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<p id="id00766">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00767">`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. Tortoiseshell is subjected to the action of heat, the
outer layer peels off, leaving a beautifully marked, semi-transparent
surface, which is susceptible of a very high polish.'</p>

<p id="id00768">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.</p>

<p id="id00769">My wife 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.</p>

<p id="id00770">`Ah! You wonder where this came from,' continued my wife; `well, I
found it myself on the sands, today, 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.'</p>

<p id="id00771">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. My wife was immensely
pleased to find that her exertions in my behalf had not been thrown
away, and the boys pressed round me, armed with straws, and begging for
a taste.</p>

<p id="id00772">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.</p>

<p id="id00773">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.</p>

<p id="id00774">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 gambolled 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.</p>

<p id="id00775">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.</p>

<p id="id00776">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.</p>

<p id="id00777">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!</p>

<p id="id00778">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00779">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.</p>

<p id="id00780">`Come, my boys,' said I, `this will never do! Your beds were too
luxurious last night, I see.'</p>

<p id="id00781">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.'</p>

<p id="id00782">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
homewards, but Jack lingered behind with such imploring looks, that I
could not resist taking him with me.</p>

<p id="id00783">My intention had been simply to take the vessels round to the harbour
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.</p>

<p id="id00784">To Jack the pleasure of hunting about in the hold, was novel and
charming, and very soon a tremendous rattling and clattering heralded
his approach with a wheelbarrow, in the highest spirits at his good
fortune in having found such a capital thing in which to bring home
potatoes.</p>

<p id="id00785">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.</p>

<p id="id00786">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 wheelbarrows besides
Jack's, which he kept under his own especial care.</p>

<p id="id00787">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.</p>

<p id="id00788">`Ah! Here at last come the pigmy inhabitants of the country to welcome
us!' cried I, laughing.</p>

<p id="id00789">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00790">`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 are excellent swimmers, but helpless on land, as they can neither
fly nor run.'</p>

<p id="id00791">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.</p>

<p id="id00792">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.</p>

<p id="id00793">The three wheelbarrows then each received a load, the live penguins
seated gravely were trundled along by Jack, and away we went at a great
rate.</p>

<p id="id00794">The unusual 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 behaviour.</p>

<p id="id00795">This scene, and the examination of our burdens, caused great
merriment: the tobacco-grater and iron plates evidently puzzling
everybody.</p>

<p id="id00796">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.</p>

<p id="id00797">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!'</p>

<p id="id00798">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00799">`Ah, the poor disappointed little mother!' said I. `Never mind! I am
charmed to hear about it. Only do tell me, where did those seeds come
from?'</p>

<p id="id00800">`Out of my magic bag, of course!' replied she. `And each time I have
gone for potatoes, I have sown seeds in the ground which was dug up to
get them; and I have planted potatoes also.'</p>

<p id="id00801">`Well done, you wise little woman!' I exclaimed, `Why, you are a model
of prudence and industry!'</p>

<p id="id00802">`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!'</p>

<p id="id00803">`Make your mind easy, my wife. 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.'</p>

<p id="id00804">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00805">`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 me a nice strong canvas bag.'</p>

<p id="id00806">This my wife 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.</p>

<p id="id00807">Spreading a large sailcloth on the ground, I summoned my boys and 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 neighbours 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.</p>

<p id="id00808">`Cassava bread is highly esteemed in many parts of the New World, and I
have even 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 last, which is harmless, because
they are so much more fruitful, and the flour produced is excellent, if
the scrapings are carefully pressed.'</p>

<p id="id00809">`What is the good of pressing them, father?' inquired Ernest.</p>

<p id="id00810">`It is in order to express the sap, which contains the poison. The dry
pith is wholesome and nourishing. Still, I do not mean to taste my
cakes, until I have tried their effect on our fowls and the ape.'</p>

<p id="id00811">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.</p>

<p id="id00812">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.</p>

<p id="id00813">`Will this stuff keep any time?' inquired my wife, who came to see how
we were getting on. `Or must all this great bagful be used at once? In
that case we shall have to spend the whole of tomorrow in baking
cakes.'</p>

<p id="id00814">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00815">`Do you think we might begin now, father?' said Fritz.</p>

<p id="id00816">`There does not seem the least moisture remaining.'</p>

<p id="id00817">`Certainly,' said I. `But I shall only make one cake today for an
experiment; we must see how it agrees with Master Knips and the hens
before we set up a bakehouse in regular style.'</p>

<p id="id00818">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 again
be 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 thick cake, laid it on the hot plate when, one side
presently becoming a nice yellow brown colour, it was turned and was
quickly baked.</p>

<p id="id00819">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?'</p>

<p id="id00820">`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.</p>

<p id="id00821">`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 the 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.</p>

<p id="id00822">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00823">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 of roast penguin. The potatoes were as usual excellent,
the penguin really not so bad as I expected, although fishy in taste
and very tough.</p>

<p id="id00824">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 of inquiry,
brought news of their perfect good health and spirits.</p>

<p id="id00825">No time was now to be lost, and 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.</p>

<p id="id00826">Soon after, whilst 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.</p>

<h3 id="id00827" style="margin-top: 3em">Chapter 6</h3>

<p id="id00828">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 my wife to let me go in
force with all the boys except Franz.</p>

<p id="id00829">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.</p>

<p id="id00830">The boys were delighted to go in so large a party, and merrily carried
provision-bags filled with cassava-bread and potatoes.</p>

<p id="id00831">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.</p>

<p id="id00832">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.</p>

<p id="id00833">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.</p>

<p id="id00834">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.</p>

<p id="id00835">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.</p>

<p id="id00836">`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.</p>

<p id="id00837">`Fetch axes, and let us break down the compartment and clear space all
round.'</p>

