach perfection. Yes, here he comes!"
"You don’t have to worry, mom," said Fritz; "Jack knows what he’s doing; it’s just that this lovely serenade caught him off guard, and I think he’ll need to show off his skills before they’re fully polished. Yes, here he comes!"
Lugging his "moist secret" along with him, Jack, flushed and breathless, came up to us, exclaiming:
Lugging his "moist secret" with him, Jack, red-faced and out of breath, approached us, exclaiming:
"They were to grow as big as rabbits before you saw them! Such a shame! I never thought they would kick up a row like that. Now for it!"—and he turned out the bag. "This is 'Grace,' and this is 'Beauty.'"
"They were supposed to grow as big as rabbits before you noticed! What a shame! I never imagined they would cause such a fuss like that. Here we go!"—and he dumped out the bag. "This is 'Grace,' and this is 'Beauty.'"
Two immense frogs rolled clumsily on the ground, and recovering their feet, sat squat before us, swelling and puffing with a ludicrous air of insulted dignity, while peals of laughter greeted them on all sides.
Two huge frogs rolled awkwardly on the ground, and after getting back on their feet, they sat low before us, inflating and puffing up with a ridiculous sense of offended dignity, while laughter erupted from all around.
"Ladies and Gentleman, these are two very handsome young specimens of the famous African bullfrog," said Jack, pretending to be offended at the mingled disgust and amusement occasioned by their appearance; "they are but half-grown, and I hoped to maintain them in seclusion until they reached full size, when I would have introduced them with proper éclat. But since their talent for music has brought them precociously into public notice, I must beg for your kind and indulgent patronage, and—leave to take them back to the swamp!"
“Ladies and gentlemen, these are two really good-looking young African bullfrogs,” Jack said, pretending to be offended by the mix of disgust and amusement over their appearance. “They’re only half-grown, and I was hoping to keep them hidden until they reached full size, when I would have introduced them with the proper flair. But since their musical talent has brought them into the spotlight prematurely, I ask for your kind and understanding support, and—I’ll take them back to the swamp!”
Great clapping of hands followed Jack's speech.
Jack's speech was met with great applause.
"Grace" and "Beauty" were examined, and commented on with much interest, and voted decidedly handsome "in their way."
"Grace" and "Beauty" were looked at and discussed with great interest, and were voted definitely attractive "in their own way."
Their general color was greenish brown, mottled and spotted with reddish brown and yellow; the sides green and black; the under part yellow, mottled with orange. The eyes were positively beautiful, of a rich chestnut hue, covered with golden white dots, which shone with a metallic luster. The skin of the body was puckered into longitudinal folds.
Their overall color was a greenish-brown, speckled and spotted with reddish-brown and yellow; the sides were green and black; the underside was yellow, mottled with orange. The eyes were stunning, a rich chestnut color, decorated with golden white dots that sparkled with a metallic sheen. The skin of the body was wrinkled into long folds.
By general consent they were remanded to the swamp.
By common agreement, they were sent back to the swamp.
Shortly after our return to Rockburg, my wife drew my attention to the somewhat neglected state of our dear old summer residence at Falconhurst, begging me to devote some time to its restoration and embellishment.
Shortly after we got back to Rockburg, my wife pointed out the rather rundown condition of our beloved summer home at Falconhurst, urging me to spend some time fixing it up and making it more appealing.
This I most willingly undertook, and we removed thither, as soon as the boys had completed the arrangement of the artificial salt-lick to their satisfaction.
I eagerly took on this task, and we moved there as soon as the boys finished setting up the artificial salt-lick to their liking.
At Falconhurst things were quickly in good order, and we made a great improvement by completing the broad terrace supported on the arching roots of the trees—it was better floored—and rustic pillars and trellis-work sustained a bark roof which afforded a pleasant shade.
At Falconhurst, everything quickly fell into place, and we greatly improved the area by finishing the wide terrace supported by the arching roots of the trees—it had a better floor—and rustic pillars and trelliswork held up a bark roof that provided nice shade.
After this was done, I was compelled to consent to a plan long cherished by Fritz, who wished to construct a watch-tower and mount a gun on Shark Island. After great exertion, both mental and bodily, this piece of military engineering was completed; and a flagstaff erected, on which the guard at this outpost could run up a white flag to signal the approach of anything harmless from the sea, while a red flag would be shown on the least appearance of danger.
After this was done, I was forced to agree to a plan that Fritz had wanted for a long time, which was to build a watchtower and set up a gun on Shark Island. After a lot of hard work, both mentally and physically, this military project was finished; and a flagpole was put up, so the guard at this outpost could raise a white flag to signal the arrival of anything harmless from the sea, while a red flag would be displayed at the slightest hint of danger.
To celebrate the completion of this great work, which occupied us during two months, we hoisted the white flag, and fired a salute of six guns.
To celebrate finishing this great work that kept us busy for two months, we raised the white flag and fired a salute of six shots.
CHAPTER 16.
Ten years later—Our farms and farmyards—Fritz embarks on a journey of discovery—Cape Minster and the swallows' nests—Pearl oysters—A stunning bay—The mysterious message—An outing to Pearl Bay—Fritz suggests searching for the stranger and gets his canoe ready for her arrival—The pearl fishery—A run-in with a wild boar—Jack's accident—Truffles—A midnight alarm—The lion and his mate—We defeat our enemies—Juno's death—We set sail for Rockburg—Fritz departs from us.
"We spend our years as a tale that is told," said King David.
"We spend our years like a story that's told," said King David.
These words recurred to me again and again as I reviewed ten years, of which the story lay chronicled in the pages of my journal.
These words kept coming back to me as I looked over the past ten years, which were chronicled in the pages of my journal.
Year followed year; chapter succeeded chapter; steadily, imperceptibly, time was passing away.
Year followed year; chapter succeeded chapter; steadily, subtly, time was passing by.
The shade of sadness cast on my mind by retrospect of this kind was dispelled by thoughts full of gratitude to God, for the welfare and happiness of my beloved family during so long a period. I had cause especially to rejoice in seeing our sons advance to manhood, strengthened by early training for lives of usefulness and activity wherever their lot might fall.
The sadness that came over me when I looked back on the past was lifted by thoughts of gratitude to God for the well-being and happiness of my beloved family over such a long time. I especially felt joy seeing our sons grow into men, equipped with early training for lives of purpose and action, no matter where life took them.
And my great wish is, that young people who read this record of our lives and adventures should learn from it how admirably suited is the peaceful, industrious, and pious life of a cheerful, united family, to the formation of strong, pure, and manly character.
And my big wish is that young people who read this account of our lives and adventures will see how perfectly the peaceful, hardworking, and devout life of a happy, close-knit family contributes to developing strong, pure, and manly character.
None take a better place in the great national family, none are happier or more beloved than those who go forth from such homes to fulfill new duties, and to gather fresh interests around them.
None have a better place in the great national family, none are happier or more loved than those who leave such homes to take on new responsibilities and to create new connections around them.
Having given a detailed account of several years' residence in New Switzerland, as we liked to call our dominion, it is needless for me to continue what would exhaust the patience of the most long-suffering, by repeating monotonous narratives of exploring parties and hunting expeditions, wearisome descriptions of awkward inventions and clumsy machines, with an endless record of discoveries, more fit for the pages of an encyclopedia than a book of family history.
After sharing a detailed account of several years living in New Switzerland, as we liked to call our territory, there's no need for me to continue what would test the patience of even the most tolerant by repeating tedious stories of exploration trips and hunting expeditions, boring descriptions of awkward inventions and clunky machines, along with a never-ending list of discoveries that are better suited for an encyclopedia than a family history book.
Yet before winding up with the concluding events, I may mention some interesting facts illustrative of our exact position at the time these took place.
Yet before wrapping up with the final events, I should mention some interesting facts that show our exact situation at the time these occurred.
Rockburg and Falconhurst continued to be our winter and summer headquarters, and improvements were added which made them more and more convenient, as well as attractive in appearance.
Rockburg and Falconhurst remained our winter and summer headquarters, with improvements added that made them increasingly convenient and visually appealing.
The fountains, trellised verandas, and plantations round Rockburg, completely changed the character of the residence which, on account of the heat and want of vegetation, had in former days been so distasteful to my wife. Flowering creepers overhung the balconies and pillars; while shrubs and trees, both native and European, grew luxuriantly in groves of our planting.
The fountains, trellised patios, and gardens around Rockburg completely transformed the character of the home, which, due to the heat and lack of greenery, had previously been so unappealing to my wife. Flowering vines draped over the balconies and pillars, while shrubs and trees, both native and European, thrived in the groves we planted.
In the distance, Shark Island, now clothed with graceful palms, guarded the entrance to Safety Bay, the battery and flagstaff prominently visible on its crested rock.
In the distance, Shark Island, now adorned with elegant palm trees, stood watch over the entrance to Safety Bay, the battery and flagpole clearly visible on its peak.
The swamp, cleared and drained, was now a considerable lake, with just marsh and reeds enough beyond it to form good cover for the waterfowl whose favorite retreat it was.
The swamp, cleared and drained, was now a sizable lake, with just enough marsh and reeds around it to provide good cover for the waterfowl that loved to take refuge there.
On its blue waters sailed stately black swans, snow-white geese, and richly colored ducks; while out and in among the water plants and rushes would appear at intervals glimpses of the brilliant sultan, marsh-fowl, crimson flamingos, soft, blue-gray, demoiselle cranes, and crested heron, all associating in harmony, and with no fear of us, their masters.
On its blue waters glided elegant black swans, pristine white geese, and vibrant ducks; meanwhile, among the water plants and reeds, we occasionally caught sight of the striking sultan, marsh-fowl, bright flamingos, gentle blue-gray demoiselle cranes, and crested herons, all coexisting peacefully, unafraid of us, their masters.
Beneath the spreading trees, and through the aromatic shrubberies, old Hurry, the ostrich, was usually to be seen marching about, with grave and dignified pace, as though monarch of all he surveyed. Every variety of beautiful pigeon nested in the rocks and dovecots, their soft cooing and glossy plumage making them favorite household pets.
Beneath the sprawling trees and through the fragrant bushes, old Hurry, the ostrich, could often be seen striding around with a serious and dignified gait, as if he were the ruler of everything he looked over. Every kind of beautiful pigeon made its home in the rocks and birdhouses, their gentle cooing and shiny feathers making them cherished pets.
By the bridge alone could Rockburg be approached; for higher up the river, where, near the cascade, it was fordable a dense and impenetrable thicket of orange and lemon trees, Indian figs, prickly pears, and all manner of thorn-bearing shrubs, planted by us, now formed a complete barrier.
By the bridge alone could Rockburg be reached; because further up the river, where it was shallow near the waterfall, a thick and tangled mess of orange and lemon trees, Indian figs, prickly pears, and all sorts of thorny shrubs, which we had planted, now created a total barrier.
The rabbit warren on Shark Island kept us well supplied with food, as well as soft and useful fur; and, as the antelopes did not thrive on Whale Isle, they also were placed among the shady groves with the rabbits, and their own island devoted to such work as candle-making, tanning, wool-cleaning, and any other needful but offensive operations.
The rabbit warren on Shark Island kept us well stocked with food, as well as soft and useful fur. Since the antelopes didn’t do well on Whale Isle, they were also placed among the shady groves with the rabbits, and their own island was dedicated to tasks like candle-making, tanning, wool-cleaning, and any other necessary but unpleasant jobs.
The farm at Woodlands flourished, and our flocks and herds supplied us with mutton, beef, and veal, while my wife's dairy was almost more than she could manage.
The farm at Woodlands thrived, and our livestock provided us with lamb, beef, and veal, while my wife's dairy production was nearly more than she could handle.
My boys retained their old love for giving names to the animals. They had a beautiful creamy-white cow called Blanche, and a bull with such a tremendous voice, that he received the name of Stentor. Two fleet young onagers were named Arrow and Dart; and Jack had a descendant of his old favorite Fangs, the jackal, which he chose to call Coco, asserting that no word could be distinguished at a distance without the letter "o" in it, giving illustrations of his theory, till our ears were almost deafened.
My boys still loved naming the animals. They had a beautiful creamy-white cow named Blanche and a bull with such a powerful voice that they called him Stentor. Two fast young onagers were named Arrow and Dart; and Jack had a descendant of his old favorite Fangs, the jackal, which he decided to name Coco, insisting that no word could be clearly heard from a distance without the letter "o" in it, giving examples of his theory until our ears were almost deafened.
They were all fine, handsome fellows; Fritz, now twenty-four, was of moderate height, uncommonly strong, active, muscular, and high-spirited.
They were all good-looking guys; Fritz, now twenty-four, was of average height, unusually strong, active, muscular, and full of energy.
Ernest, two years younger, was tall and slight; in disposition, mild, calm, and studious; his early faults of indolence and selfishness were almost entirely overcome. He possessed refined tastes and great intellectual power.
Ernest, two years younger, was tall and slender; in personality, gentle, calm, and studious; he had mostly overcome his earlier flaws of laziness and selfishness. He had refined tastes and considerable intellectual strength.
Jack, at twenty, strongly resembled Fritz, being about his height, though more lightly built, and remarkable rather for active grace and agility than for muscular strength.
Jack, at twenty, looked a lot like Fritz, being about the same height, though he was built more slenderly, and was notable more for his active grace and agility than for his muscular strength.
Franz, a lively youth of seventeen, had some of the qualities of each of his brothers; he possessed wit and shrewdness, but not the arch drollery of Jack.
Franz, a spirited seventeen-year-old, had some traits of each of his brothers; he had cleverness and insight, but not the mischievous humor of Jack.
All were honorable, God-fearing young men, dutiful and affectionate to their mother and myself, and warmly attached to each other.
All were honorable, God-fearing young men, devoted and loving to their mother and me, and closely bonded to one another.
Although so many years had elapsed in total seclusion, it continued to be my strong impression that we should one day be restored to the society of our fellow-men.
Even after all those years in complete isolation, I couldn't shake the feeling that someday we would be brought back into contact with other people.
But time, which was bringing our sons to manhood, was also carrying their parents onward to old age; and anxious, gloomy thoughts relating to their future, should they be left indeed alone, sometimes oppressed my heart.
But time, which was bringing our sons to adulthood, was also moving their parents toward old age; and worried, dark thoughts about their future, if they were left truly alone, sometimes weighed heavily on my heart.
On such occasions, I would not communicate the sense of depression to my family, but, turning in prayer to the Almighty Father, laid my trouble before Him, with never-failing renewal of strength and hope.
On those occasions, I wouldn't share my feelings of depression with my family. Instead, I would turn to prayer and lay my troubles before the Almighty Father, finding a constant renewal of strength and hope.
My elder sons often made expeditions of which we knew nothing until their return after many hours; when any uneasiness I might have felt was dissipated by their joyous appearance, and reproof always died away on my lips.
My older sons frequently went on adventures that we weren't aware of until they came back after many hours; any worry I might have felt disappeared when I saw their happy faces, and my nagging feelings faded before I could even speak.
Anxious to see him return before nightfall, I went off to Shark Island with Ernest and Jack, in order to look out for him from the watch tower there, at the same time hoisting our signal flag, and loading the gun.
Anxious to see him come back before nightfall, I headed off to Shark Island with Ernest and Jack to keep an eye out for him from the watchtower there, while also raising our signal flag and loading the gun.
Long we gazed across the expanse of ocean glittering in the level beams of the setting sun, and finally discerned a small black speck in the distance which, by the telescope, was proved to be the returning wanderer.
We looked out over the vast ocean shimmering in the golden light of the setting sun, and finally spotted a small black dot in the distance that, through the telescope, turned out to be the returning traveler.
I remarked that his skiff sailed at a slower rate than usual toward the shore. The cannon was fired to let him know that his approach was observed, and then we joyfully hurried back to receive him at the harbor.
I noticed that his small boat was moving more slowly than usual toward the shore. The cannon was fired to let him know that we had seen him coming, and then we eagerly rushed back to greet him at the harbor.
It was easy to see, as he drew near, what had delayed his progress. The cajack towed a large sack, besides being heavily laden.
It was clear, as he got closer, what had slowed him down. The cajack was pulling a big sack and was also heavily loaded.
"Welcome, Fritz!" I cried. "Welcome back, wherever you come from, and whatever you bring. You seem to have quite a cargo there!"
"Welcome, Fritz!" I exclaimed. "Welcome back, wherever you’re coming from, and whatever you’ve got with you. You really seem to have a lot there!"
"Yes, and my trip has led to discoveries as well as booty," answered he; "interesting discoveries which will tempt us again in the same direction. Come, boys, let's carry up the things, and while I rest I will relate my adventures."
"Yeah, and my trip has brought some exciting discoveries and treasure," he replied; "fascinating discoveries that will draw us back in the same direction. Come on, guys, let's take the stuff up, and while I take a break, I'll share my adventures."
As soon as possible all assembled round him.
As soon as they could, everyone gathered around him.
"I think my absence without leave deserves reproach instead of this warm reception, father, and I must apologize for it," he began. "But ever since I possessed the cajack it has been my ambition to make a voyage of discovery along the coast, which we have never explored beyond the point at which I killed the walrus.
"I believe my unauthorized absence deserves criticism instead of this warm welcome, Dad, and I need to apologize for it," he started. "But ever since I got the cajack, I've wanted to take a voyage of discovery along the coast, which we have never explored past the spot where I hunted the walrus."
"In order to be ready to start without delay when a convenient opportunity offered, I made preparations beforehand, such as provisioning my skiff, fixing the compass in front of my seat, arranging conveniently rifle, harpoon, ax, boat-hook, and fishing net. I also resolved to take with me Pounce, my eagle, and this I always will do in future.
"In order to be ready to start immediately when a good opportunity came up, I made preparations ahead of time, like stocking my skiff, positioning the compass in front of my seat, and conveniently arranging my rifle, harpoon, axe, boat hook, and fishing net. I also decided to bring Pounce, my eagle, and this is something I will always do in the future."
"This morning dawned magnificently; the calm sea, the gentle breeze, all drew me irresistibly to the fulfillment of my purpose.
"This morning was absolutely beautiful; the calm sea and the gentle breeze all pulled me irresistibly toward achieving my goal."
"I left the harbor unperceived, the current quickly bore me out to sea, and I rounded the point to the left, passing just over the spot where, beneath the waves, lie the guns, cannon balls, ironwork, and all that was indestructible about our good old wreck. And would you believe it? Through the glassy clear water, undisturbed by a ripple, I actually saw many such things strewn on the flat rocky bottom.
"I left the harbor unnoticed, the current swiftly carried me out to sea, and I rounded the point on the left, passing right over the place where, beneath the waves, the guns, cannonballs, ironwork, and everything indestructible from our old wreck lies. And would you believe it? Through the crystal-clear water, undisturbed by a ripple, I actually saw many of those things scattered on the flat, rocky bottom."
"Pursuing my way, I passed among rugged cliffs and rocks which jutted out from the shore, or rose in rugged masses from the water. Myriads of sea fowl inhabited the most inaccessible of these, while on the lower ridges, seals, sea bears, and walruses were to be seen, some basking lazily in the sun, some plunging into the water, or emerging awkwardly from it, hoisting their unwieldy bodies up the rocks by means of their tusks.
"Pursuing my path, I walked among rough cliffs and rocks that stuck out from the shore or rose steeply from the water. Countless sea birds lived on the most hard-to-reach spots, while on the lower edges, seals, sea lions, and walruses were visible—some lounging lazily in the sun, some diving into the water, or awkwardly pulling themselves out of it, using their tusks to hoist their bulky bodies up the rocks."
"I must confess to feeling anything but comfortable while going through the places held in possession by these monsters of the deep, and used every effort to pass quickly and unnoticed. Yet it was more than an hour and a half before I got clear of the rocks, cliffs, and shoals to which they resorted, and neared a high and precipitous cape, running far out to sea. Right opposite me, in the side of this rocky wall, was a magnificent archway, forming, as it first appeared to me, a lofty entrance to an immense vaulted cavern. I passed beneath this noble portal and examined the interior. It was tenanted by numbers of a small species of swallow, scarcely larger than a wren, and the walls were covered by thousands of their nests. They were rudely built, and their peculiarity was that each rested on a kind of platform, something like a spoon without the handle. I detached a number, and found that they had a curious appearance, seemingly made of something fibrous and gelatinous, and more like a set of sponges, corals, or fungi, than nests of birds. I have brought them home in my fishing net."