<p id="id00838">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 that
an immense amount of labour 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.</p>

<p id="id00839">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 my wife 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.</p>

<p id="id00840">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00841">`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.</p>

<p id="id00842">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. At length, with incredible
labour, all was completed. The pinnace stood actually ready to be
launched, but imprisoned within massive wooden walls which defied our
strength.</p>

<p id="id00843">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 labour or delay.</p>

<p id="id00844">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 which the pinnace lay.</p>

<p id="id00845">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 pounding heart, and we made for the land.</p>

<p id="id00846">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!</p>

<p id="id00847">My wife and children, terror-stricken, turned their eyes towards the
sea, whence the startling noise came, and then in fear and wonder,
looked to me for some explanation. `Perhaps,' said my wife, as I did
not speak, `perhaps you have left a light burning near some of the
gunpowder, and an explosion has taken place.'</p>

<p id="id00848">`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 anyone come?'</p>

<p id="id00849">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.</p>

<p id="id00850">No alteration had taken place in the side at which we usually boarded
her, and we pulled round to the further side, where a marvellous 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.</p>

<p id="id00851">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.'</p>

<p id="id00852">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.</p>

<p id="id00853">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.</p>

<p id="id00854">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 towards the water.</p>

<p id="id00855">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.</p>

<p id="id00856">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.</p>

<p id="id00857">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 ardour was awakened by the
possession of a vessel armed with two real guns. The boys chattered
incessantly about savages, fleets of canoes, attack, defence and final
annihilation of the invaders.</p>

<p id="id00858">I assured them that, brilliant as their victories would doubtless be,
we should have good cause to thank God if their fighting powers and
new-born valour were never put to the test.</p>

<p id="id00859">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.</p>

<p id="id00860">Casting off from the ship, and spreading the sail, our voyage began.<br/>

The pinnace glided swiftly through the water, I stood at the helm,<br/>

Ernest and Jack manned the guns, and Fritz gave the word of command,<br/>

`Fire!' Bang! bang! rattled out a thrilling report, which echoed and<br/>

re-echoed among the cliffs, followed by our shouts and hurrahs.<br/>
</p>

<p id="id00861">My wife 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.</p>

<p id="id00862">By skilful 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!</p>

<p id="id00863">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00864">After the pinnace had been shown off, and received the admiration she
deserved, while our industry, skill, and perseverance met with
boundless praise, `Now,' said my wife, `you must come with me, and see
how little Franz and I have improved our time every day of your
absence.'</p>

<p id="id00865">We all landed and, with great curiosity, followed my wife up the river
towards 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 honour 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.'</p>

<p id="id00866">`My dear wife!' I exclaimed. `This is beautiful! You have done
wonders! Did you not find the work too hard?'</p>

<p id="id00867">`The ground is light and easy to dig hereabouts,' she replied. `I have
planted potatoes, and cassava-roots, there is space for sugar-canes,
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 pineapples* and melons, they will look
splendid when they 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?'</p>

<p id="id00868">    * The author now thinks pineapples grow on vines. They do not.</p>

<p id="id00869">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00870">The time passed in happy talk over our many new interests; everyone had
the pleasant sensation which attends successful labour, 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.</p>

<p id="id00871">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.'</p>

<p id="id00872">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00873">Life on shore was an agreeable change for us all, and the boys went
actively 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 look of
our harbour, hitherto occupied only by the grotesque tub-boat, and flat
uninteresting raft.</p>

<p id="id00874">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.</p>

<p id="id00875">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. 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 discourses, 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.</p>

<p id="id00876">In the evening, I desired my boys to let me see their dexterity in
athletic exercises, such as running, leaping, wrestling, and climbing;
telling them that they must keep up the practise 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.</p>

<p id="id00877">No man can be really courageous and self-reliant without an inward
consciousness of physical power and capability.</p>

<p id="id00878">`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 me, `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.'</p>

<p id="id00879">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 practise of archery: as to their guns, I had no reason to
fear they would be laid aside.</p>

<p id="id00880">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.</p>

<p id="id00881">`This is a miniature lasso,' said I. `The Mexicans, Patagonians, and
various tribes of South America, make use of this weapon in hunting,
with marvellous 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 towards the animal he wishes to strike; immediately drawing
it back, he can repeat the blow, and either kill or wound his prey.</p>

<p id="id00882">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00883">`Oh, father, what a splendid contrivance! Will you try it now? There is
the donkey, father! Do catch the donkey.'</p>

<p id="id00884">Not at all certain of my powers, I declined to practise upon a live
subject, but consented to make a trial of skill by aiming at the stump
of a tree at no great distance.</p>

<p id="id00885">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.</p>

<p id="id00886">As the manufacture was simple, their wishes were speedily gratified,
and lasso-practise became the order of the day.</p>

<p id="id00887">Fritz, who was the most active and adroit, besides having, of course,
the greatest muscular strength, soon became skilled in the art.</p>

<p id="id00888">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.</p>

<p id="id00889">It was with no small satisfaction that I thought of our hard-won
pinnace, safely moored in the harbour, and recollected that there was
nothing to call us to the wreck for the next few days.</p>

<p id="id00890">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.</p>

<p id="id00891">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.</p>

<p id="id00892">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.</p>

<p id="id00893">This needful work we set about, therefore, at once, proposing
afterwards an excursion to the Calabash Wood, in order to manufacture a
large supply of vessels and utensils of all sorts and sizes.</p>

<p id="id00894">Every one was inclined for this expedition; consequently the planting
of the orchard was carried on with surprising vigour, but was not
completed until towards evening; and then all sorts of arrangements
were made for an early start next day. My wife 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!</p>