"I have to admit that I felt anything but comfortable while passing through the areas occupied by these deep-sea creatures, and I did everything I could to get through quickly and unnoticed. However, it took me more than an hour and a half to get past the rocks, cliffs, and shallow waters they frequented, and I finally approached a tall and steep cape jutting far out into the ocean. Right in front of me, in the side of this rocky wall, was a stunning archway that initially looked like a grand entrance to a massive vaulted cave. I passed beneath this impressive portal and inspected the interior. It was home to many small swallows, barely bigger than a wren, and the walls were covered with thousands of their nests. They were roughly built, and what stood out was that each nest rested on a kind of platform, resembling a spoon without a handle. I removed a few and noticed that they had a strange appearance, seemingly made of something fibrous and gelatinous, looking more like a group of sponges, corals, or fungi than bird nests. I brought them home in my fishing net."
"If we had commercial dealings with the Chinese," said I, "your discovery would be of value; these are doubtless edible birds' nests. The bird is called the esculent swallow, and the trade in this strange article of diet is a very large one. The nests are of different value, but those which are quite new, and nearly white, are held in such esteem that they are worth their weight in silver.
"If we were doing business with the Chinese," I said, "your find would be valuable; these are definitely edible bird's nests. The bird is known as the edible swallow, and the trade in this unusual food item is quite large. The nests vary in value, but those that are brand new and almost white are so highly regarded that they're worth their weight in silver."
"There are tremendous caverns in Java and other places where, at great risk, these nests are procured; the annual weight obtained being upward of fifty thousand pounds, and the value more than £200,000.
"There are huge caves in Java and other locations where these nests are collected at great risk; the annual haul exceeds fifty thousand pounds, with a value of over £200,000."
"When placed in water and well soaked, they soften and swell, and are made into soup of very strengthening and restorative quality.
"When soaked in water, they become soft and plump, and are turned into a soup that's very nutritious and restorative."
"I think you might try your hand on these, mother, just for curiosity's sake."
"I think you should give these a shot, Mom, just out of curiosity."
"I can't say I fancy the look of the queer things," said she, "but I don't mind trying if they will turn to jelly; though boiling birds' nests is cookery quite out of my line."
"I can't say I like the look of the weird things," she said, "but I'm willing to give it a shot if they turn to jelly; although boiling birds' nests is definitely not my thing."
"Oh, do, mother; let us taste birds' nests as soon as you can, though the idea makes me fancy a mouth full of feathers!" laughed Jack.
"Oh, come on, Mom; let us taste the bird's nests as soon as you can, even though the thought makes me imagine a mouthful of feathers!" laughed Jack.
"It is really a most curious formation," said Fritz. "From whence are the swallows supposed to get this kind of gelatine?"
"It’s really such a strange formation," said Fritz. "Where are the swallows supposed to get this kind of gelatin?"
"It has never been exactly ascertained," I replied, "whether the birds discover or produce this curious substance. But whatever may be its basis, it is clear that a very large portion of it is furnished by certain glands, which pour out a viscid secretion."
"It has never been definitely determined," I replied, "whether the birds find or create this strange substance. But no matter what its origin is, it's obvious that a significant amount comes from certain glands that release a sticky secretion."
"After laying in my store of nests," continued Fritz, "I pursued my way through this vaulted cave or corridor; which, presently turning, opened into a very lonely bay, so calm and lake-like, that, although of considerable size, I concluded at once it must be nearly land locked. Its shores, beyond the rocky boundary through which I penetrated, extended in a fertile plain toward what seemed the mouth of a river, beyond which lay rough, and probably marshy, ground, and a dense forest of cedars, which closed the view.
"After gathering my supplies of nests," continued Fritz, "I made my way through this arched cave or corridor; which, after a while, turned and opened into a very secluded bay, so calm and serene that, even though it was quite large, I immediately figured it must be almost landlocked. Its shores, beyond the rocky barrier I had just passed through, stretched out into a fertile plain leading toward what looked like the mouth of a river, beyond which lay rough, probably marshy land, and a dense forest of cedars that blocked my view."
"The water beneath me was clear as crystal; and, gazing into its depths and shallows, I perceived beds of shell-fish, like large oysters, attached to the rocks and to each other by tufts of hairy filaments.
"The water below me was as clear as crystal; and, looking into its depths and shallows, I saw beds of shellfish, like large oysters, stuck to the rocks and to each other by clumps of hairy strands."
"'If these are oysters,' thought I, 'they must be better worth eating, as far as size goes, than our little friends in Safety Bay,' and thereupon I hooked up several clusters with my boat-hook, and landing soon after on the beach, I flung them on the sand, resolving to fetch another load, and then tow them after me in the fishing-net.
"'If these are oysters,' I thought, 'they must be more worth eating, size-wise, than our tiny ones in Safety Bay,' and so I used my boat-hook to snag several clusters. I soon landed on the beach, tossed them on the sand, and decided to go back for another load to tow them behind me in the fishing net."
"The hot sun disagreed with their constitution, I suppose; for when I came back the shells were all gaping wide open; so I began to examine them, thinking that after all they were probably much less delicate than the small oysters we have learnt to like so much.
"The hot sun didn’t sit well with them, I guess; because when I returned, the shells were all wide open. So I started to check them out, thinking that they were probably a lot less fragile than the tiny oysters we've come to really enjoy."
"Somehow, when a thing is to be 'examined,' one generally needs a knife. The blade met with resistance here and there in the creature's body; and still closer 'examination' produced from it several pearly balls like peas, of different sizes. Do you think they can be pearls? I have a number here in a box."
"Somehow, when something needs to be 'examined,' you usually need a knife. The blade encountered resistance in various parts of the creature's body; and further 'examination' revealed several pearly balls, like peas, in different sizes. Do you think they could be pearls? I have some in a box."
"Oh, show them to us, Fritz!" cried the boys. "What pretty shining things! and how delicately rounded, and how softly they gleam!"
"Oh, show them to us, Fritz!" the boys exclaimed. "What beautiful, shiny things! They’re so nicely shaped, and they glow so softly!"
"You have discovered treasure, indeed!" I exclaimed; "why these are most beautiful pearls! Valueless, certainly, under present circumstances; but they may prove a source of wealth, should we ever again come into contact with the civilized world. We must visit your pearl-oyster beds at the earliest opportunity."
"You've found treasure, for sure!" I said. "These are some truly gorgeous pearls! They don't hold much value right now, but they could be a way to make money if we ever get back to the civilized world. We need to check out your pearl-oyster beds as soon as possible."
"After resting for some time, and refreshing myself with food," pursued Fritz, "I resumed my survey of the coast, my progress somewhat impeded by the bag of shell-fish, which I drew after me; but I proceeded without accident past the mouth of the stream to the further side of the bay, which was there inclosed by a point corresponding to that through which I had entered; and between these headlands I found a line of reefs and sandbanks, with but a single channel leading out to the open sea; from which, therefore, Pearl Bay, as I named it, lies completely sheltered.
"After resting for a while and refueling with some food," continued Fritz, "I went back to checking the coast, although my progress was a bit slow because of the bag of shellfish I was dragging behind me. I managed to pass the mouth of the stream and made my way to the other side of the bay, which was bordered by a point similar to the one I had entered earlier. Between these headlands, I discovered a series of reefs and sandbanks, with only one channel leading out to the open sea; thus, Pearl Bay, as I named it, is completely sheltered."
"The tide was setting strongly in shore, so that I could not then attempt a passage through it, but examined the crags of the headland, thinking I might perchance discover a second vaulted archway. I saw nothing remarkable, however, but thousands of sea fowl of every sort and kind, from the gull and sea swallow to the mighty albatross.
"The tide was coming in hard, so I couldn’t risk trying to get through it. Instead, I checked out the steep cliffs of the headland, hoping I might find another archway. However, I didn’t see anything noteworthy, just thousands of seabirds of all types, from gulls and swallows to massive albatrosses."
"My approach was evidently regarded as an invasion and trespass; for they regularly beset me, screaming and wheeling over my head, till, out of all patience, I stood up, and hit furiously about me with the boat-hook; when, rather to my surprise, one blow struck an albatross with such force, that he fell stunned into the water.
"My approach was clearly seen as an invasion and intrusion; they constantly surrounded me, screaming and flying overhead, until, out of sheer frustration, I stood up and swung the boat-hook wildly around me; to my surprise, one of my swings hit an albatross so hard that it fell, stunned, into the water."
"I now once more attempted to cross the reef by the narrow channel, and happily succeeding, found myself in the open sea, and speeding homeward, joyfully saw our flag flying, and heard the welcome salute you fired."
"I tried again to cross the reef through the narrow channel, and luckily I succeeded. I found myself in the open sea, racing home, joyfully seeing our flag flying and hearing the welcoming salute you fired."
Here ended the narrative; but next morning Fritz drew me aside, and confided to me a most remarkable sequel, in these words:
Here ended the narrative; but the next morning, Fritz pulled me aside and shared an incredible follow-up with me, saying:
"There was something very extraordinary about that albatross, father. I allowed you to suppose that I left it as it fell, but in reality I raised it to the deck of the canoe, and then perceived a piece of rag wound round one of its legs. This I removed, and, to my utter astonishment, saw English words written on it, which I plainly made out to be: 'Save an unfortunate Englishwoman from the smoking rock!'
"There was something truly remarkable about that albatross, Dad. I led you to believe that I just left it where it landed, but actually, I brought it up to the deck of the canoe and then noticed a piece of cloth wrapped around one of its legs. I took it off and, to my complete surprise, saw English words written on it, which I clearly read as: 'Save an unfortunate Englishwoman from the smoking rock!'"
"'Is this reality, or delusion?' thought I. 'Can it be true, that a fellow-creature breathes with us the air of this lonely region?'
"'Is this real, or just a dream?' I wondered. 'Could it really be true that another person is sharing the air in this lonely place?'"
"I felt stupefied for some minutes: the bird began to show signs of life, which recalled me to myself; and, quickly deciding what must be done, I tore a strip from my handkerchief, on which I traced the words—'Do not despair! Help is near!'
"I felt dazed for a few minutes: the bird started to show signs of life, which brought me back to my senses; and, quickly deciding what needed to be done, I tore a strip from my handkerchief, where I wrote the words—'Don't lose hope! Help is on the way!'"
"This I carefully bound round one leg, replacing the rag on the other, and then applied myself to the complete restoration of the bird. It gradually revived; and after drinking a little, surprised me by suddenly rising on the wing, faltering a moment in its flight, and then rapidly disappearing from my view in a westerly direction.
"This I carefully wrapped around one leg, switching out the rag on the other, and then focused on fully restoring the bird. It slowly came back to life; after taking a sip of water, it surprised me by suddenly taking off, stumbling a bit in its flight, and then quickly disappearing from sight in a westerly direction."
"Now, father, one thought occupies me continually: will my note ever reach this Englishwoman? Shall I be able to find, and to save her?"
"Now, Dad, one thought keeps crossing my mind: will my note ever get to this English woman? Will I be able to find her and save her?"
I listened to this account with feelings of the liveliest interest and astonishment.
I listened to this story with a mix of intense interest and surprise.
"My dear son," said I, "you have done wisely in confiding to me alone your most exciting discovery. Unless we know more, we must not unsettle the others by speaking of it; for it appears to me quite possible that these words were penned long ago on some distant shore, where, by this time, the unhappy stranger may have perished miserably. By the 'smoking rock' must be meant a volcano. There are none here."
"My dear son," I said, "you've done well to share your exciting discovery with me. Unless we learn more, we shouldn't disturb the others by talking about it; it seems possible to me that these words were written long ago on some faraway shore, where, by now, the unfortunate stranger might have died a terrible death. The 'smoking rock' must refer to a volcano. There aren't any here."
Fritz was not disposed to look at the case from this gloomy point of view; did not think the rag so very old; believed smoke might rise from a rock which was not volcanic; and evidently cherished the hope that he might be able to respond effectually to this touching appeal.
Fritz wasn't inclined to see the situation in such a bleak light; he didn't think the rag was that old; he believed that smoke could come from a non-volcanic rock; and clearly held onto the hope that he could effectively respond to this heartfelt request.
After earnest consultation on the subject, we decided that Fritz should go in search of the writer of the message, but not until he had so altered the canoe as to fit it for carrying two persons, as well as provisions sufficient to admit of his absence for a considerable time. Impatient as he was, he could not but see the wisdom of this delay.
After serious discussion about it, we decided that Fritz should look for the person who wrote the message, but not until he had modified the canoe to fit two people, as well as enough supplies to allow for his absence for a long time. As eager as he was, he couldn't ignore the wisdom of waiting.
We returned to the house, and saw the boys busily opening the oysters, which they had had no time to do the previous night, and greatly excited as ever and anon a pearl was found.
We returned to the house and saw the boys eagerly opening the oysters, which they hadn’t had time to do the night before, and they were really excited every time they found a pearl.
"May we not establish a pearl fishery at once, father?" shouted they. "We might build a hut on the shore of the bay, and set about it regularly."
"Can we set up a pearl fishery right now, Dad?" they shouted. "We could build a hut on the beach and get started properly."
An excursion to Pearl Bay was now the event to which all thoughts turned, and for which preparations on a grand scale were made. It was to form, as it were the basis of the more important voyage Fritz had in view, and to which, unsuspected by the rest, he could devote all his attention.
An outing to Pearl Bay was now the main event everyone was focused on, and preparations were being made on a large scale. It was meant to serve as the foundation for the more significant trip Fritz had planned, to which, unbeknownst to the others, he could dedicate all his attention.
I took an opportunity, one day, when all were present, to remark in a serious tone:
I seized the chance one day, when everyone was there, to speak in a serious tone:
"I have been considering, dear wife, that our eldest son is now of an age to be dependent on himself. I shall, therefore, henceforth leave him at liberty to act in all respects according to his own judgment; and, especially in the matter of voyages or excursions, he must not be hampered by the fear of alarming us should he choose to remain absent longer than we expect. I have such entire confidence in his prudence, and at the same time in his affection for us, that I am certain he will never needlessly cause us anxiety."
"I have been thinking, dear wife, that our oldest son is now old enough to take care of himself. So, from now on, I'll allow him to make his own decisions; especially when it comes to trips or outings, he shouldn't worry about scaring us if he stays away longer than we expect. I trust his judgment completely, and I know he cares about us, so I'm confident he won't cause us unnecessary worry."
Fritz looked gratefully toward me as I spoke; and his mother ratified my words, embracing him affectionately, and saying, with emotion, "God bless and preserve thee, my boy!"
Fritz looked at me with gratitude as I spoke; his mother confirmed my words, hugging him warmly and saying with feeling, "God bless and protect you, my boy!"
His brothers naturally concluded he meant to take one of them as shipmate on board, and he allowed the mistake to continue. They occupied themselves in making various articles they expected to be of use, and bore the delay with tolerable patience.
His brothers naturally assumed he intended to take one of them as a shipmate, and he let them think that. They kept busy making different items they thought would be useful and handled the wait with decent patience.
At last came the day, when, taking leave of the mother and Franz, we went on board the yacht, accompanied by some of the dogs; while Jack, proudly occupying the new seat beside Fritz in the canoe, shared with him the honor of leading the way in the character of pilots.
At last, the day arrived when we said goodbye to Mom and Franz and boarded the yacht, along with some of the dogs. Meanwhile, Jack, proudly sitting in the new seat next to Fritz in the canoe, shared the honor of leading the way as our pilots.
We passed safely through the rocks and shoals near Walrus Island into an expanse of calm water, sheltered by jutting cliffs, where the sea glanced like a mirror, and for the first time we observed the fairy-like shells of the paper-nautilus sailing lightly over the dazzling surface.
We safely navigated through the rocks and shallow areas near Walrus Island into a stretch of calm water, protected by protruding cliffs, where the sea shimmered like a mirror, and for the first time, we saw the whimsical shells of the paper-nautilus drifting gracefully across the sparkling surface.
It was impossible to see these lovely seafarers without wishing to obtain specimens; and the canoe accordingly gave chase, presently securing half a dozen, which were handed to us in the yacht to be carefully preserved for the museum, and the place was ever after called Nautilus Creek.
It was impossible to see these beautiful sailors without wanting to collect some samples; so, the canoe chased after them and soon caught half a dozen, which were brought to us on the yacht to be carefully preserved for the museum, and the spot was later named Nautilus Creek.
Further on we rounded a short promontory, flat, with an abrupt rock at the extremity, to which we gave the name of Cape Pug-Nose; and then, at some distance, appeared the grand cliffs of a headland running far out to sea.
Further on, we rounded a short flat promontory with a steep rock at the end, which we named Cape Pug-Nose; then, a little further ahead, we saw the majestic cliffs of a headland extending far into the sea.
This I suppose we should have to weather, but my pilots made no change in our course, and, following the canoe, we soon came in sight of the majestic archway which offered us a short passage to Pearl Bay.
This, I guess we would just have to endure, but my pilots didn’t change our course, and, following the canoe, we soon spotted the impressive archway that provided us a quick route to Pearl Bay.
A perfect cloud of little swallows darted from the cavernous entrance on our approach, divided into flocks, soared, wheeled, flew right and left, and finally returned in a body as swiftly as they came, to the sides of the long dark tunnel, which were festooned with their nests.
A perfect cloud of little swallows flew out from the cavernous entrance as we got closer, split into flocks, soared, wheeled, and darted right and left, eventually returning all together as quickly as they had come, to the sides of the long dark tunnel, which were decorated with their nests.
We detached a number of these as we passed, taking care to leave those containing eggs of young. The best were at a considerable height, but the broken shelving rocks afforded, in some places, footing for such daring and active climbers as Fritz and Jack, and they quickly obtained as many as we could possibly require.
We took off several of these as we went by, making sure to leave those with young eggs intact. The best ones were pretty high up, but the jagged rocks provided some spots where bold climbers like Fritz and Jack could get a good grip, and they quickly gathered as many as we could possibly need.
Our progress was much assisted by the tide, which, like a current, bore us onward along the nave of this natural cathedral; aisles, transepts, screens, and side-chapels appearing between the columns and arches which in the "dim religious light" were revealed to our wondering eyes.
Our progress was greatly helped by the tide, which, like a current, carried us forward through the main hall of this natural cathedral; aisles, transepts, screens, and side chapels appeared between the columns and arches that were illuminated for our amazed eyes in the "dim religious light."
On emerging into the dazzling sunshine, we found ourselves floating in the calm expanse of Pearl Bay; but it was some minutes before we could look around on the bright and lovely scene.
On stepping out into the bright sunshine, we found ourselves drifting in the calm waters of Pearl Bay; however, it took us a few minutes before we could take in the beautiful and vibrant view.
Fritz had not over-rated its beauty, and the romantic islets which studded its waters seemed to give the effect of a pleasant smile to features already perfect.
Fritz hadn't exaggerated its beauty, and the romantic islands scattered across its waters seemed to add a pleasant smile to features that were already perfect.
We cruised about for some time, surveying the coast with its fertile meadows, shady groves, gently swelling hills, and murmuring brooks, seeking a convenient landing place in the vicinity of the shallows where lay the oyster-beds.
We floated around for a while, looking at the coast with its rich meadows, shady trees, gently rolling hills, and babbling streams, searching for a good spot to land near the shallow areas where the oyster beds were.
This we found, close to a sparkling streamlet; and, as the day was fast declining, we made speedy arrangements for burning a watch-fire; after which we partook of a hasty supper, and leaving the dogs, with Coco, the jackal, to sleep on shore, we returned on board the yacht for the night, anchoring within gunshot of the land.
This we found near a sparkling little stream; and since the day was quickly coming to an end, we quickly set up a campfire. After that, we had a quick dinner, and leaving the dogs and Coco, the jackal, to sleep onshore, we went back on board the yacht for the night, anchoring within gunshot of the land.
The coast being quite strange to us, I knew not what wild beasts might frequent it; but, though I did not fear that any would approach us by swimming, yet I was glad to have with us our lively little ape, Mercury (the successor of our old favorite, Knips, long since gathered to his fathers), for he occupied at night a cosy berth on deck, and was certain to give vociferous notice should anything alarming occur.
The coast was pretty unfamiliar to us, and I had no idea what wild animals might be around; although I wasn't concerned about any swimming out to us, I was happy to have our energetic little monkey, Mercury (the replacement for our old favorite, Knips, who had passed away a while back), with us. He took up a comfortable spot on deck at night and would definitely let us know if anything dangerous happened.
Fritz moored the cajack alongside, and came on board. The night passed in peace, although for a time we were disturbed by the yelping of jackals, with whom Coco persisted in keeping up a noisy conversation.
Fritz tied up the kayak next to us and came on board. The night went by peacefully, though we were briefly interrupted by the howling of jackals, which Coco insisted on engaging in a loud conversation with.