<p id="id00895">By sunrise we were all astir, and everything quickly made ready for a
start.</p>

<p id="id00896">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.</p>

<p id="id00897">Turk, as usual, headed the procession, clad in his coat of mail.</p>

<p id="id00898">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.</p>

<p id="id00899">On this occasion I took two guns with me, one loaded with shot for
game, another with ball for our defence against beasts of prey.</p>

<p id="id00900">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.</p>

<p id="id00901">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 the thicket, fell heavily to the ground before us.</p>

<p id="id00902">Far from resigning itself, however, to death or captivity, it sprang 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 defence was maintained so fiercely, as it struck
out with its powerful legs and sharp claws, that neither Fritz nor the
dogs could master it.</p>

<p id="id00903">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.</p>

<p id="id00904">`What have you got?'</p>

<p id="id00905">`What has Fritz shot?' cried the boys, starting up at our approach.</p>

<p id="id00906">`A bustard! Oh, that is splendid!'</p>

<p id="id00907">`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.</p>

<p id="id00908">`I think this is a hen bustard, it is the mother bird,' said Ernest.</p>

<p id="id00909">`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?'</p>

<p id="id00910">`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 daresay 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.'</p>

<p id="id00911">Resuming our march, we next arrived at the Monkey Grove, which was the
scene of the tragicomic adventure by which Fritz became the guardian of
the orphan ape.</p>

<p id="id00912">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:</p>

<p id="id00913">`It's awfully high! I wish one would fall down!' Scarcely had he
uttered these words, than, as if by magic, down plumped a huge nut at
his feet.</p>

<p id="id00914">The boy was quite startled, and sprang aside, looking timidly upwards,
when, to my surprise, down came another.</p>

<p id="id00915">`Why, this is just like the fairy tale of the wishing-cap!' cried<br/>

Ernest. `My wish is granted as soon as formed!'<br/>
</p>

<p id="id00916">`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-grained old ape sitting up among those
shadowy leaves and branches.'</p>

<p id="id00917">We examined the nuts, thinking they were perhaps old ones, and had
fallen, in consequence, naturally, but they were not even quite ripe.</p>

<p id="id00918">Anxious to discover what was in the tree, we all surrounded it, gaping
and gazing upwards with curious eyes.</p>

<p id="id00919">`Hollo! 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!'</p>

<p id="id00920">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.</p>

<p id="id00921">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 pummelled it with all the strength of his fists.</p>

<p id="id00922">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.</p>

<p id="id00923">`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?'</p>

<p id="id00924">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00925">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 traveller.</p>

<p id="id00926">This is truly one of God's good gifts to man! The boys were much
delighted with this curious plant. `Only fancy, mother,' said Ernest,
as he showed it to her, `how cheering and refreshing to find this if
one were lost and alone in a vast forest, wandering for days and days
without being near a proper spring of water.'</p>

<p id="id00927">`But are you certain it is safe to drink this?' asked she. 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.</p>

<p id="id00928">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.</p>

<p id="id00929">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.</p>

<p id="id00930">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.</p>

<p id="id00931">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!'</p>

<p id="id00932">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 forwards. `Call the dogs!
Stand ready to fire!' And we pressed through the bushes to the spot
where Ernest had seen the creature.</p>

<p id="id00933">The ground was grubbed up, and some potatoes lay about, showing that we
had disturbed him at his mid-day 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.</p>

<p id="id00934">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.</p>

<p id="id00935">Our laughter resounding through the wood, brought Ernest and Jack from
their potatoes, to see what was going on.</p>

<p id="id00936">`Much use you two would have been suppose we had required help,' cried<br/>

Fritz, as they too recognized their old friend.<br/>
</p>

<p id="id00937">`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!'</p>

<p id="id00938">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.</p>

<p id="id00939">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 favourable
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.</p>

<p id="id00940">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.</p>

<p id="id00941">Jack preceded us, and we made our way towards a high rock, which rose
above the thickets, when he suddenly startled us by a loud cry of `A
crocodile! Father! Father! A crocodile!'</p>

<p id="id00942">`Nonsense, boy! A crocodile of all things, in this dry, parched
forest, where we can't get so much as a mouthful of water!'</p>

<p id="id00943">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.</p>

<p id="id00944">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 us; we
must gain possession of the sleeping beauty by a gentler method.'</p>

<p id="id00945">`You are not going to kiss it, are you, father?' asked Jack, with a
grin. I tried to rebuke him for his impertinence, but, failing, I
commenced operations. I first attached a cord and running-noose to a
stout stick, and holding a light switch in my other hand, I began to
approach the creature with soft, slow steps, while the boys looked on
with the utmost curiosity.</p>

<p id="id00946">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.</p>

<p id="id00947">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.</p>

<p id="id00948">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 slap from its
tail, which it was furiously driving in all directions, as sent him
rolling over like a nine-pin.</p>

<p id="id00949">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.</p>

<p id="id00950">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 never had
heard of the animal, nor of the method of capturing it so commonly
practised in the West Indies.</p>

<p id="id00951">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.</p>

<p id="id00952">As we came towards 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.</p>

<p id="id00953">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.</p>

<p id="id00954">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.</p>

<p id="id00955">It was, in fact, high time to move homewards, 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.</p>

<p id="id00956">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. 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.</p>

<h3 id="id00957" style="margin-top: 3em">Chapter 7</h3>

<p id="id00958">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.</p>

<p id="id00959">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.</p>

<p id="id00960">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 towards us than usual, possibly considering us as her
deliverers from the jaws of the savage dogs.</p>

<p id="id00961">Many birds tenanted this grove, and were undisturbed by our movements,
until Fritz fired and shot a beautiful blue jay, and a couple of
parakeets, one a brilliant scarlet, the other green and gold. Fritz was
in the act of reloading his gun, when an unaccountable noise struck our
ears, and put us instantly on the alert, because it appeared like the
dull thumping sound of a muffled drum, and reminded us of the possible
presence of savages.</p>

<p id="id00962">With the greatest caution we drew nearer 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
colour, finely mottled with dark brown and grey. 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.</p>

<p id="id00963">After manoeuvring 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.</p>

<p id="id00964">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.</p>

<p id="id00965">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.</p>

<p id="id00966">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.</p>

<p id="id00967">We placed it on the ass, which was patiently awaiting our return, and
went on our way.</p>

<p id="id00968">The sledge was quite safe where we had left it; it was early in the
day, and I resolved to explore, as I had intended, the line of cliff
and rocky hills, which, at more or less distance from the seashore,
extended the whole length of coast known or visible to us.</p>

<p id="id00969">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. 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.</p>

<p id="id00970">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 his mother, who did not at all approve of
having to lay her work aside and retire to rest the moment the sun set.</p>

<p id="id00971">The greenish wax to be obtained would be more brittle than bees' wax,
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.</p>

<p id="id00972">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 yellowhammers, 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 fibres covered them all, and sheltered the
community from rain and the heat of the sun.</p>

<p id="id00973">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.</p>

<p id="id00974">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.</p>

<p id="id00975">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 a 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.</p>

<p id="id00976">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.</p>

<p id="id00977">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.</p>

<p id="id00978">This curious colony of birds afforded us matter of conversation as we
went on our way; their cheerful sociable habits, and the instinct which
prompted them to unite in labour for the common good, appearing most
wonderful to us.</p>

<p id="id00979">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00980">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00981">`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?'</p>

<p id="id00982">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00983">`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.</p>

<p id="id00984">`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.</p>

<p id="id00985">`The ant, although respected since the days of King Solomon as a model
of industry, is not in itself an attractive insect.</p>

<p id="id00986">`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.</p>

<p id="id00987">`Chief among the latter is the ant-eater, 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 large 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.</p>

<p id="id00988">`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.'</p>

<p id="id00989">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.</p>

<p id="id00990">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.</p>

<p id="id00991">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.</p>

<p id="id00992">`Oh father, only look! This gum is quite elastic! Can it possibly be
india-rubber?'</p>

<p id="id00993">`What!' cried I, `Let me see it! A valuable discovery that would be,
indeed; and I do believe you are perfectly right!'</p>

<p id="id00994">`Why would it be so very valuable, father?' inquired Fritz. `I have
only seen it used for rubbing out pencil marks.'</p>

<p id="id00995">`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.</p>

<p id="id00996">`These trees are indigenous to the South American countries of Brazil,
Guiana, and Cayenne. The natives, who first obtained it, used it 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.</p>

<p id="id00997">`While moist, the savages were in the habit of drawing rude figures and
lines on the resin by way of adornment; 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.'</p>

<p id="id00998">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. 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.</p>

<p id="id00999">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.</p>

<p id="id01000">I felt inclined to try what they tasted like; so at once kindling a
fire, and placing some half dozen, sprinkled with salt, on a little
wooden spit, I set them to roast.</p>

<p id="id01001">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 savoury addition to our dinner of baked potatoes.</p>

<p id="id01002">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 towards 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.</p>

<p id="id01003">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.</p>

<p id="id01004">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 parakeet enchanting the boys most
particularly.</p>

<p id="id01005">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.</p>

<p id="id01006">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.</p>

<p id="id01007">`So be it,' said I, `let us become chandlers.' 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.</p>

<p id="id01008">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.</p>

<p id="id01009">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.</p>

<p id="id01010">We were all delighted with the success of our experiment. `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.'</p>

<p id="id01011">`I think that perhaps I can help you,' I replied after a little
consideration, `not that I can claim the honour 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.'</p>

<p id="id01012">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.</p>

<p id="id01013">`Here, boys,' said I, `you can continue the operation while I turn
carpenter and make a cart to take the place of our sledge.' I gave them
their directions, and then set about my own work.</p>

<p id="id01014">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 backwards and forwards continuously for half an hour.</p>

<p id="id01015">`Now,' I cried, looking up from my work, `open the gourd and take the
contents to your mother, with my compliments.'</p>

<p id="id01016">They did so; and my good wife's eyes were delighted with the sight of a
large lump of capital fresh butter.</p>

<p id="id01017">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.</p>

<p id="id01018">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.</p>

<p id="id01019">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.</p>

<p id="id01020">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.</p>

<p id="id01021">Six weeks slipped away while we were thus busily occupied, six weeks of
hard yet pleasant labour. We greeted each Sunday and its accompanying
rest most gratefully, and on that day always especially thanked God for
our continued health and safety.</p>

<p id="id01022">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 mending and
patching, most untidy and disreputable.</p>

<p id="id01023">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.</p>

<p id="id01024">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01025">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.</p>

<p id="id01026">We soon returned with our tub-boat in tow, and after a few more trips
nothing was left on board.</p>

<p id="id01027">`One more trip,' said I to my wife, before we started again, `and
there will be the end of the brave ship which carried us from
Switzerland. I have left two barrels of gunpowder on board, and mean to
blow her up.'</p>

<p id="id01028">Before we lighted the fuse, 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.</p>

<p id="id01029">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.</p>

<p id="id01030">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.</p>

<p id="id01031">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.</p>

<p id="id01032">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.</p>

<p id="id01033">`Hurrah!' cried Ernest. `We'll be able to afford duck and green peas
some day soon, and imagine we're once more civilized mortals.'</p>