We awoke it daybreak, and after breakfast à la fourchette, we repaired in haste with nets, scrapers, and all other requisites, to the oyster-beds, where we worked with such diligence and success that in the course of two days we had an immense pile of shells built up like a stack on the beach, and left to decay.
We woke up at dawn, and after a breakfast with forks, we quickly gathered our nets, scrapers, and everything else we needed, and headed to the oyster beds. We worked so hard and efficiently that in just two days, we had a huge pile of shells stacked up on the beach, left to rot.
I collected a quantity of seaweed to spread over them, which was afterward burnt to make alkali, when we returned to secure our harvest of pearls.
I gathered a bunch of seaweed to spread over them, which we later burned to create alkali when we went back to collect our harvest of pearls.
Every evening we went out shooting in the neighborhood, and kept ourselves supplied with game of one sort or another. The last day of our fishery we started earlier, intending to make a longer excursion into the woods.
Every evening, we went out hunting in the neighborhood and kept ourselves stocked with game of one kind or another. On the last day of our fishing trip, we set out earlier, planning to take a longer adventure into the woods.
Ernest set off first with Floss; Jack and Coco strolling after them. Fritz and I were still employed in taking on board the last load of our tools, when we suddenly heard a shot, a loud cry of pain or fear, and then another shot.
Ernest took off first with Floss; Jack and Coco walked behind them. Fritz and I were still busy loading up the last of our tools when we suddenly heard a gunshot, a loud scream of pain or fear, and then another shot.
At the first alarm, the other two dogs rushed away from us toward the spot, and Fritz, who had just called Pounce from his perch, to accompany us in the ramble, let him fly, and seizing his rifle darted off in the same direction.
At the first alarm, the other two dogs ran away from us toward the spot, and Fritz, who had just called Pounce from his perch to join us on the walk, let him go and grabbed his rifle before sprinting off in the same direction.
Before I could reach the scene of action, more shots were heard, and then a shout of victory; after which appeared through the stems of the trees the disconsolate figure of Jack, hobbling along like a cripple, supported on each side by his brothers.
Before I could get to the action, I heard more shots and then a shout of victory. After that, I saw the sad figure of Jack coming through the tree trunks, limping along like a cripple, with his brothers supporting him on either side.
When they came near me they stopped; and poor Jack moaning and groaning, began to feel himself all over, as if to search for broken bones, crying out:
When they got close to me, they stopped; and poor Jack, moaning and groaning, started to check himself all over, as if looking for broken bones, crying out:
"I'm pounded like a half-crushed pepper-corn!"
"I'm getting hit hard like a smashed peppercorn!"
On examination I found some severe bruises.
Upon examination, I discovered several severe bruises.
"Who or what has been pommeling the boy?" I exclaimed; "one would think he had been beaten."
"Who or what has been hitting the boy?" I said; "you'd think he had been beaten."
"It was a huge wild boar," said Ernest, "with fierce eyes, monstrous tusks, and a snout as broad as my hand."
"It was a massive wild boar," said Ernest, "with intense eyes, huge tusks, and a snout as wide as my hand."
We took Jack down to the yacht, bathed his bruises, gave him a cooling drink, and he soon fell fast asleep in his berth, where I left him and returned to the shore.
We took Jack to the yacht, cleaned up his bruises, gave him a cold drink, and he quickly fell asleep in his bunk, where I left him and headed back to the shore.
"Now, Ernest," said I, "enlighten me on the subject of this adventure! What you and the boar did, is quite a mystery to me."
"Now, Ernest," I said, "fill me in on this adventure! What you and the boar did is still a complete mystery to me."
"Floss and I were going quietly along," replied he, "when suddenly there was a rustling and snorting close by, and a great boar broke through the brushes, making for the outskirts of the wood. Floss gave chase directly, and the boar turned to bay. Then up came Jack with Coco, and the gallant little jackal attacked the monster in the rear. In another moment, however, he was sent sprawling upon his back, and this so provoked his master that he fired a hasty ill-directed shot. The brute's notice and fury at once turned upon Jack, who prudently took to his heels, when I attempted to check the career of the boar by a shot, which, however, only slightly wounded it. Jack stumbled and fell over the root of a tree, just as the animal came up with him. 'Help! murder,' shouted he; and if the other dogs had not then arrived, and all together tackled the boar, I fear it would have been a case of murder indeed! as it was, the poor fellow got mauled and trampled upon dreadfully.
"Floss and I were quietly walking along," he replied, "when suddenly there was a rustling and snorting nearby, and a huge boar burst through the brush, heading for the edge of the woods. Floss took off after it immediately, and the boar stopped to fight. Then Jack showed up with Coco, and the brave little jackal attacked the monster from behind. However, in just a moment, he was knocked onto his back, which made his owner so angry that he took a quick, poorly aimed shot. The boar immediately turned its attention and fury toward Jack, who wisely ran away. I tried to stop the boar with a shot, but it only grazed it. Jack tripped and fell over a tree root just as the animal reached him. 'Help! Murder!' he yelled; and if the other dogs hadn't arrived then and tackled the boar together, I fear it really would have been a case of murder! As it was, the poor guy got badly beaten and trampled."
"While we were helping Jack along, and passing a place where the boar had been grubbing, I noticed some such curious knotty roots or tubercles, that I brought away specimens. Are they worth anything, do you think? they have a strong smell."
"While we were helping Jack along and passing by a spot where the boar had been rooting around, I noticed some strange, knotty roots or tubers that I took as samples. Do you think they're worth anything? They have a strong smell."
"If I may trust my nose," said I, "you have brought something by no means to be despised. Yes!" I continued, putting them to my lips, "these are very fine truffles! Taste them, Fritz."
"If I can trust my nose," I said, "you've brought something definitely worth having. Yes!" I went on, bringing them to my lips, "these are really nice truffles! Try them, Fritz."
"Indeed, they are excellent," said he; "very different from the tough, leathery things I remember in Europe; these are tender and well flavored."
"Yeah, they’re great," he said. "Very different from the tough, leathery ones I remember in Europe; these are tender and tasty."
"Because they are fresh," said I. "You have before tasted those only which have been brought from a distance. They are found in different parts of Europe, buried at a depth of ten or twelve inches in the soil of oak or beech woods. A small dog is employed to hunt for them, who perceives their musky odor in a singularly acute way, and at once scratches at the spot where they lie."
"Because they are fresh," I said. "You've only tasted the ones that have been shipped from far away. They grow in various parts of Europe, buried about ten or twelve inches deep in the soil of oak or beech forests. A small dog is trained to find them, with an incredibly sharp sense of smell that allows it to detect their musky scent and immediately scratch at the spot where they're hidden."
"Have the truffles no leaves or stalks," inquired Fritz, "by which they might be found without the help of the dog?"
"Don't the truffles have any leaves or stems," asked Fritz, "to help us find them without the dog?"
"They have nothing of the sort," I replied; "they are discovered simply by scent, and are considered to belong to the tribe of Fungi."
"They don’t have anything like that," I replied; "they're found just by their smell, and they're considered part of the Fungi family."
By this time it was late; we took supper, made up the watch-fire, and withdrew to our yacht, where we slept peacefully.
By this time it was late; we had dinner, set up the campfire, and went back to our yacht, where we slept soundly.
Early next morning we proceeded to visit the field of battle. The wild boar, which I had not before seen, proved to be much larger and more formidable in appearance than I had imagined, and Jack's escape seemed to be perfectly marvelous.
Early the next morning, we set out to visit the battlefield. The wild boar, which I hadn’t seen before, turned out to be much bigger and more intimidating than I had imagined, and Jack’s escape seemed truly incredible.
The boys took it as a matter of course that we were to cut out hams and flitches; and we therefore did so, though I warned them that they need not expect much pleasure in eating bacon from a tough old African boar like this. We conveyed the mighty hams to the beach, each on a sledge of plaited boughs and twigs, and drawn by one of the dogs. The monstrous head traveled in the same way, and we collected a large number of truffles before quitting the forest.
The boys assumed it was just part of the routine that we were supposed to cut out hams and flitches, so we went ahead and did it, even though I warned them not to expect much enjoyment from eating bacon from a tough old African boar like this. We dragged the huge hams to the beach, each on a sled made of woven branches and twigs, pulled by one of the dogs. The enormous head was transported the same way, and we gathered a good amount of truffles before leaving the forest.
As soon as the dogs were released, they rushed back to the scene of operations in the wood, comprehending that they were now free to feast on what remained there.
As soon as the dogs were let loose, they dashed back to where the action was happening in the woods, realizing they were now free to eat whatever was left there.
There was so much to be done in consequence of this affair that Fritz, who had hoped to set out on his solitary expedition that day, deferred it until the next; and was, therefore, fortunately with us, when late in the evening we desisted from our labors, and, having supped, were preparing to retire to rest.
There was a lot to be done because of this situation, so Fritz, who had planned to go on his solo trip that day, pushed it to the next day. Therefore, he was with us when we finally stopped working late in the evening and, after having dinner, were getting ready to go to bed.
All at once a deep, fearful sound echoed through the neighboring woods. It made our blood curdle in our veins. We listened with straining ears, hoping it would not be repeated. With a shudder we heard the dread voice roar again, yet nearer to us, and an answer peal from the distance.
All of a sudden, a deep, terrifying sound echoed through the nearby woods. It made our blood run cold. We listened intently, hoping it wouldn’t happen again. With a shiver, we heard the terrifying voice roar once more, this time closer to us, and a response reverberated from the distance.
"We must find out who are the performers in this concert!" exclaimed Fritz, springing to his feet and snatching up his rifle. "Make the fire blaze; get on board the yacht, and have all the guns in readiness. I am off to reconnoiter in the canoe."
"We need to find out who the performers are in this concert!" Fritz shouted, jumping to his feet and grabbing his rifle. "Stoke the fire; get on the yacht, and have all the guns ready. I'm heading out to scout in the canoe."
We mechanically obeyed his rapid orders, while the bold youth disappeared in the darkness; and, after heaping fuel on the fire, we went on board and armed ourselves with cutlasses, besides loading all the guns, waiting in readiness either to land again or to quit the coast.
We automatically followed his quick commands as the fearless young man vanished into the darkness. After piling more fuel onto the fire, we boarded the ship, armed ourselves with cutlasses, and loaded all the guns, prepared either to go ashore again or to leave the coast.
We presently saw the whole pack of our dogs, as well as Coco, the jackal, and the little ape, Mercury (who had been tempted by the truffles to stay with them in the woods), come galloping at full speed up to the fire.
We now saw the entire pack of our dogs, along with Coco the jackal and the little ape, Mercury (who had been lured by the truffles to stay with them in the woods), come rushing at full speed towards the fire.
The dogs planted themselves by the fire, gazing fixedly landward, with ears erect, and occasionally uttering a barking challenge, or a suppressed howl.
The dogs settled down by the fire, staring intently towards the land, with their ears up, occasionally barking a challenge or letting out a quiet howl.
Meantime, the horrid roarings approached nearer, and I concluded that a couple of leopards or panthers had been attracted by the scent of the boar's carcass.
Meantime, the awful roars got closer, and I figured that a couple of leopards or panthers had been drawn in by the smell of the boar's carcass.
But not long after I had expressed this opinion, we beheld a large, powerful animal spring from the underwood, and, with a bound, and muttered roar, approach the fire. In a moment I recognized the unmistakable outlines of the form of a lion, though in size he far surpassed any I had ever seen exhibited in Europe.
But shortly after I shared this thought, we saw a large, powerful animal leap out from the bushes and, with a leap and a low growl, come closer to the fire. In an instant, I recognized the unmistakable shape of a lion, but he was much bigger than any I had ever seen displayed in Europe.
The dogs slunk behind the fire, and the lion seated himself almost like a cat on his hind legs, glaring alternately at them, and at the great boar hams which hung near, with doubtless a mixed feeling of irritation and appetite, which was testified by the restless movement of his tail.
The dogs crept behind the fire, and the lion sat almost like a cat on his hind legs, glaring back and forth between them and the big boar hams hanging nearby, obviously feeling a mix of irritation and hunger, evidenced by the restless movement of his tail.
He then arose, and commenced walking up and down with a slow and measured pace, occasionally uttering short, angry roars, quite unlike the prolonged, full tones we had heard at first.
He then got up and started pacing back and forth at a slow, steady pace, occasionally letting out short, angry roars that were very different from the long, deep sounds we had heard at first.
At times he went to drink at the brook, always returning with such haste, that I fully expected to see him spring.
At times he went to drink at the stream, always coming back so quickly that I fully expected to see him leap.
Gradually his manner became more and more threatening; he turned toward us, crouched, and with his body at full stretch, waved his tail, and glared so furiously, that I was in doubt whether to fire, or retreat, when through the darkness rang the sharp crack of a rifle.
Gradually, his behavior grew increasingly menacing; he faced us, hunched down, and with his body fully extended, waved his tail and glared so intensely that I wasn't sure whether to shoot or back away, when suddenly, through the darkness, the sharp crack of a rifle echoed.
"That is Fritz!" exclaimed every one; while, with a fearful roar, the lion sprang to his feet, stood stock still, tottered, sank on his knees, rolled over, and lay motionless on the sand.
"That's Fritz!" everyone shouted; while, with a terrifying roar, the lion jumped up, froze in place, swayed, dropped to his knees, rolled over, and lay still on the sand.
In a few moments I landed; the dogs met me with evident tokens of pleasure, but kept whining uneasily, and looking toward the deep darkness of the woods whence the lion had come.
In a few moments, I landed; the dogs greeted me with clear signs of joy, but they kept whining nervously and looking toward the dark depths of the woods where the lion had emerged.
This behavior made me cautious; and, seeing nothing of Fritz, I lingered by the boat, when suddenly a lioness bounded from the shadow of the trees, into the light diffused by the fire.
This behavior made me cautious, and since I didn't see Fritz, I hung around the boat. Suddenly, a lioness leaped out from the shadow of the trees into the light cast by the fire.
At sight of the blazing faggots she paused, as though startled; passed with uncertain step round the outskirts of the illuminated circle; and uttered roarings, which were evidently calls to her mate, whose dead body she presently discovered.
At the sight of the burning firewood, she stopped, looking surprised; she walked unsteadily around the edge of the lit area and let out roars that clearly called for her mate, whose lifeless body she soon found.
Finding him motionless, her manner betokened the greatest concern; she touched him with her fore-paws, smelt round him, and licked his bleeding wounds. Then, raising her head, she gnashed her teeth, and gave forth the most lamentable and dreadful sound I ever heard; a mingled roar and howl, which was like the expression of grief, rage, and a vow to be revenged, all in one.
Finding him motionless, her demeanor showed the deepest worry; she touched him with her paws, smelled around him, and licked his bleeding wounds. Then, raising her head, she bared her teeth and let out the most heartbreaking and terrifying sound I’ve ever heard; a mix of roar and howl, which seemed to express grief, rage, and a promise of vengeance, all at once.
Crack! Another shot: the creature's right forepaw was lamed; and the dogs, seeing me raise my gun, suddenly gathered courage, and ran forward just as I fired. My shot also wounded the lioness, but not mortally, and the most terrific combat ensued.
Crack! Another shot fired: the creature's right front paw was injured; and the dogs, noticing me lift my gun, suddenly found their courage and charged ahead just as I pulled the trigger. My shot also hit the lioness, but it wasn't fatal, and an intense battle broke out.
It was impossible to fire again, for fear of wounding the dogs. The scene was fearful beyond description. Black night surrounded us; the fitful blaze of the fire shed a strange, unnatural light on the prostrate body of the huge dead lion, and on the wounded lioness, who fought desperately against the attack of the four gallant dogs; while the cries, roars, and groans of anguish and fury uttered by all the animals were enough to try the stoutest nerves.
It was impossible to shoot again, afraid of hurting the dogs. The scene was terrifying beyond words. The dark night surrounded us; the flickering flames of the fire cast an eerie, unnatural light on the massive dead lion's body and on the injured lioness, who struggled fiercely against the attack of the four brave dogs. The cries, roars, and sounds of pain and anger from all the animals were enough to test the strongest nerves.
Old Juno, staunch to the last, was foremost in the fray. After a time, I saw her change her plan of attack, and spring at the throat of the lioness; who, in an instant, raised her left paw, and at one blow the cruel claws had laid open the body of the dog, and destroyed the life of the true and faithful companion of so many years.
Old Juno, loyal to the end, was the first to charge into battle. After a while, I watched her change her strategy and leap at the throat of the lioness, who, in a split second, raised her left paw, and with one swipe, her sharp claws tore open the dog’s body, ending the life of the true and faithful companion of so many years.
Just then Fritz appeared. The lioness was much weakened, and we ventured to go near enough to fire with safety to ourselves; and finally I dispatched her by plunging a hunting-knife deep in her breast.
Just then Fritz showed up. The lioness was really weak, so we got close enough to shoot without putting ourselves in danger; and finally, I finished her off by driving a hunting knife deep into her chest.
Ernest and Jack were summoned from the yacht to witness the completed victory; and I regretted having left them on board, when I saw how greatly the noise and tumult had alarmed them, unable, as they were, to ascertain what was going on.
Ernest and Jack were called from the yacht to see the victory; and I regretted having left them on board when I saw how much the noise and chaos had scared them, as they couldn't figure out what was happening.
They hastened toward us in great agitation, and their joy on seeing us safe was only equaled by the grief they felt on learning the death of Juno.
They rushed toward us in a panic, and their happiness at seeing us safe was matched only by the sadness they felt upon hearing about Juno's death.
The night was now far advanced; the fire burnt low; but we piled on more wood, and, by the renewed light, drew poor Juno from between the paws of the lioness; and by the brookside, washed and bound up the torn body, wrapped it carefully in canvas, and carrying it with us on board the yacht, that it might be buried at Rockburg, whither on the following day it was our purpose to return.
The night was now well advanced; the fire had burned down low; but we added more wood, and with the renewed light, we pulled poor Juno from between the paws of the lioness. By the stream, we washed and bandaged her wounded body, wrapped it carefully in canvas, and took it with us on board the yacht so it could be buried at Rockburg, where we planned to return the next day.
Wearied and sorrowful, but full of thankfulness for our personal safety, we at length lay down to sleep, having brought all the dogs on board.
Wearied and sad, but grateful for our safety, we finally lay down to sleep after bringing all the dogs on board.
Next morning, before quitting Pearl Bay, we once more landed, that we might possess ourselves of the magnificent skins of the lion and lioness, whose visit, fatal to themselves, had caused such a commotion during the night.
Next morning, before leaving Pearl Bay, we landed once more to collect the magnificent skins of the lion and lioness whose visit, which was fatal for them, had caused such a stir during the night.
In about a couple of hours we returned to the yacht, leaving the flayed carcasses to the tender mercies of the birds of prey sure to be attracted to them.
In a couple of hours, we went back to the yacht, leaving the skinned carcasses to the mercy of the birds of prey that would surely be drawn to them.
"You must pilot us through the channel in the reef this time, Fritz," said I; adding, in a lower tone, "and then is it to be 'farewell,' my son!"
"You need to guide us through the channel in the reef this time, Fritz," I said, adding in a softer voice, "and then it will be 'goodbye,' my son!"
"Yes, dear father—Au revoir!" returned he, brightly, with a glance full of meaning, while he threw into his canoe a cushion and a fur cloak.
"Yes, dear father—Goodbye!" he replied cheerfully, with a meaningful glance, as he tossed a cushion and a fur cloak into his canoe.
"Thanks, Fritz! but I'm going to honor them with the care of my battered bones in the yacht here. You are awfully considerate though, old fellow," remarked Jack, not for a moment doubting that his brother expected him to return, as he came, beside him in the cajack.
"Thanks, Fritz! But I'm going to take care of my tired body on the yacht here. You're really thoughtful, though, my friend," Jack said, not for a second questioning that his brother expected him to come back, just like he did before, beside him in the kayak.
Fritz laughed, and commended his decision. Then springing into his skiff, he led the way toward the open sea.
Fritz laughed and praised his choice. Then, jumping into his small boat, he guided them toward the open sea.
We followed, carefully, and soon passed the reef; after which the boys were very busy with the sails, putting the vessel on the homeward course, when, waving his hand to me, Fritz turned in the opposite direction, and quickly vanished behind the point, which I afterward named Cape Farewell.
We followed closely and soon passed the reef; after that, the boys got busy with the sails, setting the ship on a course for home. Meanwhile, Fritz waved to me, turned in the opposite direction, and quickly disappeared around the point, which I later named Cape Farewell.
When missed by his brothers, I said he had a fancy to explore more of the coast, and if he found it interesting he might, instead of only a few hours, remain absent for two or three days.
When his brothers missed him, I said he wanted to explore more of the coast, and if he found it interesting, he might stay away for two or three days instead of just a few hours.
Toward evening, we sailed into Safety Bay.
Toward evening, we sailed into Safety Bay.
CHAPTER 17.
Juno's epitaph—Fritz is missing—We begin our search for him—A sperm whale—The unexpected appearance of a savage—Fritz in a dark disguise—He guides us to Fair Isle and shows us the wonders there—The stranger—Fritz shares his adventures—How he saw toucans—Faced a tiger—Lost Pounce—Found the Smoking Rock and Jenny Montrose—The stranger's story—Wolves challenge our claim to the whale—Coco joins his pack—Jack and Jenny look for the runaway—We leave Pearl Bay—A warm welcome—A visit to Falconhurst—Jack showcases our animals—The rainy season returns.
The mother and Franz, though somewhat startled by the unexpected absence of Fritz, were delighted to see us return safely, and listened with eager interest to our adventures. My wife shuddered, and scarcely suppressed an involuntary scream as she heard of our desperate encounter with the lion and his mate. Jack's danger and providential escape, too, made her tremble; and so pale did he still look, that she could scarcely believe he was uninjured.
The mother and Franz, though a bit shocked by Fritz's sudden absence, were thrilled to see us come back safely and listened with keen interest to our adventures. My wife shuddered and could barely hold back a scream when she heard about our terrifying encounter with the lion and its mate. Jack's peril and miraculous escape made her anxious as well; he looked so pale that she could hardly believe he was unharmed.
Tears came into Franz's eyes when he heard of the sad death of poor old Juno; and he inquired most tenderly whether her remains had been brought back, that they might be interred near the house which had been her home for so many years.
Tears filled Franz's eyes when he heard about the sad death of poor old Juno; he asked with great care whether her body had been brought back so that she could be buried near the house that had been her home for so many years.
Next day he saw her buried carefully; and Ernest, at his request, produced an epitaph, which was inscribed upon a slab of stone above her grave.
Next day he saw her buried with care; and Ernest, at his request, provided an epitaph, which was engraved on a stone slab above her grave.
JUNO,
A servant true lies here;
A faithful friend,
A Dog,
To all most dear;
Who met her end
Fighting right bravely in
her master's cause.
JUNO,
A loyal servant lies here;
A faithful friend,
A Dog,
To all most cherished;
Who met her end
Fighting bravely for
her master's cause.
The flesh of the wild boar and the truffles were handed over to the mother, who received them with delight, promising us therefrom many a savory dish. She would fain have had the boar's head too; but my word was pledged to Ernest that it should adorn his museum, and, though my lips watered to taste it baked in Hottentot fashion, I would not break my promise.
The wild boar meat and the truffles were given to our mother, who gladly accepted them and promised to prepare us many delicious meals. She really wanted the boar's head as well, but I had promised Ernest that it would go in his museum, and even though I was eager to try it cooked the Hottentot way, I wouldn’t go back on my word.
This splendid head, therefore, together with the lions' skins, we carried to the tannery on Whale Island, where they were cleaned and dressed.
This amazing head, along with the lions' skins, was taken to the tannery on Whale Island, where they were cleaned and treated.
Five days passed, but Fritz still remained absent. I could not conceal my anxiety, and at length determined to follow him. All were delighted at the proposal, and even the mother, when she heard that we were to sail in the pinnace, agreed to accompany us.
Five days went by, but Fritz was still missing. I couldn’t hide my worry, and eventually decided to look for him. Everyone was thrilled about the idea, and even my mom, when she found out we were going to take the small boat, agreed to join us.
The boat was stored, and on a bright morning, with a favorable breeze, we five, with the dogs, stepped aboard, and ran for Cape Minster.
The boat was stored, and on a bright morning, with a nice breeze, we five, along with the dogs, got on board and headed for Cape Minster.
Our beautiful little yacht bounded over the water gaily, and the bright sunshine and delicious sea breeze put us all in the highest spirits. The entrance of the archway was in sight, and thither I was directing the boat's course. Suddenly, right ahead, I saw a dark and shadowy mass just below the surface of the water. "A sunken rock!" I thought to myself, "and yet it is strange that I never before noticed it." I put down the helm in a moment, but a catastrophe seemed inevitable.
Our lovely little yacht bounced playfully over the water, and the bright sunshine and refreshing sea breeze lifted all our spirits. The entrance of the archway was in sight, and I was steering the boat toward it. Suddenly, right in front of us, I saw a dark, shadowy mass just beneath the surface of the water. "A sunken rock!" I thought, "but it's odd that I've never noticed it before." I quickly turned the helm, but disaster seemed unavoidable.
We surged ahead! A slight shock, and all was over! The danger was passed!
We moved forward! A quick jolt, and it was all done! The danger was gone!
I glanced astern, to look again at the dangerous spot; but the rock was gone, and, where but a moment before I had distinctly seen its great green shadow, I could now see nothing. Before we had recovered from our amazement, a shout from Jack surprised me.
I looked back to check the risky area again, but the rock had vanished, and where just a moment ago I had clearly seen its large green shadow, now there was nothing. Before we could process our shock, Jack's shout caught me off guard.
"There is another," he exclaimed, "to starboard, father!"
"There’s another one!" he shouted. "On the right, Dad!"
Sure enough, there lay, apparently, another sunken rock.
Sure enough, there was, it seemed, another submerged rock.
"The rock is moving!" shouted Franz; and a great black body emerged from the sea, while from the upper extremity rushed a column of water, which, with a mighty noise, rose upward, and then fell like rain all around. The mystery was explained; for, as the great beast emerged yet further from the water, I recognized, from its enormous size and great length of head, the cachalot whale.
"The rock is moving!" yelled Franz; and a huge dark figure appeared from the sea, while a column of water shot up from its top, making a loud noise as it climbed high and then fell like rain all around. The mystery was solved; because, as the giant creature came further out of the water, I identified it by its massive size and long head as the sperm whale.
The monster was apparently enraged at the way we had scratched his back; for, retreating to a short distance, he evidently meditated a rush upon us.
The monster was clearly furious about how we had scratched his back; for, moving back a short distance, he obviously planned to charge at us.
Fearful stories occurred to me of the savage temper of this whale, how he has been known to destroy boat after boat, and even ships, and with a feeling of desperation I sprang to one of the guns. Jack leaped to the other, and almost simultaneously we fired. Both shots apparently took effect; for the whale, after lashing the water violently for a few seconds, plunged beneath its surface, and disappeared. We kept a sharp lookout for him, for I was unwilling to lose such a valuable prize, and, reloading, stood toward the shore, in which direction he was apparently making. Presently we again sighted him in shallow water, lashing fearfully with his tail, and dyeing the waves around him with blood. Approaching the infuriate animal as nearly as I dared, we again fired.
I imagined terrifying stories about this whale's fierce temperament, how it had been known to destroy boat after boat, and even ships. Feeling desperate, I jumped to one of the guns. Jack jumped to the other, and we fired almost at the same time. Both shots seemed to hit their mark; the whale lashed the water violently for a few seconds before diving beneath the surface and disappearing. We kept a close watch for it because I didn’t want to lose such a valuable prize. Reloading, we headed toward the shore, where it seemed to be going. Soon, we spotted it again in shallow water, thrashing wildly with its tail and staining the waves around it with blood. I cautiously approached the enraged creature, and we fired again.
The struggles of the whale seemed for a few moments to become even yet more frantic, and then, with a quiver from head to tail, he lay motionless—dead!
The whale's struggles seemed to become even more frantic for a few moments, and then, with a tremor from head to tail, it lay still—dead!
The boys were about to raise the cry of victory, but checked the shout upon their very lips; for darting behind a rock they espied a canoe paddled by a tall and muscular savage, who now stood up in his skiff and appeared to be examining us attentively. Seeing that we were standing toward him, the swarthy native seized his paddle and again darted behind a rock. An awful thought now took possession of me. There must be a tribe of blacks lurking on these shores, and Fritz must have fallen into their hands. We, however, I determined should not be easily taken; and our guns were loaded and run out.
The boys were about to shout in victory but held back at the last moment; they spotted a tall, muscular native emerging from behind a rock, standing up in his canoe and closely watching us. Noticing that we were facing him, the dark-skinned man grabbed his paddle and quickly hid behind the rock again. A terrifying thought hit me. There had to be a tribe of natives hiding on these shores, and Fritz must have been captured by them. However, I decided we wouldn’t be taken easily; we loaded our guns and got ready.
Presently a dusky face appeared, peeping at us from a lofty rock; it vanished, and we saw another peeping at us from lower down. Then, again, the skiff put out as though to make a further reconnoiter. All, even Jack, looked anxious, and glanced at me for orders.
Currently, a dark face appeared, peeking at us from a high rock; it disappeared, and we saw another looking at us from lower down. Then, once more, the skiff set out as if to do another reconnaissance. Everyone, even Jack, looked worried and glanced at me for instructions.
"Hoist a white flag," said I, "and hand me the speaking-trumpet."
"Raise a white flag," I said, "and give me the megaphone."
I seized the instrument and uttered such peaceable words in the Malay language as I could recall; neither the flag nor my words seemed to produce any effect, and the savage was about to return to the shore.
I grabbed the instrument and said the calmest words I could remember in Malay; neither the flag nor my words seemed to have any effect, and the savage was about to head back to the shore.
Jack hereupon lost patience, and in his turn took up the trumpet.
Jack then lost his patience and picked up the trumpet.
"Come here, you black son of a gun," he exclaimed. "Come on board and make friends, or we'll blow you and your——"
"Come here, you black son of a gun," he shouted. "Get on board and make nice, or we'll blow you and your——"
"Stop! stop! you foolish boy," I said; "you will but alarm the man, with your wild words and gestures."
"Stop! Stop! You silly boy," I said; "you're just going to scare the man with your wild words and gestures."
"No! but, see," he cried, "he is paddling toward us!"
"No! But look," he shouted, "he's paddling over to us!"
And sure enough the canoe was rapidly approaching.
And sure enough, the canoe was getting close quickly.
Presently a cry from Franz alarmed me. "Look! look!" he shrieked, "the villain is in Fritz's cajack. I can see the walrus' head."
Currently, I was startled by Franz's shout. "Look! Look!" he yelled, "the villain is in Fritz's cajack. I can see the walrus's head."
Ernest alone remained unmoved. He took the speaking-trumpet:
Ernest was the only one who stayed calm. He picked up the speaking trumpet:
"Fritz, ahoy!" he shouted; "welcome, old fellow!"
"Fritz, hey there!" he shouted; "welcome, my friend!"
The words were scarcely out of his mouth when I, too, recognized the well-known face beneath its dusky disguise.
The words had barely left his lips when I, too, recognized the familiar face behind its dark disguise.
In another minute the brave boy was on board, and in spite of his blackened face was kissed and welcomed heartily. He was now assailed with a storm of questions from all sides: "Where had he been?" "What had kept him so long, and why had he turned blackamoor?"
In another minute, the brave boy was on board, and despite his blackened face, he was kissed and welcomed warmly. He was now bombarded with a flood of questions from all sides: "Where have you been?" "What took you so long, and why are you covered in black?"
"The last question," replied he, with a smile, "is the only one I will now answer; the others shall be explained when I give a full account of my adventures. Hearing guns fired, my mind was instantly filled with ideas of Malay pirates, for I never dreamed that you could be here in the yacht, so I disguised myself as you now see me, and came forth to reconnoiter. When you addressed me in Malay you only added to my terror, for it left not a doubt in my mind that you were pirates."
"The last question," he said with a smile, "is the only one I’ll answer right now; the others will be explained when I give a full account of my adventures. When I heard the gunshots, my mind immediately filled with thoughts of Malay pirates, because I never imagined you could be here on the yacht. So, I disguised myself like this and came out to scout the area. When you spoke to me in Malay, it only heightened my fear, leaving no doubt in my mind that you were pirates."
Having in our turn described to him our adventure with the cachalot whale, I asked him if he knew of a suitable spot for the anchorage of the yacht.
Having shared our adventure with the sperm whale, I asked him if he knew a good place to anchor the yacht.
"Certainly," he replied, casting toward me a glance full of meaning; "I can lead you to an island where there is a splendid anchorage, and which is itself well worth seeing, for it contains all sorts of strange things." And after removing the stains from his skin, and turning himself once more into a civilized being, he again sprang into his canoe and piloted us to a picturesque little island in the bay.
"Sure," he said, giving me a meaningful look. "I can take you to an island with a great anchorage, and it's definitely worth visiting because it has all kinds of unique things." After cleaning himself up and getting back to a more civilized state, he jumped into his canoe again and navigated us to a beautiful little island in the bay.
Now that there could be no doubt as to the success of Fritz's expedition, I no longer hesitated to give to my wife an account of his project, and to prepare her mind for the surprise which awaited her. She was greatly startled, as I expected, and seemed almost overcome with emotion at the idea of seeing a human being, and that being one of her own sex.
Now that there was no doubt about the success of Fritz's expedition, I didn't hesitate to tell my wife about his project and to prepare her for the surprise that awaited her. As I expected, she was really shocked and seemed almost overwhelmed with emotion at the thought of seeing another person, especially one of her own gender.
"But why," she asked, "did you not tell me of this at first? Why wait until the last moment with such joyful news?"
"But why," she asked, "didn't you tell me about this earlier? Why wait until the last minute with such exciting news?"
"I was unwilling," I replied, "to raise hopes which might never be realized: but now, thank Heaven, he has succeeded, and there is no need for concealment."
"I didn't want to raise hopes that might never happen," I replied, "but now, thank goodness, he has succeeded, and there's no need to hide anything."
The boys could not at all understand the evident air of mystery and suppressed excitement which neither their mother, Fritz, nor I could entirely conceal. They cast glances of the greatest curiosity toward the island, and as soon as the sails were furled and the anchor dropped, they sprang eagerly ashore. In a body we followed Fritz, maintaining perfect silence. Presently we emerged from the thicket through which we were passing, and saw before us a hut of sheltering boughs, at the entrance of which burned a cheerful fire.
The boys couldn't understand the obvious sense of mystery and suppressed excitement that neither their mother, Fritz, nor I could hide completely. They looked with great curiosity at the island, and as soon as the sails were stowed and the anchor was down, they jumped eagerly ashore. We followed Fritz as a group, keeping completely quiet. Soon, we came out of the thicket we had been passing through and saw a hut made of branches, with a warm fire burning at the entrance.
Into this leafy bower Fritz dived, leaving his brothers without, mute with astonishment. In another moment he emerged, leading by the hand a slight, handsome youth, by his dress apparently a young English naval officer. The pair advanced to meet us; and Fritz, with a countenance radiant with joy, briefly introduced his companion as Edward Montrose.
Into this leafy nook, Fritz jumped in, leaving his brothers outside, speechless with surprise. A moment later, he came out, holding the hand of a slight, handsome young man who, by his outfit, looked like a young English naval officer. The two approached us, and Fritz, beaming with joy, quickly introduced his friend as Edward Montrose.
"And," he continued, looking at his mother and me, "will you not welcome him as a friend and a brother to our family circle?"
"And," he went on, looking at his mother and me, "will you not welcome him as a friend and a brother to our family?"
"That will we, indeed!" I exclaimed, advancing and holding out my hands to the fair young stranger. "Our wild life may have roughened our looks and manners, but it has not hardened our hearts, I trust."
"Absolutely!" I said, stepping forward and reaching out my hands to the beautiful young stranger. "Our adventurous life may have roughened our appearance and behavior, but I hope it hasn't hardened our hearts."
The mother, too, embraced the seeming youth most heartily. The lads, and even the dogs, were not behind hand in testifying their gratification at the appearance of their new friend—the former delighted at the idea of a fresh companion, and the latter won by her sweet voice and appearance.
The mother also welcomed the apparent youth with open arms. The boys, and even the dogs, were quick to show their happiness at the arrival of their new friend—the boys excited about having a new companion, and the dogs charmed by her lovely voice and looks.
From the expression made use of by Fritz I perceived that the girl wished her sex to remain unrevealed to the rest of the party until the mother could obtain for her a costume more suited to her real character.
From Fritz's expression, I realized that the girl wanted her gender to stay hidden from the rest of the group until her mother could get her a costume that better matched who she really was.
The young men then ran down to the yacht to bring up what was necessary for supper, as well as to make preparations for a camp in which we might spend the night. This done the mother hastened to set before us a substantial meal, while the boys, anxious to make their new acquaintance feel at home among them, were doing their best to amuse her. She herself, after the first feeling of strangeness had worn off, entered fully into all their fun; and by the time they sat down to supper was laughing and chattering as gaily as any one of the rest. She admired the various dishes, tasted our mead, and, without alluding once to her previous life, kept up a lively conversation.
The young men then rushed down to the yacht to grab everything needed for dinner and to prepare a camp for the night. Once that was done, the mother quickly started serving us a hearty meal while the boys, eager to make their new friend feel comfortable, tried their best to entertain her. After the initial awkwardness faded, she joined in their fun completely; by the time they sat down for dinner, she was laughing and chatting as cheerfully as anyone else. She admired the various dishes, sampled our mead, and, without mentioning her previous life at all, kept the conversation lively.
The mere fact of meeting with any human being after so many years of isolation was in itself sufficient to raise the boys to the greatest state of excitement; but that this being should be one so handsome, so gay, so perfectly charming, seemed completely to have turned their heads; and when I gave the sign for breaking up of the feast, and their new friend was about to be led to the night quarters which had been prepared for her on board the yacht, the health of Edward Montrose was proposed, and drank in fragrant mead, amid the cheers and acclamations of all hands.
The simple fact of meeting any person after so many years of being alone was enough to get the boys incredibly excited; but the fact that this person was so handsome, cheerful, and completely charming seemed to have completely captivated them. When I signaled to wrap up the feast and their new friend was about to be taken to the sleeping quarters that had been set up for her on the yacht, a toast was made to Edward Montrose, and it was celebrated with sweet mead, amidst cheers and applause from everyone.
When she was gone, and silence had been restored, Jack exclaimed:
When she left, and silence returned, Jack said:
"Now, then, Fritz, if you please, just tell me where you came across this jolly fellow. Did you take your mysterious voyage in search of him, or did you meet him by chance? Out with your adventures, while we sit comfortably round the fire."
"Alright, Fritz, if you don’t mind, just tell me where you found this cheerful guy. Did you go on an adventurous journey to find him, or did you run into him randomly? Share your stories while we relax comfortably by the fire."
So saying, Jack cast more wood upon the blazing pile, and throwing himself down in his usual, careless fashion, prepared to listen attentively.
So saying, Jack tossed more wood onto the blazing fire and, lying down in his usual careless way, got ready to listen closely.
Fritz, after a few moments' hesitation, began:
Fritz, after a brief pause, started:
"Perhaps you remember," said he, "how, when I returned from my expedition in the cajack the other day, I struck down an albatross. None but my father at the time knew, however, what became of the wounded bird, or even thought more about it. Yet it was that albatross who brought me notice of the shipwrecked stranger and he, too, I determined should carry back a message, to cheer and encourage the sender.
"Maybe you remember," he said, "how, when I got back from my trip in the cajack the other day, I shot an albatross. At the time, only my father knew what happened to the injured bird, and no one else really cared. But it was that albatross that informed me about the shipwrecked stranger, and I decided he should take back a message to uplift and encourage the sender."
"I first, as you know, prepared my cajack to carry two persons; and then, with a heart full of hope and trust, left you and the yacht, and, with Pounce seated before me, made for the open sea. For several hours I paddled steadily on, till, the wind freshening, I thought it advisable to keep in nearer shore; that, should a regular storm arise, I might find some sheltered bay in which to weather it.
"I first, as you know, got my kayak ready to carry two people; and then, with a heart full of hope and trust, I left you and the yacht, and with Pounce sitting in front of me, headed out to the open sea. For several hours, I paddled steadily until, with the wind picking up, I thought it would be smarter to stay closer to shore so that if a real storm came up, I could find a sheltered bay to ride it out."
"It was well I did so; for, scarcely had I reached a quiet cove which promised to afford me the protection I desired than the sea appeared one mass of foam: great surging waves arose; and even in the comparative calm of the bay I felt that I was in some danger.
"It was a good thing I did that; for, barely had I arrived at a quiet cove that seemed to offer the protection I wanted than the sea turned into a huge mass of foam: massive, crashing waves started to rise; and even in the relatively calm of the bay, I sensed that I was in some danger."
"I passed the night in my cajack; and next morning, after a frugal meal of pemmican, and a draught of water from my flask, once more ventured forth. The wind had subsided, and the sea was tolerably smooth; and, keeping my eyes busily employed in seeking in every direction to detect, if possible, the slightest trace of smoke, or other sign of human life, I paddled on till noon.