<p id="id01034">The sight of these birds reminded me of our family at Falconhurst, and<br/>

I announced my intention of paying them a visit.<br/>
</p>

<p id="id01035">Everyone was delighted, and everyone 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.</p>

<p id="id01036">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 ammunition, and all sorts
of implements and utensils; for I intended to make a great collection
of fruits and the produce of different trees.</p>

<p id="id01037">It was a lovely morning, and passing gaily 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.</p>

<p id="id01038">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 amongst
the bushes, marking the spot that we might find them on our return.</p>

<p id="id01039">`Now for the caoutchouc tree,' said I, `now for 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.</p>

<p id="id01040">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.</p>

<p id="id01041">`How beautiful!' exclaimed Jack. `Let us pitch our tent here and stay
here always instead of living at Falconhurst. It would be jolly.'</p>

<p id="id01042">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01043">Our beasts were quickly unyoked, the tent arranged, a large fire lit,
supper prepared, 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 quite 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.</p>

<p id="id01044">`We can climb,' said Fritz, `up with you, boys.' Jack and he each
rushed at one of the smooth slippery trunks; right vigorously they
struggled upwards, but to no purpose; before they had accomplished one
quarter of the distance they found themselves slipping rapidly to the
ground.</p>

<p id="id01045">`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.</p>

<p id="id01046">My wife joined me, and together we watched the boys as they ascended
tree after tree, throwing down the best fruit from each. They then
returned, and jestingly begged Ernest to produce the result of his
labour. The professor had been lying on the grass gazing 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.</p>

<p id="id01047">`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.</p>

<p id="id01048">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:</p>

<p id="id01049">`Jack, pick that palm-cabbage up and take it to father; that is only
half my contribution, and it is worth all your nuts put together.'</p>

<p id="id01050">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.</p>

<p id="id01051">`Bravo!' I cried. `You have retrieved your character; come down and
receive the thanks of the company, what are you waiting up there for?'</p>

<p id="id01052">`I am coming presently,' he replied, `with the second half of my
contribution; I hope it will be as fully appreciated 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.</p>

<p id="id01053">`Here,' he said, `is a wine which the greatest connoisseur would
prize. Taste it, mother.'</p>

<p id="id01054">The shell was filled with a clear rosy liquor, bright and sparkling.</p>

<p id="id01055">My wife tasted it. `Excellent, excellent,' she exclaimed. `Your very
good health, my dear boy!'</p>

<p id="id01056">We drank the rosy wine in turn, and Ernest received hearty thanks from
all.</p>

<p id="id01057">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.</p>

<p id="id01058">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 weapons by their
sides, and we all lay down.</p>

<p id="id01059">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 have 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.</p>

<p id="id01060">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.</p>

<p id="id01061">For an hour or more we trudged onwards, 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.</p>

<p id="id01062">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.'</p>

<p id="id01063">I consented, and we again pushed forwards, through bushes, and over
torrents, sometimes cutting our way with an axe, 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.</p>

<p id="id01064">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.</p>

<p id="id01065">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.</p>

<p id="id01066">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!'</p>

<p id="id01067">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 forwards, and seized a buffalo calf.</p>

<p id="id01068">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 towards 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.</p>

<p id="id01069">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 could not bring him to the ground.</p>

<p id="id01070">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.</p>

<p id="id01071">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.</p>

<p id="id01072">`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?'</p>

<p id="id01073">`I will show you,' said I; `help me to fasten his forelegs together,
and you shall see the next operation.'</p>

<p id="id01074">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.</p>

<p id="id01075">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.</p>

<p id="id01076">The dogs, however, were not to have undisputed possession of the
carcase; vultures, crows and other birds of prey, with that marvellous
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 reinforced by others who
swarmed to the spot. Jack, with his usual impetuosity, wished to send a
shot in amongst 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.</p>

<p id="id01077">Both we 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.</p>

<p id="id01078">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 moulds for our next batch of candles.</p>

<p id="id01079">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.</p>

<p id="id01080">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.</p>

<p id="id01081">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.</p>

<p id="id01082">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.</p>

<p id="id01083">During the halt we had made, I had fastened the buffalo to a small
tree, and as I now was 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.</p>

<p id="id01084">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.</p>

<p id="id01085">Supper-time 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.</p>

<p id="id01086">Ernest had discovered a sago-palm, and had, after much labour,
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.</p>

<p id="id01087">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.</p>

<p id="id01088">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.</p>

<p id="id01089">After matters had been again arranged, Fritz had gone down to the
shore and, amongst 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.</p>

<p id="id01090">`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!'</p>

<p id="id01091">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.</p>

<p id="id01092">At daybreak we were on foot, and began to prepare for a return to<br/>

Falconhurst.<br/>
</p>

<p id="id01093">`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?'</p>

<p id="id01094">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01095">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 axe
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 fibres; at each end, however, I left a portion of
the pith untouched, thus forming a trough in which to work the sago.</p>

<p id="id01096">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01097">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 right heartily. As the dough was
formed and properly kneaded, I handed it to my wife 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.</p>

<p id="id01098">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.</p>

<p id="id01099">They had not long been gone when I was alarmed by a most terrible
noise accompanied by the furious barking of the dog and shouts from
Jack and Ernest. Thinking that the boys had been attacked by some wild
beast, I ran to their assistance.</p>

<p id="id01100">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 centre, surrounded by a
promising litter, lay our old sow, whose squeals, previously so
alarming, were now subsiding into comfortable grunts of recognition.</p>

<p id="id01101">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.</p>

<p id="id01102">The animals were delighted to see us back again, and received us with
manifestations of joy, but looked askance at the new pets.</p>

<p id="id01103">The eagle especially came in for shy glances, and promised to be no
favourite. Fritz, however, determined that his pet should at present do
no harm, secured him by the leg to a root of the 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 anyone
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.</p>

<p id="id01104">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01105">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.'</p>

<p id="id01106">`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 round his head, so that he must
inhale it; by degrees he will become stupefied, and his savage nature
from that moment subdued.'</p>

<p id="id01107">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 upwards, 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.</p>

<p id="id01108">`Capital!' cried Fritz, as he hooded the bird, `capital, Ernest; Knips
is yours.'</p>

<h3 id="id01109" style="margin-top: 3em">Chapter 8</h3>

<p id="id01110">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.</p>

<p id="id01111">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
fibres.</p>

<p id="id01112">`Papa,' said Franz, as we were thus engaged, and he handed me the
fibres as I required them, `are these wild or tame trees?'</p>

<p id="id01113">`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!'</p>

<p id="id01114">`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?'</p>

<p id="id01115">`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.</p>

<p id="id01116">`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 it would then grow would be laden with good
apples.'</p>

<p id="id01117">`But,' asked Ernest, `where did the slips of good fruit come from, if
none grow without grafting?'</p>

<p id="id01118">`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 of attention being bestowed
upon them; while in England and Germany, and even in France, these same
trees require the utmost exertion of horticultural skills to make them
bring forth any fruit whatever.</p>

<p id="id01119">`Thus, when the Romans invaded England they found 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.'</p>

<p id="id01120">`Were cherries, father? May we not even call cherries Swiss? I always
thought they grew nowhere else.'</p>

<p id="id01121">`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.</p>

<p id="id01122">`Hazelnuts also come 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.'</p>

<p id="id01123">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01124">`I have little doubt of it,' I replied, `we are evidently within the
tropics, where such trees as these are sure to flourish.</p>

<p id="id01125">`These pines, now, come from France, Spain, and Italy; the olives from
Armenia and Palestine; the figs originally from the island of Chios;
the preaches and apricots from Persia; plums from Damascus in Syria,
and the pears of all sorts from Greece.</p>

<p id="id01126">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01127">We thus talked and worked until every tree that required the treatment
was provided with a stout bamboo prop, and then, with appetites which a
gourmand might well have envied, we returned to Falconhurst.</p>

<p id="id01128">I think my good wife 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 labour and digesting
our dinner we discussed the various projects we had in contemplation.</p>

<p id="id01129">`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?'</p>

<p id="id01130">I carefully thought over the project, and turned over every plan for
its accomplishment.</p>

<p id="id01131">`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?'</p>

<p id="id01132">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01133">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01134">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.</p>

<p id="id01135">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.</p>

<p id="id01136">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.</p>

<p id="id01137">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.</p>

<p id="id01138">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.</p>

<p id="id01139">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.</p>

<p id="id01140">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.</p>

<p id="id01141">`Now then, Fritz,' said I, `quick with a hammer and chisel, and stand
here beside me.'</p>

<p id="id01142">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.</p>

<p id="id01143">Carefully but rapidly we removed the insects, as they clung in
clusters to the sides of the tree, and placed them in the hive
prepared for their reception. As rapidly I then took every atom of wax
and honey from their storehouse, and put it in a cask I had made ready
for the purpose.</p>

<p id="id01144">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.</p>

<p id="id01145">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, backwards and forwards
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.</p>

<p id="id01146">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.</p>

<p id="id01147">The internal architecture of the tree had now to be attended to, and
early the following morning we prepared for the labourious 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.</p>

<p id="id01148">The clearing of the rotten wood from the centre 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.</p>

<p id="id01149">It was now ready for the staircase, and first we erected in the centre
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.</p>

<p id="id01150">Upwards and upwards we built, cutting windows in the trunk as we
required, to admit light and air, until we were flush with the top of
the centre 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.</p>

<p id="id01151">To make the ascent of the stairs perfectly easy we ran a hand-rail on
either side, one round the centre pillar, and the other following the
curve of the trunk.</p>

<p id="id01152">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.</p>

<p id="id01153">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.</p>

<p id="id01154">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.</p>

<p id="id01155">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 panniers, before borne by the ass, readily and
willingly.</p>

<p id="id01156">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.</p>

<p id="id01157">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.</p>

<p id="id01158">These lessons had their due effect, and the bird, having been taught to
obey the voice and whistle of his master, 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.</p>

<p id="id01159">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.</p>

<p id="id01160">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.</p>

<p id="id01161">These, and suchlike employments, afforded us the rest and recreation we
required while engaged in the labourious task of staircase building.</p>

<p id="id01162">Among my 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 neck-ties*, which
I had previously used as wicks.</p>

<p id="id01163" style="margin-left: 4%; margin-right: 4%">   * Not what we today call neckties, but rather a soft band of
     cloth worn loosely around the neck and used as a sweatband,
     to keep sweat and dirt from lodging in the neckband of the
     shirt. A collar at this time was a separate piece of cloth,
     buttoned on and worn only for at least semi-formal
     occasions.</p>

<p id="id01164">To give the proper shape and smoothness to the candles, I determined to
use the bamboo moulds I had prepared. My first idea was to pour the wax
in at the end of the mould, and then when the candles were cooled to
slip them out; but I was soon convinced that this plan would not
succeed.</p>

<p id="id01165">I therefore determined to divide the moulds lengthways, 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.</p>

<p id="id01166">The wicks were my next difficulty, and as my wife 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 centres of the moulds. My wife, too, prepared some wicks
from the fibres of the karata tree, which she declared would beat mine
completely out of the field.</p>