"I spent the night in my kayak, and the next morning, after a simple meal of pemmican and a drink of water from my flask, I set out again. The wind had calmed down, and the sea was fairly smooth. Keeping my eyes busy searching in every direction for even the slightest hint of smoke or any sign of human life, I paddled on until noon."
"The aspect of the coast now began to change: the shores were sandy, while further inland lay dense forests, from whose gloomy depths I could ever and anon hear the fierce roar of beasts of prey, the yell of apes, the fiendish laugh of the hyena, or the despairing death cry of a hapless deer. Seldom have I experienced a greater feeling of solitude than while listening to these strange sounds, and knowing that I, in this frail canoe, was the only human being near. Giving myself up to contemplation, I rested my paddle, and allowed my cajack to drift slowly on.
"The coast was starting to look different: the shores were sandy, and further inland were dense forests, from which I could occasionally hear the fierce roar of predators, the cries of apes, the sinister laugh of hyenas, or the desperate death cry of a hapless deer. I rarely felt a deeper sense of solitude than when I heard these strange sounds, knowing that I, in this fragile canoe, was the only person around. Lost in thought, I rested my paddle and let my canoe drift slowly on."
"As I neared the shore, I noticed a large number of stranger looking birds, who would sometimes flutter round me, and then dart back again to the border of the forest, where they were feeding on what appeared to be the pepper plant; they seized the berries in their great, ponderous beaks, threw them up into the air, and then dexterously caught them in their fall. Their beaks were really something extraordinary: they looked as though they must give their owners a perpetual headache, from their immense weight. The only thing that relieved the extreme ugliness of these great appendages was their gorgeous color, which was only rivaled by the gay hue of the plumage. I wished now that I had brought home a specimen; but at the time I was so much amused by watching the grotesque antics of the birds that I did not think of obtaining one. When I left the spot, I settled in my own mind that they were toucans: was I right, Ernest?"
"As I got closer to the shore, I noticed a bunch of strange-looking birds that would occasionally flutter around me, then quickly fly back to the edge of the forest, where they were eating what seemed to be the pepper plant. They grabbed the berries with their huge, heavy beaks, tossed them into the air, and then skillfully caught them as they fell. Their beaks were truly something special: they looked like they could give their owners a constant headache because of their enormous weight. The only thing that softened the extreme ugliness of these large beaks was their bright colors, which were matched only by the vibrant hues of their feathers. I now wished I had brought home a specimen; but at the time, I was so entertained by watching the quirky behavior of the birds that I didn’t think to get one. When I left the place, I convinced myself that they were toucans: was I right, Ernest?"
The Professor, unwilling to interrupt the narrative, merely gave an oracular nod, and Fritz continued:
The Professor, not wanting to interrupt the story, just nodded knowingly, and Fritz went on:
"For some hours after this I paddled quickly on, sometimes passing the mouth of a stream, sometimes that of a broad river. Had I been merely on an exploring expedition, I should have been tempted, doubtless, to cruise a little way up one of these pathways into the forest; but now such an idea did not enter my head. On, on, on, I felt I must go, until I should reach the goal of my voyage.
"For a few hours after that, I paddled quickly, sometimes passing the mouth of a stream, sometimes a wide river. If I had been just exploring, I definitely would have been tempted to venture a bit up one of these waterways into the forest; but that thought didn’t cross my mind now. I just needed to keep moving, until I reached the destination of my journey."
"The shades of night at length drew on, and, finding a sheltered cove, I moored my cajack, and stepped on shore. You may imagine how pleasant it was to stretch my legs, after sitting for so long in the cramped position which my cajack enforces. It would not do, however, to sleep on shore; so after preparing and enjoying my supper, I returned on board, and there spent the night.
"The evening finally came, and after finding a sheltered spot, I anchored my canoe and got out. You can imagine how nice it felt to stretch my legs after being stuck in that cramped position for so long. However, it wasn't a good idea to sleep on land, so after making and enjoying my dinner, I went back on board and spent the night there."
"Next morning Pounce and I again landed for breakfast. I lit my fire, and hung before it a plump young parrot to roast. As I was so doing, I heard a slight rustle among the long grass behind me. I glanced round, and there, with glaring eyes and his great tail swaying to and fro, I saw an immense tiger.
"Next morning, Pounce and I landed again for breakfast. I started a fire and hung up a plump young parrot to roast. While I was doing that, I heard a slight rustle in the tall grass behind me. I turned around, and there, with glaring eyes and its huge tail swaying back and forth, I saw a massive tiger."
"In another moment his spring would have been made. I should have been no more, and our young guest would have been doomed to, God only knows how many, years of frightful solitude!
"In another moment, his leap would have been completed. I would have ceased to exist, and our young guest would have been condemned to, God only knows how many, years of terrifying loneliness!"
"My gun was lying by my side. Before I could have stooped to pick it up, the monster would have seized me.
"My gun was lying next to me. Before I could bend down to grab it, the monster would have taken me."
"Pounce saw and comprehended my danger: the heroic bird darted upon my enemy, and so blinded him with his flapping wings, and the fierce blows of his beak, that his spring was checked, and I had time to recover my self-possession. I seized my gun, and fired; and the brute, pierced to the heart, gave one spring, and then rolled over at my feet.
"Pounce saw and understood my danger: the brave bird swooped down on my enemy and blinded him with its flapping wings and fierce pecks, stopping his attack and giving me a moment to collect myself. I grabbed my gun and fired; the beast, struck in the heart, made one leap, and then collapsed at my feet."
"My enemy was dead; but beside him, alas! lay poor Pounce, crushed and lifeless. One blow of the great beast's paw had struck him down, never to rise again!"
"My enemy was dead; but next to him, unfortunately! lay poor Pounce, crushed and lifeless. One blow from the huge beast's paw had taken him down, never to get up again!"
Fritz's voice shook as he came to this point; and, after remaining silent for a moment or two, he continued hurriedly:
Fritz's voice trembled as he reached this point; and, after pausing for a moment or two, he quickly continued:
"With a sad and desolate feeling at my heart, I buried the faithful bird where he had met his death; and then, unable longer to continue near the spot, I returned to my cajack, and leaving the great tiger lying where he fell, paddled hastily away.
"Feeling sad and alone, I buried the loyal bird where it had died; and then, unable to stay near the place any longer, I went back to my canoe, and leaving the huge tiger where it had fallen, paddled away quickly."
"My thoughts were gloomy. I felt as though, now that my companion was gone, I could no longer continue the voyage. The albatross, I thought, may have flown for hundreds of miles before it reached me. This stranger may be on different shores from these entirely; every stroke of my paddle may be carrying me further from the blazing signal: who knows?
"My thoughts were dark. I felt like, now that my companion was gone, I couldn't keep going on this journey. The albatross, I thought, might have flown for hundreds of miles before it found me. This stranger could be on completely different shores; every stroke of my paddle might be taking me further away from the blazing signal: who knows?"
"This feeling of discouragement was not, however, to be of long duration; for in a moment more a sight presented itself, which banished all my doubts and fears, and raised me to the highest pitch of excitement.
"This feeling of discouragement didn't last long; just a moment later, something appeared that wiped away all my doubts and fears, and lifted me to the highest level of excitement."
"A high point of land lay before me. I rounded it, and beyond found a calm and pleasant bay, from whose curved and thickly wooded shores ran out a reef of rocks. From the point of this reef rose a column of smoke, steadily and clearly curling upward in the calm air. I could scarcely believe my senses, but stopped gazing at it, as though I were in a dream; then, with throbbing pulse and giddy brain, I seized my paddle, and strained every nerve to reach it.
A high point of land was in front of me. I went around it, and beyond, I discovered a calm, pleasant bay, with a reef of rocks jutting out from its curved, densely wooded shores. From the tip of that reef, a column of smoke rose steadily and clearly into the calm air. I could hardly believe my eyes, but I continued to stare at it as if I were dreaming; then, with a racing heart and a dizzy head, I grabbed my paddle and pushed myself to reach it.
"A few strokes seemed to carry me across the bay, and, securing my canoe, I leaped upon the rock, on which the beacon was blazing, but not a sign of a human being could I see. I was about to shout, for as the fire had evidently been recently piled up, I knew the stranger could not be far off; but, before I could do so, I saw a slight figure passing along the chain of rocks toward the spot on which I stood. You may all imagine my sensations.
A few strokes took me across the bay, and after tying up my canoe, I jumped onto the rock where the beacon was shining, but I couldn’t see anyone around. I was about to shout because the fire had clearly been recently built, so I knew the stranger couldn't be far away; but just before I could, I noticed a small figure moving along the chain of rocks toward where I was standing. You can all imagine how I felt.
"I advanced a few paces; and then mastering my emotion as best I could, I said in English:
"I took a few steps forward, and then, trying to control my feelings as best as I could, I said in English:"
"'Welcome, fair stranger! God, in his mercy, has heard your call, and has sent me to your aid!'
'Welcome, kind stranger! God, in His mercy, has heard your plea and has sent me to help you!'
"Miss Montrose came quickly forward——"
"Miss Montrose rushed forward——"
"Who? What?" shouted the boys, interrupting the narrative; "who came forward?" and amid a general hubbub, Ernest, rising and advancing to his brother, said in his quiet way:
"Who? What?" shouted the boys, interrupting the story; "who stepped up?" Amid the chaos, Ernest stood up and walked over to his brother, speaking softly:
"I did not like to make any remark till you actually let out the secret, Fritz, but we need no longer pretend not to see through the disguise of Edward Montrose."
"I didn't want to say anything until you actually revealed the secret, Fritz, but we can no longer pretend not to see through Edward Montrose's disguise."
Fritz, though much disconcerted by the discovery of the secret, recovered his self-possession; and, after bearing with perfect equanimity the jokes with which his brothers assailed him, joined in three cheers for their new sister, and when the confusion and laughter which ensued had subsided, continued his story:
Fritz, although quite unsettled by the discovery of the secret, regained his composure; and after handling the teasing from his brothers with complete calmness, he joined in giving three cheers for their new sister. Once the chaos and laughter that followed settled down, he continued his story:
"Miss Montrose grasped my hands warmly, and guessing from my pronunciation, I am afraid, that I was not in the habit of speaking English every day of my life, said in French:
"Miss Montrose held my hands warmly and, judging from my pronunciation, I’m afraid she realized that I didn’t speak English every day, said in French:"
"'Long, long, have I waited since the bird returned with your message. Thank God, you have come at last!'
"'I've waited a long time since the bird came back with your message. Thank God you finally arrived!'"
"Then, with tears of joy and gratitude, she led me to the shore, where she had built a hut and a safe sleeping-place, like Falconhurst on a small scale, among the branches of a tree. I was delighted with all she showed me, for indeed her hut and its fittings evinced no ordinary skill and ingenuity. Round the walls hung bows, arrows, lances, and bird-snares; while on her work-table, in boxes and cases, carved skillfully with a knife, were fish-hooks of mother-of-pearl, needles made from fish-bones, and bodkins from the beaks of birds, fishing-lines of all sorts, and knives and other tools. These latter she told me were, with a chest of wearing apparel, almost the only things washed ashore after the wreck, when three years ago she was cast alone upon this desolate coast. I marveled more and more at the wonderful way in which this girl had surmounted obstacles, the quarter of which would completely have appalled the generality of her sex. The hut itself was a marvel of skill; stout posts had been driven into the ground, with cross pieces of bamboo, to form a framework; the walls had been woven with reeds, the roof thatched with palm-leaves, and the whole plastered smoothly with clay, an open space being left in the center of the roof for a chimney to carry off the smoke of the fire.
"Then, with tears of joy and gratitude, she led me to the shore, where she had built a hut and a safe sleeping place, like Falconhurst on a smaller scale, among the branches of a tree. I was thrilled with everything she showed me because her hut and its furnishings clearly displayed extraordinary skill and creativity. Bows, arrows, lances, and bird traps hung around the walls; on her worktable, in boxes and cases, carefully carved with a knife, were mother-of-pearl fishhooks, needles made from fish bones, and bodkins from bird beaks, along with all kinds of fishing lines, knives, and other tools. She told me that these, along with a chest of clothes, were almost the only items that washed ashore after the shipwreck when she was stranded alone on this desolate coast three years ago. I continued to marvel at how this girl had overcome challenges that would have completely overwhelmed most others. The hut itself was a testament to her skill; sturdy posts were driven into the ground with crosspieces of bamboo to create a framework; the walls had been woven with reeds, the roof was thatched with palm leaves, and the entire structure was smoothly plastered with clay, leaving an open space in the center of the roof for a chimney to vent the smoke from the fire."
"As we entered, a cormorant, with a cry of anger, flew from under the table toward me, and was about to attack me fiercely. Miss Montrose called it off, and she then told me she had captured and tamed the bird soon after first landing, and since that time had contrived to train it to assist her in every conceivable way; it now not only was a pleasant companion, but brought her food of every description, fish, flesh and fowl, for whether it dived into the waters, according to its natural habit, struck down birds upon the wing, or seized rabbits and other small animals upon the land, it laid all its booty at her feet.
"As we walked in, a cormorant, squawking in anger, flew out from under the table towards me, ready to attack. Miss Montrose called it off, and then she told me she had caught and tamed the bird shortly after she first arrived. Since then, she had managed to train it to help her in every way possible; it was not just a nice companion, but also brought her all kinds of food—fish, meat, and poultry. Whether it dove into the water, like it was meant to, swooped down on birds in the air, or grabbed rabbits and other small animals on land, it brought everything it caught to her."
"Before darkness closed in, all the curiosities and ingenious contrivances of the place had been displayed—the kitchen stove, cooking utensils, skin bottles, shell plates and spoons, the fishing raft and numberless other things—and then, sitting down with my fair hostess to a most appetizing meal, she gave me a short account of her life:
"Before it got dark, all the interesting and clever gadgets in the place had been shown—the kitchen stove, cooking tools, skin bottles, shell plates and spoons, the fishing raft, and countless other items—and then, as I sat down with my lovely hostess for a really tasty meal, she shared a brief story about her life:"
"Jenny Montrose was the daughter of a British officer, who had served for many years in India, where she herself was born. At the early age of three years she lost her mother.
"Jenny Montrose was the daughter of a British officer who had spent many years in India, where she was born. She lost her mother at the young age of three."
"After the death of his wife, all the colonel's love and care was centered upon his only child; under his eye she was instructed in all the accomplishments suited to her sex; and from him she imbibed an ardent love of field sports. By the time she was seventeen, she was as much at home upon her horse in the field as in her father's drawing room. Colonel Montrose now received orders to return home with his regiment, and as for certain reasons he did not wish her to accompany him in the ship with the troops, he obtained a passage for her on board a vessel which was about to sail at the same time.
"After his wife passed away, the colonel poured all his love and attention into his only child; under his watchful eye, she learned all the skills appropriate for a woman. She also developed a strong passion for field sports from him. By the time she turned seventeen, she was just as comfortable riding her horse in the field as she was in her father's drawing room. Colonel Montrose then received orders to return home with his regiment, and for certain reasons, he didn't want her to travel with him on the ship with the troops, so he got her a spot on a vessel that was set to sail at the same time."
"The separation was extremely painful to both the old soldier and his daughter, but there was no alternative. They parted, and Miss Montrose sailed in the Dorcas for England. A week after she had left Calcutta, a storm arose and drove the vessel far out of her course; more bad weather ensued; and at length, leaks having been sprung in all directions, the crew were obliged to take to the boats. Jenny obtained a place in one of the largest of these. After enduring the perils of the sea for many days, land was sighted; and, the other boats having disappeared, an attempt was made to land. The boat was capsized, and Miss Montrose alone reached the shore. For a long time she lay upon the sand almost inanimate; but, reviving sufficiently to move, she at length obtained some shell-fish, and by degrees recovered her strength. From that time forth until I appeared she never set eyes upon a human being. To attract any passing vessel, and obtain assistance, however, she kept a beacon continually blazing at the end of the reef; and, with the same purpose in view, attached missives to the feet of any birds she could take alive in her snares. The albatross, she told me, she had kept for some time, and partially tamed; but, as it was in the habit of making long excursions on its own account, she conceived the idea of sending it also with a message, that should it by chance be seen and taken alive, it might return with an answer.
"The separation was really painful for both the old soldier and his daughter, but there was no other choice. They said goodbye, and Miss Montrose sailed on the Dorcas to England. A week after she left Calcutta, a storm hit and pushed the ship way off course; more bad weather followed, and eventually, leaks sprang up in all directions, forcing the crew to abandon ship. Jenny managed to get a spot in one of the largest lifeboats. After facing the dangers of the sea for many days, they finally spotted land; however, when the other boats had disappeared, they tried to land. The boat capsized, and Miss Montrose was the only one who made it to shore. For a long time, she lay on the sand almost lifeless; but as she regained enough strength to move, she eventually found some shellfish and gradually recovered. From that moment until I showed up, she didn’t see another person. To attract any passing ship and get help, she kept a signal fire burning at the end of the reef; and with the same goal in mind, she tied messages to the feet of any birds she could catch in her traps. She told me she had kept an albatross for a while and had partially tamed it; but since it liked to wander off on its own, she came up with the idea of sending it out with a message, hoping that if it was seen and captured, it could return with a reply."
"Next morning, having packed her belongings in the cajack, we both went on board; and bidding adieu to her well-known bay she took her seat before me, and I made for home.
Next morning, after packing her things in the car, we both got on board; and saying goodbye to her familiar bay, she sat in front of me, and I headed for home.
"We should have reached Rockburg this evening had not an accident occurred to our skiff and compelled us to put in at this island. The boat was scarcely repaired when I heard your first shots. I instantly disguised myself; and, never doubting that Malay pirates were near, came forth to reconnoiter. Glad, indeed, I was to find my fears ungrounded."
"We would have arrived in Rockburg this evening if it weren't for an accident with our boat that forced us to stop at this island. The boat was hardly fixed when I heard your first gunshots. I quickly disguised myself, and without doubting that Malay pirates were close by, I went out to scout the area. I was really relieved to discover that my fears were unfounded."
All had listened attentively to Fritz's story, but now a dreadful yawn from Franz, followed by others from Jack, Ernest, and Fritz, and a great desire on my own part to follow their example, warned me that it was time to dismiss the party for the night. Fritz retired to his cajack, the boys and I to the deck of the yacht, and the remainder of the night passed quietly away.
All had listened intently to Fritz's story, but now a loud yawn from Franz, followed by others from Jack, Ernest, and Fritz, along with my own strong urge to join in, made it clear that it was time to end the gathering for the night. Fritz went to his cabin, while the boys and I headed to the deck of the yacht, and the rest of the night passed peacefully.
Next morning, as we assembled for breakfast, I took the opportunity of begging Miss Montrose no longer to attempt to continue her disguise, but to allow us to address her in her real character.
Next morning, as we gathered for breakfast, I took the chance to ask Miss Montrose to stop trying to maintain her disguise and to let us address her in her true identity.
Jenny smiled; for she had noticed, as the young men met her when she came from the cabin, a great alteration in their manner, and had at once seen that her secret was guessed.
Jenny smiled because she had noticed, as the young men approached her when she came out of the cabin, a significant change in their behavior, and she immediately realized that they had figured out her secret.
"After all," she said, "I need not be ashamed of this attire; it has been my only costume for the last three years, and in any other I should have been unable to manage all the work which during that time has been necessary."
"After all," she said, "I shouldn’t be embarrassed by this outfit; it’s been my only wardrobe for the past three years, and in anything else, I wouldn't have been able to handle all the work that’s needed during that time."
Our pleasant meal over, I prepared to start for home, but Fritz reminded me of the cachalot, and although he confessed he should not care to repeat the operation of cutting up a whale, he thought it would be a pity to lose such a chance of obtaining a supply of spermaceti.
Our enjoyable meal finished, I got ready to head home, but Fritz reminded me about the sperm whale, and even though he admitted he wouldn’t want to go through the process of cutting up a whale again, he thought it would be a shame to miss out on the opportunity to get a supply of spermaceti.
I fully agreed with him; and embarking, we quickly reached the sandbank on which the monster lay. No sooner did we come near, than the dogs leaped ashore, and before we could follow, rushed round to the other side of the great beast; snarling, growling, and howling ensued, and when we reached the spot we found a terrific combat going on. A troop of wolves were disputing fiercely with the dogs their right to the prey. Our appearance, however, quickly settled the matter; two of the brutes already lay dead, and those that now escaped our guns galloped off. Among the pack were a few jackals, and no sooner did Coco catch sight of these, his relations, than, suddenly attracted by his instinct, he left his master's side, and in spite of our shouts and cries, joined them, and disappeared into the forest.