<p id="id01167">We put them to the proof. On a large fire we placed a pot, in which we
prepared our wax mixture—half bees' wax and half wax from the
candleberries. The moulds carefully prepared—half with karata fibre,
and half with wooden splint wicks—stood on their ends in a tub of cold
water, ready to receive the wax.</p>

<p id="id01168">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.</p>

<p id="id01169">I then turned shoemaker, for I had promised myself a pair of
waterproof boots, and now determined to make them.</p>

<p id="id01170">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 mould; 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.</p>

<p id="id01171">I was delighted; orders poured in from all sides, and soon everyone in
the family was likewise provided for.</p>

<p id="id01172">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.</p>

<p id="id01173">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.</p>

<p id="id01174">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.</p>

<p id="id01175">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 hyaena.</p>

<p id="id01176">`Whatever it is,' said I, `we must prepare to receive it; up with you
all to the nest while I secure the door.'</p>

<p id="id01177">Then arming the dogs with their collars, I sent them out to protect the
animals below, closed the door, and joined my family.</p>

<p id="id01178">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 reconnoitre, and Fritz and I carefully crept down; with our
guns at full cock we glided amongst 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.</p>

<p id="id01179">There was no mistaking those dulcet tones—hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-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.</p>

<p id="id01180">`Fritz,' I whispered, `that is an onager. Creep back to Falconhurst and
bring me a piece of cord—quietly now!'</p>

<p id="id01181">While he was gone, I cut a bamboo and split it halfway 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
rose, holding in one hand the noose, and in the other some oats and
salt.</p>

<p id="id01182">The ass, seeing his favourite 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.</p>

<p id="id01183">In a moment the noose left Fritz's adroit hand and fell round her
neck; with a single bound she sprang backwards 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.</p>

<p id="id01184">Everyone hastened up to examine the beautiful animal as she rose from
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 endeavours were vain: the cords were stout, and after
a while she quieted down and stood exhausted and quivering.</p>

<p id="id01185">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.</p>

<p id="id01186">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
practised.</p>

<p id="id01187">Watching a favourable 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 marvellous, the animal ceased plunging,
and, quivering violently, stood stock-still.</p>

<p id="id01188">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
travellers have declared to be beyond the power of man to tame, guided
hither and thither by my youngest son.</p>

<p id="id01189">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.</p>

<p id="id01190">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.</p>

<p id="id01191">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.</p>

<p id="id01192">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 favourite, Knips, made a detour towards the
Acorn Wood.</p>

<p id="id01193">We reached the spot, tied Lightfoot to a neighbouring 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 afterwards, issued
such strange cries that Ernest followed to see what could be the
matter.</p>

<p id="id01194">`Come!' he shouted, `Come and help me! I've got a couple of birds and
their eggs. Quick! Ruffed grouse!'</p>

<p id="id01195">We hurried to the spot. There was Ernest with a fluttering, screaming
bird in either hand; while, with his foot, he was endeavouring 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.</p>

<p id="id01196">We then loaded the onager with the acorns and moved homewards. 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.</p>

<p id="id01197">Franz was greatly pleased with the 'swords' his brother brought him;
but having no small companion on whom to exercise his valour, 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.</p>

<p id="id01198">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 fibres. 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.</p>

<p id="id01199">`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!'</p>

<p id="id01200">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.</p>

<p id="id01201">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01202">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; 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.</p>

<p id="id01203">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 fibres remain.</p>

<p id="id01204">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 skilfully 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 downwards; 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.</p>

<p id="id01205">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.</p>

<p id="id01206">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.</p>

<p id="id01207">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 below, and our beds and household
goods around us, hemmed us in on every side; by degrees, 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.</p>

<p id="id01208">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.</p>

<p id="id01209">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 roots 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.</p>

<p id="id01210">To obviate this, my wife, 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.</p>

<p id="id01211">In spite of our endeavours 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 their mother. The combs I made with
nails, which I placed head downwards on a sheet of tin about an inch
wide; holding the nails in their proper positions 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.</p>

<p id="id01212">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 my wife 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.</p>

<p id="id01213">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.</p>

<h3 id="id01214" style="margin-top: 3em">Chapter 9</h3>

<p id="id01215">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.</p>

<p id="id01216">Our plantations were thriving vigorously. The seed we had sown was
shooting through the moist earth. All nature was refreshed.</p>

<p id="id01217">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 habitable. 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.</p>

<p id="id01218">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.</p>

<p id="id01219">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.</p>

<p id="id01220">Some days afterwards 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.</p>

<p id="id01221">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.</p>

<p id="id01222">On the tenth day, as our persevering blows were falling heavily, Jack,
who was working diligently with a hammer and crowbar, shouted:</p>

<p id="id01223">`Gone, father! Fritz, my bar has gone through the mountain!'</p>

<p id="id01224">`Run round and get it,' laughed Fritz, `perhaps it has dropped into<br/>

Europe—you must not lose a good crowbar.'<br/>
</p>

<p id="id01225">`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.</p>

<p id="id01226">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.</p>

<p id="id01227">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.</p>

<p id="id01228">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 be 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.*</p>

<p id="id01229" style="margin-left: 4%; margin-right: 4%">   * What actually happens is that the oxygen supply becomes
     low. If there is sufficient oxygen to maintain a flame, the
     action of the flame increases air circulation, which then
     brings in more oxygen. The flame goes out if the oxygen
     supply is insufficient for its supply; in this case, it
     takes the fireworks to create adequate circulation. The next
     torch is able to blaze not because the air is purified, but
     because the oxygen is now sufficient to feed the fire.</p>