I completely agreed with him; and after boarding, we quickly reached the sandbank where the beast was. As soon as we got close, the dogs jumped ashore, and before we could catch up, they raced around to the other side of the huge creature; snarling, growling, and howling followed, and when we arrived at the scene, we found an intense battle happening. A pack of wolves was fiercely contesting with the dogs over their claim to the prey. However, our presence quickly resolved the issue; two of the animals were already dead, and the ones that managed to escape our guns ran off. Among the pack were a few jackals, and as soon as Coco spotted these, his relatives, he was suddenly drawn by instinct, left his master's side, and despite our shouting and calls, he joined them and vanished into the forest.
As it would have been useless and dangerous to attempt to follow the deserter into the woods, we left him alone, trusting that he would return before we again embarked. Fritz then climbed up the mountain of flesh, and with his hatchet quickly laid open the huge skull; Jack and Franz joined him,—Ernest having remained on the island, where we had left the mother and Jenny,—and with buckets assisted him to bail out the spermaceti. The few vessels we possessed were soon full, and having stored them in the yacht, we once more embarked and arrived at the little island shortly before the dinner hour.
Since it would have been pointless and risky to chase the deserter into the woods, we left him alone, hoping he would come back before we set off again. Fritz then climbed up the massive carcass and, using his hatchet, quickly opened the huge skull. Jack and Franz joined him—while Ernest stayed on the island with our mother and Jenny—and together they helped him scoop out the spermaceti with buckets. Our limited containers filled up quickly, and after storing them on the yacht, we set off again and arrived at the small island just before dinner time.
A capital meal had been prepared for us, and, when we had made ourselves presentable, we sat down to it, and related our adventures. The account of Coco's desertion was received with exclamations of surprise and sorrow. "Yet," said Jenny, after a time, "I do not think you should despair of his recovery, for animals in their native state seldom care to allow those that have been once domesticated to consort with them. My poor albatross even, though he was never thoroughly tamed, and certainly did finally desert me, yet used to return at intervals; and I am pretty sure that were you, Jack, to search the wood early to-morrow morning, you would find your pet only too willing to come back to civilized life; or, if you like, I will go myself and find him, for I should immensely like to have a paddle in the cajack all by myself."
A great meal was ready for us, and once we cleaned ourselves up, we sat down and shared our stories. The news of Coco's leaving was met with gasps of surprise and sadness. "However," Jenny said after a moment, "I don't think you should give up hope for his return, because animals in the wild usually don’t want those that were once pets to join them. My poor albatross, even though he was never fully tamed and definitely did leave me in the end, still came back from time to time; and I’m pretty sure that if you, Jack, search the woods early tomorrow morning, you’ll find your pet eager to return to civilization. Or, if you prefer, I can go find him myself, because I would really love to take a solo paddle in the cajack."
Jack was delighted at the former suggestion, and though he would not listen for a moment to Jenny's request to be allowed to go alone, he agreed, if she cared for the fun of an early cruise, to accompany her in the canoe next morning, and to return to the yacht in time to start for Rockburg.
Jack was thrilled with the first suggestion, and even though he wouldn’t hear of Jenny's request to go alone, he agreed that if she was up for the fun of an early cruise, he would join her in the canoe the next morning and return to the yacht in time to head to Rockburg.
At sunrise they were off, armed with "bait" in the shape of meat and biscuit, and a muzzle and chain which Jack had manufactured in the evening to punish the runagate for his offenses, should they catch him. Arrived at the sandbank, they landed; and, after entering the forest and shouting "Coco, Coco!" till the woods rang again, they presently espied the truant, slouching disconsolately toward them, looking very miserable and heartily ashamed of himself.
At sunrise, they set off, equipped with "bait" made of meat and biscuits, along with a muzzle and chain that Jack had crafted the night before to discipline the runaway for his misdeeds, if they managed to catch him. Once they reached the sandbank, they disembarked; and after heading into the forest and calling out "Coco, Coco!" until the woods echoed, they soon spotted the runaway, trudging sadly toward them, looking very miserable and genuinely ashamed of himself.
With torn ears, and coat ruffled and dirty, he sneaked up. There was no need to use the bait to entice him; and when the poor beast thus came, unhappy and begging forgiveness, Jack had not the heart to degrade him further with the muzzle and chain. He had evidently attempted to join his wild brethren, and by them had been scouted, worried, and hustled, as no true jackal; and, as Jenny had foretold, was now only too glad to return to bondage and to comfort.
With torn ears and a messy, dirty coat, he crept forward. There was no need to use bait to lure him in; when the poor creature came, looking sad and begging for forgiveness, Jack couldn't bring himself to humiliate him further with a muzzle and a leash. He had clearly tried to join his wild companions and had been chased off, bullied, and pushed around, not like a true jackal; and, as Jenny had predicted, he was now more than happy to come back to captivity and comfort.
Poor Coco had recovered his spirits slightly by the time the yacht was reached; and, after a hearty meal, again took his place among the dogs, whom I had little doubt he would never again desert.
Poor Coco had regained some of his spirits by the time they reached the yacht; and after a good meal, he took his place among the dogs again, which I had little doubt he would never leave behind again.
All was now bustle and activity; and breakfast over, we went aboard the yacht. Fritz and Jack stepped into the canoe; and we soon left Fair Isle and Pearl Bay far behind.
All was now busy and active; and after breakfast, we boarded the yacht. Fritz and Jack got into the canoe, and we quickly left Fair Isle and Pearl Bay far behind.
The morning was delightful. The sea, excepting for the slight ripple raised by the gentle breeze wafting us homeward, was perfectly calm. Slowly and contentedly we glided on through the wonders of the splendid archway, threaded our passage among the rocks and shoals, and passed out to the open sea. So slowly did we make our way, that the occupants of the cajack announced that they could not wait for us when they had once piloted us out from among the shoals and reefs, and plied their paddles to such good purpose that they were soon out of sight. Nautilus Bay and Cape Pug-Nose were in due time passed, however, and Shark Island hove in sight. With great astonishment Jenny gazed at our watch tower, with its guard-house, the fierce-looking guns, and the waving flag upon the heights. We landed, that she might visit the fortification; when we displayed all our arrangements with great pride. When they and the herd of lovely gazelles had been sufficiently admired, we again embarked, and steered toward Deliverance Bay. On reaching the entrance, a grand salute of twelve shots welcomed us and our fair guest to Rockburg. Not pleased with the even number, however, Ernest insisted upon replying with thirteen guns, an odd number being, he declared, absolutely necessary for form's sake.
The morning was beautiful. The sea, aside from the slight ripple caused by the gentle breeze guiding us homeward, was perfectly calm. We slowly and contentedly glided through the wonders of the magnificent archway, navigated our way among the rocks and shallows, and emerged into the open sea. We moved so slowly that the crew of the canoe announced they could not wait for us after they had piloted us away from the shoals and reefs, and they paddled off with such skill that they were soon out of sight. Eventually, we passed Nautilus Bay and Cape Pug-Nose, and Shark Island came into view. Jenny stared in amazement at our watchtower, with its guardhouse, the intimidating guns, and the waving flag on the heights. We landed so she could visit the fortress, proudly showcasing all our arrangements. After they and the herd of beautiful gazelles were thoroughly admired, we embarked again and headed towards Deliverance Bay. Upon reaching the entrance, a grand salute of twelve shots welcomed us and our lovely guest to Rockburg. Not satisfied with the even number, however, Ernest insisted on responding with thirteen guns, arguing that an odd number was necessary for tradition's sake.
As we neared the quay, Fritz and Jack stood ready to receive us, and with true politeness handed their mother and Jenny ashore. They turned and led the way to the house through the gardens, orchards, and shrubberies which lay on the rising ground that sloped gently upward to our dwelling.
As we got closer to the dock, Fritz and Jack were there to welcome us, and with genuine politeness, they helped their mother and Jenny get off the boat. They turned and guided us to the house through the gardens, orchards, and bushes that were on the gently rising land leading up to our home.
Jenny's surprise was changed to wonder as she neared the villa itself—its broad, shady balcony, its fountains sparkling in the sun, the dovecots, the pigeons wheeling above, and the bright, fresh creepers twined round the columns, delighted her. She could scarcely believe that she was still far from any civilized nation, and that she was among a family wrecked like herself upon a lonely coast.
Jenny's initial surprise turned into amazement as she got closer to the villa—its wide, shaded balcony, the fountains glistening in the sun, the dovecots, the pigeons flying overhead, and the vibrant, fresh vines wrapped around the columns thrilled her. She could hardly believe that she was still far from any civilized nation and that she was with a family just as stranded as she was on a remote coast.
Wine sparkled in the decanters, splendid pine-apples, oranges, guavas, apples, and pears resting on cool green leaves, lay heaped in pyramids upon the porcelain dishes. A haunch of venison, cold fowl, hams, and tongues occupied the ends and sides of the table, while in the center rose a vase of gay flowers, surrounded by bowls of milk and great jugs of mead. It was, indeed, a perfect feast, and the heartiness of the welcome brought tears of joy into the lovely eyes of the fair girl in whose honor it had been devised.
Wine sparkled in the decanters, while beautiful pineapples, oranges, guavas, apples, and pears were piled high on cool green leaves on the porcelain dishes. A haunch of venison, cold chicken, hams, and tongues filled the ends and sides of the table, and in the center stood a vase of bright flowers, surrounded by bowls of milk and large jugs of mead. It was truly a perfect feast, and the warmth of the welcome brought tears of joy to the lovely eyes of the fair girl for whom it had been arranged.
All were soon ready to sit down; and Jenny, looking prettier than ever in the dress for which she had exchanged her sailor's suit, took the place of honor between the mother and me. Ernest and Franz also seated themselves; but nothing would induce Fritz and Jack to follow their example. They considered themselves our entertainers, and waited upon us most attentively, carving the joints, filling our glasses, and changing the plates; for, as Jack declared to Miss Montrose, the servants had all run away in our absence, and, for the next day or two, perhaps we should be obliged to wait upon ourselves.
Everyone was soon ready to sit down, and Jenny, looking prettier than ever in the dress she'd worn instead of her sailor suit, took the seat of honor between her mother and me. Ernest and Franz sat down too, but nothing would convince Fritz and Jack to join them. They thought of themselves as our hosts and waited on us carefully, carving the meat, refilling our glasses, and switching our plates. As Jack told Miss Montrose, the servants had all left while we were away, and for the next day or so, we might have to take care of ourselves.
When the banquet was over, and the waiters had satisfied their appetites, they joined their brothers, and with them displayed all the wonders of Rockburg to their new sister. To the house, cave, stables, gardens, fields and boathouses, to one after the other did they lead her.
When the banquet was finished and the waiters had filled their stomachs, they joined their siblings and together showed all the amazing sights of Rockburg to their new sister. They took her through the house, cave, stables, gardens, fields, and boathouses, one after another.
Not a corner would they have left unnoticed, had not the mother, fearing they would tire the poor girl out, come to the rescue, and led her back to the house.
Not a corner would they have left unseen, if the mother hadn't stepped in, worried that they would wear the poor girl out, and taken her back to the house.
On the following day, after an early breakfast, we started, while it was yet cool, for Falconhurst; and as I knew that repairs and arrangements for the coming winter would be necessary, and would detain us for several days, we took with us a supply of tools, as well as baskets of provisions, and other things essential to our comfort.
On the next day, after an early breakfast, we set off while it was still cool for Falconhurst. Knowing that repairs and preparations for the upcoming winter would be needed and would keep us occupied for several days, we brought along a supply of tools, along with baskets of food and other essentials for our comfort.
The whole of our stud, excepting the ostrich, were in their paddocks near the tree; but Jack, saying that his mother and Jenny really must not walk the whole way, to the great amusement of the latter, leaped on Hurry, and fled away in front of us. Before we had accomplished one quarter of the distance, we heard the thundering tread of many feet galloping down the avenue, and presently espied our motley troop of steeds being driven furiously toward us. Storm, Lightfoot, Swift, Grumble, Stentor, Arrow and Dart were there, with Jack, on his fleet two-legged courser, at their heels. At his saddlebow hung a cluster of saddles and bridles, the bits all jangling and clanking, adding to the din and confusion, and urging on the excited animals, who thoroughly entered into the fun, and with tails in the air, ears back, and heels ever and anon thrown playfully out, seemed about to overwhelm us.
The entire group of our animals, except for the ostrich, was in their paddocks by the tree; but Jack, insisting that his mother and Jenny really shouldn’t walk the whole way, to Jenny's great amusement, jumped onto Hurry and raced ahead of us. Before we had covered even a quarter of the distance, we heard the loud thundering of many hooves rushing down the path, and soon spotted our colorful group of horses being driven rapidly towards us. Storm, Lightfoot, Swift, Grumble, Stentor, Arrow, and Dart were there, with Jack on his speedy two-legged mount right behind them. Attached to his saddle was a bunch of saddles and bridles, the bits all jangling and clanging, adding to the noise and chaos, and encouraging the excited animals, who were completely enjoying the fun, and with their tails in the air, ears back, and sometimes playfully kicking out, looked ready to sweep us away.
We stepped aside to shelter ourselves behind the trees from the furious onset; but a shout from Fritz brought the whole herd to a sudden halt, and Jack spurred toward us.
We moved aside to hide behind the trees from the intense onslaught; but a shout from Fritz made the entire herd stop suddenly, and Jack raced toward us.
"Which of the cattle shall we saddle for you, Jenny?" he shouted; "they're all as gentle as lambs, and as active as cats. Every one has been ridden by mother; and knows what a side-saddle means, so you can't go wrong."
"Which of the horses should we saddle for you, Jenny?" he shouted; "they're all as gentle as lambs and as lively as cats. Each one has been ridden by Mom and knows what a side-saddle means, so you can't go wrong."
To his great delight, Jenny quickly showed her appreciation of the merits of the steeds by picking out Dart, the fleetest and most spirited in the whole stud.
To his great delight, Jenny quickly showed her appreciation for the qualities of the horses by choosing Dart, the fastest and most spirited in the whole stable.
The ostrich was then relieved of his unusual burden, the animals were speedily equipped, and Lightfoot bearing the baskets and hampers, the whole party mounted and trotted forward. Jenny was delighted with her palfrey, and henceforward he was reserved for her special use.
The ostrich was soon freed from its unusual load, the animals were quickly prepared, and with Lightfoot carrying the baskets and hampers, the whole group got on and rode ahead. Jenny was thrilled with her horse, and from then on, it was set aside for her exclusive use.
The work at Falconhurst, as I had expected, occupied us for some time, and it was a week before we could again return to Rockburg. Yet the time passed pleasantly; for though the young men were busy from morning to night, the presence of their new companion, her lively spirits and gay conversation, kept them in constant good humor.
The work at Falconhurst, as I had expected, took us a while, and it wasn't until a week later that we could go back to Rockburg. But the time went by nicely; even though the young men were busy from morning to night, the presence of their new companion, her lively energy and cheerful conversation, kept them in good spirits.
When the repairs were all finished, we remained yet a day or two longer, that we might make excursions in various directions to bring in poultry from Woodlands, stores of acorns for the pigs, and grass, willows, and canes, to be manufactured during the winter into mats, baskets, hurdles, and hencoops.
When the repairs were all done, we stayed for another day or two so we could take trips in different directions to collect poultry from Woodlands, gather acorns for the pigs, and collect grass, willows, and canes to make mats, baskets, fences, and chicken coops during the winter.
Many a shower wetted us through during these days, and we had scarcely time to hurry back to Rockburg and house our cattle and possessions before the annual deluge began.
Many showers soaked us during these days, and we barely had time to rush back to Rockburg to shelter our cattle and belongings before the yearly flood started.
Never before had this dreary season seemed so short and pleasant; with Jenny among us, the usual feeling of weariness and discontent never appeared; the English language was quickly acquired by all hands, Fritz, in particular, speaking it so well that Jenny declared she could scarcely believe he was not an Englishman. She herself already spoke French, and therefore easily learned our native language and spoke it fluently before we were released from our captivity.
Never before had this gloomy season felt so short and enjoyable; with Jenny around, the usual sense of exhaustion and discontent never showed up. Everyone picked up English quickly, with Fritz, in particular, speaking it so well that Jenny said she could hardly believe he wasn’t English. She already spoke French, so she learned our language easily and was fluent before we were set free from captivity.
CHAPTER 18.
Spring and its tasks—The mysterious guns—Who fired them—A storm—Fritz and I scout the area—The English brig—We visit her on the yacht—Captain Littlestone—We receive a warm welcome—Mr. Wolston and his family—A serious discussion—Our guests at Rockburg—Dinner—Who's heading to Europe and who's going to New Switzerland?—The decision—Goodbye.
Many wondrous tales were told or read in turn by the boys and Jenny during the long evenings as we sat drawing, weaving, and plaiting in our cozy study. In fact this winter was a truly happy time, and when at length the rain ceased and the bright sun again smiled upon the face of nature, we could scarcely believe, as we stepped forth and once more felt the balmy breath of spring, that, for so many weeks, we had been prisoners within our rocky walls.
Many amazing stories were shared or read by the boys and Jenny during the long evenings we spent drawing, weaving, and braiding in our cozy study. In fact, this winter was a truly happy time, and when the rain finally stopped and the bright sun smiled on nature again, we could hardly believe, as we stepped outside and felt the gentle warmth of spring, that we had been stuck inside our rocky walls for so many weeks.
All was once more activity and life; the duties in field, garden, and orchard called forth the energy of the lads, while their mother and sister found abundant occupation in the poultry yard and house.
Everything was filled with activity and life again; the tasks in the field, garden, and orchard energized the boys, while their mother and sister kept busy in the poultry yard and house.
Our various settlements and stations required attention. Falconhurst, Woodlands, Prospect Hill, Shark and Whale Islands were in turn visited and set in order. The duty of attending to the island battery fell to Jack and Franz.
Our various settlements and stations needed attention. Falconhurst, Woodlands, Prospect Hill, Shark, and Whale Islands were visited and organized in turn. Jack and Franz were responsible for taking care of the island battery.
They had been busy all day repairing the flagstaff, rehoisting the flag, and cleaning and putting into working order the two guns.
They had been busy all day fixing the flagpole, raising the flag again, and cleaning and getting the two guns ready for use.
Evening was drawing on and our day's work over; the rest of us were strolling up and down upon the beach, enjoying the cool sea breeze. They loaded and ran out their guns, and paddling off with an empty tub in the cajack, placed it out at sea as a mark for practice. They returned and fired, and the barrel flew in pieces, and then, with a shout of triumph, they cleaned the guns and ran them in.
Evening was approaching and our day's work was done; the rest of us were walking up and down the beach, enjoying the cool sea breeze. They loaded and set up their guns, and paddling off with an empty tub in the cajack, placed it out at sea as a target for practice. They came back and fired, and the barrel shattered into pieces, and then, with a shout of victory, they cleaned the guns and brought them in.
Scarcely had they done so when, as though in answer to their shots, came the sound of three guns booming across the water from the westward.
Scarcely had they done that when, as if in response to their gunfire, the sound of three cannons echoed across the water from the west.
We stopped, speechless. Was it fancy? Had we really heard guns from a strange ship? Or had the boys again fired? No! there were the lads leaping into their canoe and paddling in hot haste toward us. They, too, had heard the sound.
We stopped, speechless. Was it something fancy? Had we really heard gunshots from a strange ship? Or had the boys fired again? No! There were the guys jumping into their canoe and paddling quickly toward us. They, too, had heard the noise.
A tumult of feelings rushed over us—anxiety, joy, hope, doubt, each in turn took possession of our minds. Was it a European vessel close upon our shores, and were we about to be linked once more to civilized life? Or did those sounds proceed from a Malay pirate, who would rob and murder us! What was to be the result of meeting with our fellow beings; were they to be friends who would help us, enemies who would attack us, or would they prove unfortunate creatures in need of our assistance? Who could tell?
A whirlwind of emotions hit us—anxiety, joy, hope, doubt—each one taking over our thoughts in turn. Was it a European ship just off our coast, and were we about to reconnect with civilized life? Or were those sounds coming from a Malay pirate ready to rob and kill us? What would happen when we met other people; would they be friends willing to help us, enemies ready to attack, or unfortunate souls in need of our help? Who could know?
Before we could express these thoughts in words the cajack had touched the shore, and Jack and Franz were among us.
Before we could put these thoughts into words, the boat had reached the shore, and Jack and Franz were with us.
"Did you hear them? Did you hear them?" they gasped. "What shall we do? Where shall we go?"
"Did you hear them? Did you hear them?" they gasped. "What should we do? Where should we go?"
"O Fritz," continued my youngest son, "it must be a European ship. We shall find her. We shall see our Fatherland once more," and in an emotion of joy he grasped his brother's hands.
"O Fritz," my youngest son continued, "it has to be a European ship. We’ll find it. We’ll see our homeland again," and with a rush of joy, he grabbed his brother's hands.
Till then I knew not what a craving for civilized life had been aroused in the two young men by the appearance of their European sister.
Till then I had no idea how much a longing for civilized life had been stirred in the two young men by the presence of their European sister.
All eyes were turned toward me. What would I advise?
All eyes were on me. What should I say?
In the greatest excitement we returned to the house, all talking eagerly, and till late no one could be persuaded to retire to rest.
In our excitement, we rushed back to the house, all talking eagerly, and no one could be convinced to go to bed until late.
Few slept that night. The boys and I took it in turn to keep watch from the veranda, lest more signals might be fired, or a hostile visit might be paid us. But about midnight the wind began to rise, and before we reassembled to discuss our plans a fearful storm was raging; so terrific was the sea that I knew no boat could live, and had a broadside been fired at the entrance of the bay we should not have heard it through the howling of the blast. For two days and two nights the hurricane continued, but on the third day the sun again appeared, and, the wind lulling, the sea went rapidly down. Full of anxiety, I readily complied with the boys' desire to put off to Shark Island and discharge the guns; for who could tell what had been the result of the gale; perhaps the vessel had been driven upon the rocky shore, or, fearing such a fate, she had left the coast and weathered the storm out at sea; if so, she might never return.
Few people slept that night. The boys and I took turns keeping watch from the porch, in case more signals were fired or if anyone hostile tried to visit us. But around midnight, the wind started to pick up, and by the time we regrouped to talk about our plans, a terrifying storm was in full force; the sea was so rough that I knew no boat could survive it, and if a cannon had been fired at the entrance of the bay, we wouldn't have heard it over the howling wind. The hurricane lasted for two days and two nights, but on the third day, the sun reappeared, and as the wind died down, the sea quickly calmed. Feeling worried, I agreed to the boys' wish to head to Shark Island and fire the guns; who knew what the storm had done? The ship might have crashed on the rocky shore, or, fearing that outcome, it might have left the coast and weathered the storm at sea; if that was the case, it might never come back.
With these thoughts I accompanied Jack and Franz to the fort. One—two—we fired the guns and waited.
With these thoughts, I went with Jack and Franz to the fort. One—two—we fired the guns and waited.
For some minutes there was no reply, and then an answering report rolled in the distance. There was no longer room for doubt; the strangers were still in the vicinity, and were aware of our presence. We waved the flag as a signal to those on shore that all was well, and quickly returned. We found the whole family in a state of the greatest excitement, and I felt it necessary to calm them down as much as possible, for neither could I answer the questions with which I was besieged, nor could I conceal the fact that the visit of the vessel might not prove so advantageous as they expected.
For a few minutes, there was no response, and then a distant echo came back. There was no doubt left; the strangers were still nearby and knew we were there. We waved the flag as a signal to those on shore that everything was okay and quickly came back. We found the whole family extremely excited, and I felt it was necessary to calm them down as much as I could, because I couldn't answer the barrage of questions they had for me, nor could I hide the fact that the visit from the ship might not turn out to be as beneficial as they hoped.
Fritz and I at once prepared to make a reconnoitre; we armed ourselves with our guns, pistols, and cutlasses, took a spyglass, seated ourselves in the cajack, and with a parting entreaty from the mother to be cautious, paddled out of the bay and round the high cliffs on our left. For nearly an hour we advanced in the direction from which the reports of the guns seemed to proceed. Nothing could we see, however, but the frowning rocks and cliffs, and the waves beating restlessly at their base. Cape Pug-Nose was reached, and we began to round the bluff old point. In a moment all our doubts were dispelled, and joy and gratitude to the Great Giver of all good filled our hearts. There, in the little sheltered cove beyond the cape, her sails furled, and anchor dropped, lay a brig of war with the English colors at her masthead.
Fritz and I immediately got ready to explore; we armed ourselves with our guns, pistols, and cutlasses, grabbed a spyglass, settled into the cajack, and with a final plea from our mother to be careful, paddled out of the bay and around the tall cliffs on our left. For almost an hour, we headed toward the direction where the gunfire seemed to be coming from. However, all we could see were the steep rocks and cliffs, and the waves crashing relentlessly at their base. We reached Cape Pug-Nose and began to go around the old bluff point. In an instant, all our doubts vanished, and joy and gratitude to the Great Giver of all blessings filled our hearts. There, in the small sheltered cove beyond the cape, with her sails furled and anchor dropped, lay a war brig flying the English colors at her masthead.
With the glass I could discern figures upon the deck, and upon the shore beyond several tents pitched under the shelter of the trees, and the smoke of fires rising among them. As I handed the glass to Fritz, I felt a sudden misgiving. "What," said I to myself, "can this English vessel be doing thus far from the usual track of ships?" and I called to mind tales of mutinous crews who had risen against their officers, have chosen some such sheltered retreat as this; have disguised the vessel, and then sailed forth to rob and plunder upon the high seas.
With the binoculars, I could make out figures on the deck and tents set up in the trees on the shore beyond, with smoke from fires rising among them. As I passed the binoculars to Fritz, I felt a sudden unease. "What," I thought to myself, "could this English ship be doing so far off the usual shipping routes?" and I recalled stories of mutinous crews who had turned against their officers, taken shelter in a place like this, disguised their ship, and then set out to rob and plunder on the open seas.
Fritz then exclaimed: "I can see the captain, father; he is speaking to one of the officers, and I can see his face quite well; he is English, I am certain he is English, and the flag speaks the truth!" and he put the glass again in my hand that I might see for myself.
Fritz then exclaimed, "I can see the captain, Dad; he's talking to one of the officers, and I can see his face really clearly. He's English; I’m sure he’s English, and the flag confirms it!" He then handed the glass back to me so I could see for myself.
Still keeping under the shelter of the cliff, I carefully surveyed the vessel. There was no doubt that Fritz was right, and my fears were once more dispelled; all was neatness and regularity on board; the spotless decks, the burnished steel and brass, and the air of perfect order which pervaded both ship and camp, betokened that authority and discipline there reigned. For some minutes longer we continued our examination of the scene, and then, satisfied by the appearance of the camp on shore that there was no chance of the brig quitting the coast for several days, we resolved to return without betraying our presence, for I was unwilling to appear before these strangers until we could do so in better form, and in a manner more in accordance with our actual resources.
Still taking shelter under the cliff, I carefully looked over the ship. There was no doubt that Fritz was right, and my worries faded once again; everything on board was neat and orderly. The immaculate decks, the shiny steel and brass, and the overall sense of perfect organization that filled both the ship and the camp showed that authority and discipline were in charge. We spent a few more minutes examining the scene, and then, reassured by the look of the camp on shore that the brig wouldn’t be leaving the coast for several days, we decided to head back without revealing our presence. I didn’t want to face these strangers until we could do it in a better way that matched our actual resources.
We again landed at Rockburg, where our family awaited our arrival in eager expectation, and as fully as possible we told them of all we had seen. They thoroughly approved of our caution, and even Jenny, whose hopes had been excited to the highest pitch by our description of the English vessel, and who longed to meet her countrymen once more, agreed to postpone the visit until the following day, when, having put our yacht into good order, we might pay our respects to the captain, not as poor shipwrecked creatures begging assistance, but as lords and masters of the land, seeking to know for what purpose strangers were visiting the coast.
We landed back in Rockburg, where our family was eagerly waiting for us, and we shared everything we had experienced as best as we could. They completely supported our caution, and even Jenny, whose excitement had been at its peak from our description of the English ship and who was eager to see her fellow countrymen again, agreed to wait until the next day for the visit. That way, after getting our yacht in good shape, we could introduce ourselves to the captain—not as unfortunate shipwrecked people asking for help, but as the owners of the land, seeking to understand why strangers were visiting the coast.
The rest of the day was occupied in making our preparations. Our dainty little craft was made to look her very best; her decks were scrubbed, her brass guns burnished, all lumber removed and put ashore, and the flag of England hoisted to her peak. The mother overhauled our wardrobes, and the neatest uniforms were put ready for the boys and me, for though neither my wife nor Jenny had ever dreamed of appearing otherwise than they would have done had they been at home among civilized people in Europe, yet we, accustomed daily to rough and often even dirty work, had adopted just that custom which best suited our comfort and inclination. We should indeed have surprised the smart man-o'-war's men, had we appeared in our great, shapeless, wide-brimmed hats, our linen coats and trousers, our broad leathern belts and hairy buskins; so we next day readily donned the more becoming costumes.
The rest of the day was spent getting everything ready. Our little boat was made to look her best; we scrubbed the decks, polished the brass guns, cleared away all the clutter, and raised the flag of England. Mom went through our clothes, and the neatest uniforms were set aside for the boys and me. Although neither my wife nor Jenny ever thought of dressing differently than they would have at home among civilized people in Europe, we had gotten used to rough and often dirty work, which led us to adopt a style that suited our comfort and preferences. We definitely would have surprised the sharp-looking sailors if we had shown up in our big, baggy wide-brimmed hats, linen coats and trousers, wide leather belts, and hairy boots; so the next day, we gladly put on the sharper outfits.
At the break of that eventful morn, when we were destined once more to set our eyes upon our fellow-men, and to hear news of the outer world, from which for so many years we had been exiled, we assembled in our little breakfast room. The meal was eaten hurriedly and almost in silence, for our hearts were too full, and our minds too busily occupied, to allow of any outward display of excitement. Fritz and Jack then slipped quietly out, and presently returned from the garden with baskets of the choicest fruits in fresh and fragrant profusion, and with these, as presents for the strangers, we went on board our yacht.
At the break of that eventful morning, when we were about to see our fellow humans again and hear news from the outside world, from which we had been exiled for so many years, we gathered in our cozy breakfast room. The meal was eaten quickly and almost in silence, because our hearts were too full and our minds too preoccupied for any outward expression of excitement. Fritz and Jack then quietly slipped out and soon returned from the garden with baskets overflowing with the finest, freshest fruits. With these, as gifts for the strangers, we went on board our yacht.
The anchor was weighed, the sails set, and with the canoe in tow the little vessel, as though partaking of our hopes and joyous expectation, bounded merrily over the waters of Safety Bay, gave a wide berth to the Reef, against whose frowning rocks the sea still lashed itself to foam, and kept away from the cove, where the English ship unconsciously awaited us. The Pug-Nosed Cape was reached, and, to the surprise and utter amazement of the strangers, we rounded the point and brought up within hail. Every eye on board and on shore was turned toward us, every glass was produced and fixed upon our motions; for of all the strange sights which the gallant crew may have looked for, such an anomaly as a pleasure yacht, manned by such a party as ours, and cruising upon this strange and inhospitable shore, was the furthest from their thoughts.
The anchor was dropped, the sails were unfurled, and with the canoe in tow, the little boat, as if sharing in our hopes and excitement, happily glided over the waters of Safety Bay, steering clear of the Reef, where the sea still crashed against the jagged rocks in a frothy display, and staying away from the cove where the English ship unknowingly waited for us. We reached Pug-Nosed Cape, and to the shock and amazement of the onlookers, we turned the corner and came within shouting distance. Every person on board and on shore was focused on us, every pair of binoculars was brought out and aimed at our movements; because out of all the unusual sights the brave crew might have expected, seeing a pleasure yacht crewed by a group like ours cruising along this strange and unwelcoming coast was the last thing on their minds.
Fritz and I stepped into our boat and pulled for the brig. In another minute we were upon her deck. The captain, with the simple frankness of a British seaman, welcomed us cordially, and having led us into his cabin, begged us to explain to what good fortune he owed a visit from residents upon a coast generally deemed uninhabited, or the abode of the fiercest savages.
Fritz and I got into our boat and rowed over to the brig. In just a minute, we were on her deck. The captain, with the straightforward honesty of a British sailor, warmly welcomed us and, after leading us into his cabin, asked us to explain what good luck had brought residents from a coast usually considered uninhabited or the home of the most brutal savages.
I gave him an outline of the history of the wreck, and of our sojourn upon these shores, and spoke to him, too, of Miss Montrose, and of the providential way in which we had been the means of rescuing her from her lonely position.
I shared an overview of the history of the wreck and our time spent on these shores, and I also talked to him about Miss Montrose and how we had miraculously helped her escape her lonely situation.
"Then," said the gallant officer, rising and grasping Fritz by the hand, "let me heartily thank you in my own name, and in that of Colonel Montrose; for it was the hope of finding some trace of that brave girl that led me to these shores. The disappearance of the Dorcas has been a terrible blow to the colonel, and yet, though for three years no word of her or any of those who sailed in her has reached England, he has never entirely abandoned all hope of again hearing of his daughter. I knew this, and a few weeks ago, when I was about to leave Sydney for the Cape, I found three men who declared themselves survivors of the Dorcas and said that their boat, of four which left the wreck, was the only one which, to their knowledge, reached land in safety. From them I learned all particulars, and applying for permission to cruise in these latitudes, I sailed in hopes of finding further traces of the unfortunate crew. My efforts have been rewarded by unlooked-for success."
"Then," said the brave officer, standing up and shaking Fritz's hand, "let me sincerely thank you on my behalf and on behalf of Colonel Montrose; it was the hope of finding some sign of that courageous girl that brought me to these shores. The disappearance of the Dorcas has been a devastating blow to the colonel, and yet, even though no news of her or any of those who sailed on her has reached England for three years, he has never completely lost hope of hearing about his daughter again. I was aware of this, and a few weeks ago, as I was preparing to leave Sydney for the Cape, I met three men who claimed to be survivors of the Dorcas and said that their boat, one of the four that left the wreck, was the only one that, to their knowledge, made it to land safely. From them, I learned all the details, and after applying for permission to cruise in these waters, I set sail in hopes of finding more signs of the unfortunate crew. My efforts have been unexpectedly successful."
Fritz replied most modestly to the praises which he received, and then the captain begged to be introduced to my wife and Miss Montrose.
Fritz humbly responded to the compliments he got, and then the captain asked to be introduced to my wife and Miss Montrose.
"And," he continued, "if it be not contrary to your rules of discipline for the whole ship's company to be absent at once, I will now send a boat for the remainder of your party."
"And," he continued, "if it doesn’t go against your rules for the entire crew to be away at the same time, I will send a boat for the rest of your group now."
One of the officers was accordingly dispatched to the yacht with a polite message, and the mother, Jenny, and the boys were presently on board.
One of the officers was sent to the yacht with a polite message, and soon the mother, Jenny, and the boys were on board.
Our kind host greeted them most warmly, and he and his officers vied with one another in doing us honor. They proved, indeed, most pleasant entertainers, and the time passed rapidly away. At luncheon the captain told us that there had sailed with him from Sydney an invalid gentleman, Mr. Wolston, his wife, and two daughters; but that, though the sea voyage had been recommended on account of his health, yet it had not done Mr. Wolston so much good as had been anticipated, and he had suffered so greatly from the effects of the storm, which had driven the Unicorn into the bay for repairs, that he had been eager to rest for a short time on land.
Our generous host welcomed them warmly, and he and his officers competed with each other to honor us. They were truly delightful hosts, and the time flew by. During lunch, the captain informed us that accompanying him from Sydney was an ill gentleman, Mr. Wolston, along with his wife and two daughters. However, even though the sea voyage had been recommended for his health, it hadn't helped Mr. Wolston as much as expected, and he had suffered so much from the storm that forced the Unicorn into the bay for repairs that he was eager to rest on land for a while.
We were anxious to meet the family, and in the afternoon it was decided that we should pay them a visit. Tents had been pitched for their accommodation under the shady trees, and when we landed we found Mr. Wolston seated by one of them, enjoying the cool sea breeze. He and his family were delighted to see us, and so much did we enjoy their society, that evening found us still upon the shore. It was too late then to return to Rockburg, and the captain kindly offered tents for the accommodation of those who could not find room in the yacht. The boys spent the night on land.
We were eager to meet the family, and in the afternoon, we decided to pay them a visit. Tents had been set up for them under the shady trees, and when we arrived, we found Mr. Wolston sitting by one of the tents, enjoying the cool sea breeze. He and his family were thrilled to see us, and we enjoyed their company so much that we ended up staying on the shore until evening. By then, it was too late to head back to Rockburg, and the captain kindly offered tents for those who couldn’t find space on the yacht. The boys spent the night on land.
That night I had a long and serious consultation with my wife, as to whether or not we really had any well grounded reason for wishing to return to Europe. It would be childish to undertake a voyage thither simply because an opportunity offered for doing so.
That night, my wife and I had a long and serious talk about whether we actually had any solid reason to want to go back to Europe. It would be silly to take a trip just because the chance came up.
Neither knew to what decision the feelings of the other inclined; each was afraid of expressing what might run counter to those feelings; but gradually it began to appear that neither entertained any strong wish to leave the peaceful island; and finally we discovered that the real wish which lay at the bottom of both our hearts was to adopt New Switzerland as thenceforward our home.
Neither knew how the other truly felt; each was hesitant to reveal anything that might contradict those feelings. Slowly, it became clear that neither of us really wanted to leave the peaceful island. Eventually, we realized that the deep-down desire in both our hearts was to make New Switzerland our home from then on.
What can be more delightful than to find harmony of opinion in those we love, when a great and momentous decision has to be taken?
What could be more wonderful than discovering agreement among those we love when a big and important decision needs to be made?
My dear wife assured me that she desired nothing more earnestly than to spend the rest of her days in a place to which she had become so much attached, provided I, and at least two of her sons, also wished to remain.
My dear wife assured me that she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her days in a place she had grown so fond of, as long as I, and at least two of our sons, also wanted to stay.
From the other two she would willingly part, if they chose to return to Europe, with the understanding that they must endeavor to send out emigrants of a good class to join us, and form a prosperous colony, adding that she thought the island ought to continue to bear the name of our native country, even if inhabited in future time by colonists from England, as well as from Switzerland.
From the other two, she would gladly part ways if they decided to go back to Europe, with the condition that they would try to send over quality emigrants to join us and help create a successful colony. She also mentioned that she believed the island should still carry the name of our homeland, even if it were in the future settled by colonists from both England and Switzerland.
Then came the question as to which of our sons were best suited to remain with us, and which to go away.
Then came the question of which of our sons was best suited to stay with us and which should go away.
This point we left undecided, thinking that in the course of a few days they would probably make a choice of their own accord, which they did, even sooner than we anticipated.
This point was left unresolved, as we thought that in a few days they would likely make a decision on their own, which they did, even sooner than we expected.
After breakfast, it was proposed that Captain Littlestone should bring his ship round to Safety Bay, that we might receive a visit from him and his party, at Rockburg—where we invited the invalid, Mr. Wolston, and his family, in hopes that his health might benefit by a comfortable residence on shore.
After breakfast, it was suggested that Captain Littlestone should bring his ship over to Safety Bay, so we could host him and his party at Rockburg—where we invited the ailing Mr. Wolston and his family, hoping that being on land in a comfortable setting would help improve his health.
No sooner was this plan adopted, than Fritz and Jack hurried off in the canoe to prepare for their reception, being followed in more leisurely style by the brig and our yacht.
No sooner was this plan agreed upon than Fritz and Jack quickly took the canoe to get ready for their arrival, with the brig and our yacht following at a more relaxed pace.
But what words can express the amazement of our guests, when, rounding the Rocky Cape at the entrance, Safety Bay, the beautiful domain of Rockburg lay before them.
But what words can express the amazement of our guests when, rounding the Rocky Cape at the entrance, Safety Bay, the beautiful area of Rockburg, lay before them.
Still greater was their astonishment, as a salute of eleven guns boomed from the battery on Shark Island, where the royal standard of England was displayed and floated majestically on the morning breeze.
Their astonishment grew even more as a salute of eleven guns thundered from the battery on Shark Island, where the royal flag of England was proudly displayed and waved in the morning breeze.
A glow of surprise and pleasure beamed on every countenance, and poor Wolston's spirits appeared to revive with the very idea of peace and happiness to be enjoyed in such a home.
A look of surprise and happiness lit up every face, and poor Wolston seemed to perk up at the thought of finding peace and joy in such a home.
He was carried on shore with the utmost care and tenderness, and comfortably established in my room, a camp-bed for Mrs. Wolston being added to the furniture there, that she might be able conveniently to attend on her husband.
He was brought ashore with great care and kindness and was comfortably settled in my room, with a camp bed for Mrs. Wolston added to the furniture so she could easily take care of her husband.
However, as a visit to Falconhurst was projected, the company was at length induced to be seated, and to partake of our good cheer, but the spirit of restlessness soon returned, and the young people kept roaming about through our hitherto quiet lawns, avenues, and shrubberies, until I was ready to believe their number three times what it actually was.
However, as a visit to Falconhurst was planned, the group eventually settled down and enjoyed our hospitality, but the restlessness quickly returned, and the young people kept wandering around our previously peaceful lawns, pathways, and bushes, until I was convinced their number was three times what it really was.
Toward evening the universal excitement began to abate, and the party assembled for supper with tolerable composure.
Toward evening, the overall excitement started to fade, and the group gathered for dinner with a decent level of calm.
Mr. Wolston was able to join us, as the rest he had enjoyed, and the pleasure inspired by the hope of a residence among us, seemed to have given him new life. This wish he now distinctly expressed in his own name, and in that of his wife; inquiring what our intentions were, and proposing, if agreeable to us, that they, with their eldest daughter, whose health, like his own, was delicate, should make a long stay on the island, while the younger daughter went for the present to her brother at the Cape of Good Hope.
Mr. Wolston was able to join us, having enjoyed the rest he had, and the excitement of possibly living among us seemed to have revitalized him. He clearly stated this wish both for himself and his wife, asking about our plans and suggesting that if it was okay with us, they, along with their eldest daughter, whose health was fragile like his, should stay on the island for an extended period while their younger daughter went to stay with her brother at the Cape of Good Hope for now.
In the event of his ultimately deciding to settle altogether among us, Mr. Wolston would propose that his son should leave the Cape, and join our colony.
In case he decides to settle down with us permanently, Mr. Wolston would suggest that his son leave the Cape and move to our colony.
With sincere satisfaction I welcomed this proposal, saying that it was my wish and that of my wife to remain for the rest of our days in New Switzerland.
With genuine pleasure, I accepted this proposal, stating that my wife and I wanted to spend the rest of our lives in New Switzerland.
"Hurrah for New Switzerland!"
"Cheers for New Switzerland!"
"New Switzerland forever!" shouted the whole company enthusiastically, as they raised their glasses, and made them touch with a musical ring, which so expressively denotes a joyful unanimity of sentiment.
"New Switzerland forever!" shouted the entire group excitedly, as they raised their glasses and clinked them together with a cheerful sound, which clearly showed their shared joy and agreement.
"Prosperity to New Switzerland: long may she flourish;" echoed on all sides.
"Success to New Switzerland: may she thrive for a long time;" echoed all around.
"Won't somebody wish long life and prosperity to those who go away?" inquired Jenny, with a pretty, arch look. "Much as I long to return to England and my father, my inclination will waver if all the cheers are for New Switzerland!"
"Won't someone wish a long life and success to those who are leaving?" Jenny asked, with a charming, playful expression. "As much as I want to go back to England and see my father, I'll hesitate if all the cheers are for New Switzerland!"
"Three cheers for England and Colonel Montrose," cried Fritz; "success and happiness to us who return to Europe!" and while the vaulted roofs rang with the cheering elicited by this toast, a glance from Jenny showed him how much she thanked him for appreciating her wish, to return to her father, notwithstanding her attachment to our family.
"Three cheers for England and Colonel Montrose!" shouted Fritz. "Here’s to success and happiness for us as we head back to Europe!" As the cheers echoed off the vaulted ceilings in response to his toast, a look from Jenny expressed her gratitude for his understanding of her desire to return to her father, despite her bond with our family.
"Well," said I, when silence was restored, "since Fritz resolves to go to England, he must undertake for me the duty of bringing happiness to a mourning father by restoring to him this dear daughter, whom I have been ready to regard as my own, by right of her cast on the shores of my island.
"Well," I said, when the silence ended, "since Fritz has decided to go to England, he has to take on the responsibility of bringing happiness to a grieving father by returning this dear daughter to him, someone I've been ready to treat as my own, because she was washed up on the shores of my island."
"Ernest chooses to remain with me. His mother and I rejoice heartily in this decision, and promise him all the highest scientific appointments in our power to bestow.
"Ernest chooses to stay with me. His mother and I are really happy about this decision and promise him all the top scientific positions we can offer."
"And now what is Jack's choice? The only talent I can say he possesses is that of a comic actor, and to shine on the stage he must needs go to Europe."
"And now what choice does Jack have? The only talent I can say he has is that of a comedian, and to succeed on stage, he really needs to go to Europe."
"Jack is not going to Europe, however," was his reply. "He means to stay here, and when Fritz is gone he will be the best rider and the best shot in New Switzerland, which is the summit of his ambition.
"Jack isn't going to Europe, though," was his reply. "He plans to stay here, and when Fritz leaves, he'll be the best rider and the best shot in New Switzerland, which is the peak of his ambition."
"The fact is," he continued, laughing, "I rather stand in awe of their European schools, and should expect to find myself caught and clapped into one if I ventured too near them."
"The truth is," he added with a laugh, "I actually admire their European schools and would probably get swept up and stuck in one if I got too close."
"A good school is exactly what I want," said Franz. "Among a number of students there is some emulation and enthusiasm, and I shall have a chance of rising in the world."
"A good school is exactly what I want," said Franz. "Being around a group of students creates some competition and excitement, and I'll have the opportunity to succeed in life."
"Fritz will probably return here some day; but it might be well for one member of the family to go home with the intention of remaining there altogether, and as I am the youngest I could more easily than the rest adapt myself to a different life. My father, however, will decide for me."
"Fritz will likely come back here someday; but it might be a good idea for someone in the family to go home with the plan of staying there completely, and since I'm the youngest, I could probably adjust to a different life more easily than the others. However, my dad will make the final decision for me."
"You may go, my dear son," I replied; "and God bless all our plans and resolutions. The whole earth is the Lord's, and where, as in his sight, you lead good and useful lives, there is your home.
"You can go now, my dear son," I said; "and may God bless all our plans and resolutions. The whole earth belongs to the Lord, and wherever, as He sees it, you lead good and meaningful lives, that is your home."
"And now that I know your wishes, the only question is whether Captain Littlestone will kindly enable you to carry them out?"
"And now that I know what you want, the only question is whether Captain Littlestone will be willing to help you make it happen?"
All eyes were fixed eagerly upon him, and after a moment's pause the gallant officer spoke as follows:
All eyes were eagerly focused on him, and after a brief pause, the brave officer said:
"I think my way in this matter is perfectly clear, and I consider that I have been providentially guided to be the means of once more placing this family in communication with their friends and with the civilized world.
"I believe my approach in this situation is completely clear, and I think I've been guided by fate to help reconnect this family with their friends and the modern world."
"My orders were to search for a shipwrecked crew.
"My orders were to look for a shipwrecked crew."
"Survivors from two wrecks have been discovered.
"Survivors from two shipwrecks have been found."
"Three passengers express a wish to leave my ship here, instead of at the Cape, while, at the same time, I am requested to give to three persons a passage to England.
"Three passengers want to get off my ship here instead of at the Cape, while at the same time, I'm asked to give three people a ride to England."
"Could anything suit better? I am most willing to undertake the charge of those who may be committed to my care.
"Could anything be more fitting? I'm more than happy to take on the responsibility for those who may be entrusted to my care."
"Every circumstance has been wonderfully ordered and linked together by Divine Providence, and if England gains a prosperous and happy colony, it will prove a fitting clasp to this fortunate chain of events. Three cheers for New Switzerland!"
"Every situation has been expertly arranged and connected by Divine Providence, and if England establishes a successful and thriving colony, it will be a perfect addition to this lucky series of events. Three cheers for New Switzerland!"
After this nothing was thought of but making preparations for the departure of the dear ones bound for England. Captain Littlestone allowed as much time as he could spare; but it was necessarily short, so that incessant movement and industry pervaded the settlement for several days.
After this, everyone focused on getting ready for the departure of the loved ones heading to England. Captain Littlestone gave as much time as he could, but it was limited, so there was constant activity and hustle in the settlement for several days.
Everything was provided and packed up that could in any way add to our children's comfort on the voyage, or benefit them after their arrival in England, and a large share of my possessions in pearls, corals, furs, spices, and other valuables would enable them to take a good position in the world of commerce.
Everything was arranged and packed up that could contribute to our children's comfort during the journey or help them once they arrived in England. A significant portion of my belongings, including pearls, corals, furs, spices, and other valuables, would allow them to establish a good standing in the world of business.
I committed to their care private papers, money, and jewels which I knew to have been the personal property of the captain of our ill-fated ship, desiring them to hand them over, if possible, to his heirs. A short account of the wreck, with the names of the crew, a list of which I had found, was given to Captain Littlestone.
I entrusted them with private papers, money, and jewels that I knew belonged to the captain of our doomed ship, hoping they could pass them on to his heirs. I also provided Captain Littlestone with a brief account of the shipwreck, including the names of the crew, which I had found in a list.
Fritz, having previously made known to me, what indeed was very evident, the attachment between himself and Jenny, I advised him to mention it to Colonel Montrose as soon as possible after being introduced to him, and ask for his sanction to their engagement. I, on my part, gladly bestowing mine, as did his mother, who loved the sweet girl dearly, and heartily grieved to part with her.
Fritz had already told me, which was quite obvious, about his feelings for Jenny. I suggested he talk to Colonel Montrose about it as soon as they got introduced and ask for his approval for their engagement. I was happy to give my blessing, just like his mother, who really cared for the sweet girl and was sad to see her go.
On the evening before our separation, I gave to Fritz the journal in which, ever since the shipwreck, I had chronicled the events of our life, desiring that the story might be printed and published.
On the night before we parted ways, I handed Fritz the journal where I had recorded the events of our lives since the shipwreck, hoping that the story would be printed and published.
"It was written, as you well know," said I, "for the instruction and amusement of my children, but it is very possible that it may be useful to other young people, more especially to boys.
"It was written, as you know," I said, "for the education and entertainment of my children, but it could also be useful to other young people, especially boys."
"Children are, on the whole, very much alike everywhere, and you four lads fairly represent multitudes, who are growing up in all directions. It will make me happy to think that my simple narrative may lead some of these to observe how blessed are the results of patient continuance in well-doing, what benefits arise from the thoughtful application of knowledge and science, and how good and pleasant a thing it is when brethren dwell together in unity, under the eye of parental love."
"Kids are pretty much the same everywhere, and you four boys represent the countless others who are growing up all around us. It makes me happy to think that my simple story might inspire some of them to see how rewarding it is to keep doing good, what benefits come from using knowledge and science wisely, and how wonderful it is when siblings live together in harmony, surrounded by parental love."
Night has closed around me.
Night has fallen around me.
For the last time my united family slumbers beneath my care.
For the last time, my whole family sleeps peacefully under my watch.
To-morrow this closing chapter of my journey will pass into the hands of my eldest son.
Tomorrow this final chapter of my journey will be handed over to my oldest son.
From afar I greet thee, Europe!
From a distance, I greet you, Europe!
I greet thee, dear old Switzerland!
I greet you, dear old Switzerland!
Like thee, may New Switzerland flourish and prosper—good, happy, and free!
Like you, may New Switzerland thrive and succeed—good, happy, and free!
THE END.
THE END.
HAL KEEN MYSTERY STORIES
By HUGH LLOYD
HAL KEEN MYSTERY NOVELS
By HUGH LLOYD
Boys! Meet Hal Keen, that lanky, nonchalant, redheaded youth whose guiding star is the star that points to adventure, excitement and mystery. Follow him in his hunts for clues and criminals. There are plenty of thrills and shivers in these stories to keep you on your toes.
Boys! Meet Hal Keen, the tall, laid-back, redheaded kid whose guiding star points to adventure, excitement, and mystery. Join him in his quests for clues and criminals. These stories are packed with thrills and chills to keep you on your toes.
THE SMUGGLER'S SECRET
The Smuggler's Secret
Hal Keen sets out to get to the bottom of a mystery that threatens the safety of a whole community.
Hal Keen is determined to uncover the truth behind a mystery that endangers the safety of an entire community.
THE MYSTERIOUS ARAB
THE ENIGMATIC ARAB
Mystery, excitement, murder in a scientist's camp in the jungles of Africa, where hate, revenge, and suspicion lead to tragedy.
Mystery, excitement, and murder at a scientist's camp in the jungles of Africa, where hate, revenge, and suspicion result in tragedy.
THE HERMIT OF GORDON'S CREEK
The Hermit of Gordon's Creek
The disappearance of two airmail pilots leads to a mystery that centers about an abandoned mine and a strange old man.
The disappearance of two airmail pilots sparks a mystery involving an abandoned mine and an eccentric old man.
KIDNAPPED IN THE JUNGLE
KIDNAPPED IN THE WILDERNESS
A hint of buried treasure in the ruins of an old French mission leads Hal deep into the Central American jungle.
A hint of hidden treasure in the remains of an old French mission draws Hal deep into the Central American jungle.
THE COPPERHEAD TRAIL MYSTERY
The Copperhead Trail Mystery
Baffling and blood-curdling events center about the ranch where Hal Keen and his friends had gone in search of gold.
Bizarre and terrifying events surround the ranch where Hal Keen and his friends went looking for gold.
THE LONESOME SWAMP MYSTERY
The Lonely Swamp Mystery
The lonely and mysterious swamp gave up its secret only after a series of terrifying events taxed Hal's courage and ability.
The lonely and mysterious swamp revealed its secret only after a series of terrifying events tested Hal's courage and skills.
THE CLUE AT SKELETON ROCKS
THE CLUE AT SKELETON ROCK
In this new thriller Hal Keen finds mystery and adventure in and about a lonely lighthouse on Skeleton Rocks, off the Maine coast.
In this new thriller, Hal Keen discovers mystery and adventure in and around a lonely lighthouse on Skeleton Rocks, off the coast of Maine.
THE DOOM OF STARK HOUSE
THE FALL OF STARK HOUSE
Mystery and terror in an old house in the wilderness above Quebec where Hal Keen is the guest of a strange family.
Mystery and terror in an old house in the wilderness above Quebec where Hal Keen is staying with a peculiar family.
GROSSET & DUNLAP, Publishers, NEW YORK
Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York
ADVENTURES in the UNKNOWN
By CARL H. CLAUDY
ADVENTURES in the UNKNOWN By CARL H. CLAUDY
Weird! Mysterious! Incredible! Astounding!
Weird! Mysterious! Amazing! Astounding!
Leap back a million years into the dark prehistoric ages. Speed through the dangers of outer space beyond the stratosphere at a thousand miles a minute. Meet the grotesque machine men of Mars. Break into the bounds of the Fourth Dimension. You will meet in these thrilling, fascinating stories many incredible beings and astounding sights that will stagger your imagination.
Leap back a million years into the dark prehistoric ages. Speed through the dangers of outer space beyond the stratosphere at a thousand miles a minute. Meet the grotesque machine men of Mars. Break into the bounds of the Fourth Dimension. You will encounter in these thrilling, fascinating stories many incredible beings and amazing sights that will blow your mind.
THE MYSTERY MEN OF MARS
The Mars Mystery Men
Seventy million miles from home! Three men—a daring scientist and two adventurous boys—take off from the earth in a steel and aluminum sphere that sails through space at 20 miles a second. On the planet Mars they face destruction at the hands of beings who resemble mechanical bugs more than men!
Seventy million miles from home! Three men—a bold scientist and two adventurous boys—launch from Earth in a steel and aluminum sphere that travels through space at 20 miles per second. On the planet Mars, they confront danger from creatures that look more like mechanical bugs than humans!
A THOUSAND YEARS A MINUTE
A thousand years in a minute
In the world of a million years ago—whence they have been propelled by an old professor's invention—Alan and Ted find themselves pitted against the dinosaurs, mammoths and savage ape men of a lost world.
In a world from a million years ago—where they have been sent by an old professor's invention—Alan and Ted find themselves up against dinosaurs, mammoths, and wild ape men from a forgotten world.
THE LAND OF NO SHADOW
THE LAND OF NO SHADOW
Through a violet coil frame in Professor Arronson's laboratory Ted and Alan leap into the gray and terrifying land of the Fourth Dimension. There they are shadowed by the ghostly forms of menacing, bodiless shapes!
Through a violet coil frame in Professor Arronson's lab, Ted and Alan jump into the gray and frightening realm of the Fourth Dimension. There, they are followed by the eerie figures of threatening, bodiless shapes!
GROSSET & DUNLAP, Publishers, NEW YORK
Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York
ZANE GREY BOOKS FOR BOYS
Packed with all the thrill and
color and
action that have made this author famous!
ZANE GREY BOOKS FOR BOYS
Filled with all the excitement, vivid imagery, and
action that have made this author well-known!
THE "KEN WARD" STORIES
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STORIES OF BASEBALL Zane Grey's baseball is as real, as dramatic and as thrilling as the western stories that made him famous. The Redheaded Outfield The Redheaded Outfield—three fiery-pated players who introduce a little boxing and plenty of comedy into the game will delight you. The Rube—who is all that a rube should be—appears in a whole series of these stories and is a character you won't forget. The Short-Stop Chase Alloway developed a mean curve that had the small town players buffaloed. They called him "Chaseaway", the "Hoodoo" and "crooked eye" and one small town team was all for having him tarred and feathered! A story crowded with hard and fast baseball—and a dash of romance! |
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The Last of the Plainsmen "He'd rope the devil and tie him down—if the lasso didn't burn," it was said of "Buffalo Jones," one of the last of the famous plainsmen who trod the trails of the old West. Killing was repulsive to him and the passion of his life was to capture wild beasts alive. A real hunting trip—with constant danger threatening from wild beasts, Indians and the hazards of wild country untouched by civilization. |
Roping Lions in the Grand Canyon A true story of Zane Grey's experiences capturing lions alive, which makes ordinary hunting with guns seem, in contrast about as exciting as a Sunday-school picnic. The account of how they captured six of the tawny, fiery-eyed demons which infest the bottom of the Grand Canyon, and got them into camp alive and growling, will enthrall the great host of Zane Grey's boy readers. |
The Last of the Great Scouts The life story of "Buffalo Bill" by HELEN CODY WETMORE With Foreword and Conclusion by Zane Grey. "Buffalo Bill"—scout, pathfinder, hunter and Indian fighter is the most famous of all that great company of frontiersmen who opened up the West for civilization. Indeed no character in history makes a stronger appeal to the imagination than this daring hero of the old west. |
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GROSSET & DUNLAP, Publishers, NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP, Publishers, NEW YORK
The AIR COMBAT STORIES for BOYS
By THOMSON
BURTIS
Author of
The Rex Lee
Stories
The AIR COMBAT STORIES for BOYS
By THOMSON
BURTIS
Author of
The Rex Lee Stories
Zooming into the war scene comes this new hero of the air, Lieutenant Rudford Riley, who leads The Phantom Five, a group of airmen detailed for special duty in the Royal Flying Corps during the early days of the war when every take-off was an impudent challenge to death. The record of their mad exploits over the front makes breathless reading, and their adventures have the ring of truth in them for the author-flyer takes them from his own rich experience as a war-time aviator.
Zooming into the war scene is this new hero of the skies, Lieutenant Rudford Riley, who leads The Phantom Five, a group of pilots assigned to special duty in the Royal Flying Corps during the early days of the war when every take-off was a bold gamble with death. The account of their daring exploits over the front is gripping, and their adventures feel genuine since the author, a pilot himself, draws from his own extensive experience as a wartime aviator.
DAREDEVILS OF THE AIR
AIR DAREDEVILS
Recounts Lieutenant Riley's adventures as leader of The Phantom Five against the enemy in the air.
Recounts Lieutenant Riley's adventures as the leader of The Phantom Five against the enemy in the sky.
FOUR ACES
Four Aces
As commanding officer of Special Flight A, Rud Riley and Jerry Lacey, the Manhattan Madman, are thrown into the thickest and hottest of the air fighting.
As the commanding officer of Special Flight A, Rud Riley and Jerry Lacey, the Manhattan Madman, are plunged into the fiercest and most intense air combat.
WING FOR WING
WING FOR WING
Continues the record of the daredevil young airman's adventures as one of the leading aces in the war.
Continues the account of the fearless young pilot's adventures as one of the top aces in the war.
FLYING BLACK BIRDS
Flying black birds
Stormy Lake leads a squadron of picked daredevils called the Black Birds against the famous German Red Devils led by Von Baer.
Stormy Lake heads a team of elite thrill-seekers known as the Black Birds against the renowned German Red Devils led by Von Baer.
GROSSET & DUNLAP, Publishers, NEW YORK
GROSSET & DUNLAP, Publishers, NEW YORK
Transcriber's Note.
Transcriber's Note.
A few typographical, punctuation and spelling errors have been corrected.
A few typos, punctuation, and spelling errors have been corrected.
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