<p id="id01230">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.</p>

<p id="id01231">We waited for a little while after these experiments, and I then again
threw in lighted hay. It burned clearly; the air was purified.</p>

<p id="id01232">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.</p>

<p id="id01233">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.</p>

<p id="id01234">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.</p>

<p id="id01235">Silently we marched—my wife, 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 colours of the rainbow.</p>

<p id="id01236">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.</p>

<p id="id01237">From the appearance of the brilliant crystals round about us, I
suspected their nature. 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!</p>

<p id="id01238">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.</p>

<p id="id01239">Nothing more fell—our magnificent abode 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.</p>

<p id="id01240">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.</p>

<p id="id01241">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.</p>

<p id="id01242">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.</p>

<p id="id01243">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 recess of the cave, was our storehouse and powder-magazine.</p>

<p id="id01244">Having already undergone one rainy reason, 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 fireplace 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.</p>

<p id="id01245">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.</p>

<p id="id01246">As we were one morning approaching Tentholm, we were attracted by a
most curious phenomenon. The waters out to 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.</p>

<p id="id01247">Over the water where this disturbance was taking place hovered
hundreds of birds, screaming loudly, which ever and anon would dart
downwards, 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 onwards, 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.</p>

<p id="id01248">I was convinced as we approached that it was a shoal or bank of
herrings.</p>

<p id="id01249">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.</p>

<p id="id01250">`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.</p>

<p id="id01251">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01252">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.</p>

<p id="id01253">As the barrels were filled, we closed them carefully, and rolled them
away to the cool vaults 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.</p>

<p id="id01254">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.</p>

<p id="id01255">These occupations interfered for some time with our work at Rock
House; but as soon as possible we again returned to our labour with
renewed vigour. I had noticed that the salt crystals had for their base
a species of gypsum, which I knew might be made of great service to us
in our building operations as plaster.</p>

<p id="id01256">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.</p>

<p id="id01257">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.</p>

<p id="id01258">About a month after the appearance of the herrings we were favoured 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 sturgeon, salmon, and
trout, all making for the mouth of Jackal River, that they might ascend
it and deposit their spawn amongst the stones.</p>

<p id="id01259">Jack was delighted at 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?'</p>

<p id="id01260">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01261">`Oh! I'll catch them fast enough,' he replied, and darted off to Rock<br/>

House.<br/>
</p>

<p id="id01262">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.</p>

<p id="id01263">At the arrow-head he had fastened a barbed spike, and had secured the
arrow to the end of the string. Armed with this weapon, he advanced to
the river's edge.</p>

<p id="id01264">His arrow flew from the bow, and, to my surprise, struck one of the
largest fish in the side.</p>

<p id="id01265">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01266">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.</p>

<p id="id01267">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.</p>

<p id="id01268">Not to be behindhand, they eagerly rushed off for weapons themselves.
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 beast ashore; we all went to his
assistance, but our united efforts were unavailing.</p>

<p id="id01269">`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. 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.</p>

<p id="id01270">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 water-absorbing properties of the salt, packed
it in small barrels and stowed it away in our storehouse.</p>

<p id="id01271">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.</p>

<p id="id01272">These staples I place 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.</p>

<p id="id01273">Fortunately, in this beautiful climate little or no attention was
necessary to the kitchen garden, the seeds sprang up and flourished
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.</p>

<p id="id01274">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. I
turned to my wife in amazement. `Where has this fine crop sprung from?'
said I.</p>

<p id="id01275">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01276">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. Amongst
them Fritz espied a few ruffed grouse, and, quick as thought, unhooding
his eagle, he started him off in chase, then sprang 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.</p>

<p id="id01277">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.</p>

<p id="id01278">We then turned our steps towards Falconhurst, where we were refreshed
by a most delicious drink my wife prepared for us; the stems of the
young Indian corn crushed, strained, and mixed with water and the juice
of the sugar-cane.</p>

<p id="id01279">We then made preparations for an excursion the following day, for I
wished to establish a sort of semicivilized 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 towards Cape Disappointment.</p>

<p id="id01280">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.</p>

<p id="id01281">`Snow! Snow!' exclaimed Franz. `Oh, mother, come down from the cart and
play snowballs. This is jolly; much better than the ugly rain.'</p>

<p id="id01282">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 enclosed in pods, and
still hanging on the bushes or lying on the ground, abounded in every
direction. We had indeed discovered this valuable plant. My wife was
charmed; and gathering a great quantity in three capacious bags, we
resumed our journey.</p>

<p id="id01283">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.</p>

<p id="id01284">What better situation could we hope to find for our new farm? Pasture,
water, shade and shelter, all were here.</p>

<p id="id01285">We pitched our tent, built our fireplace, and, leaving my wife 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 my wife had prepared for us
with the cotton.</p>

<p id="id01286">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 storey. 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 neighbouring tree, and fixed with acacia
thorns, and which would effectually shoot off any amount of rain.</p>

<p id="id01287">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 amongst the same heap, for we found
them busily routing out pieces of cinnamon, a most delicious and
aromatic spice.</p>

<p id="id01288">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01289">The completion of our new farm-house 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.</p>

<p id="id01290">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.</p>

<p id="id01291">During their absence, Ernest and I made a short excursion in the
neighbourhood, that we might know more exactly the character of the
country near our farm.</p>

<p id="id01292">Passing over a brook which flowed towards 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.</p>

<p id="id01293">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.</p>

<p id="id01294">I then took a sample of the rice seeds to show my wife, and we
continued our journey.</p>

<p id="id01295">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.</p>

<p id="id01296">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.</p>

<p id="id01297">This curious little animal was of a soft dark brown colour, the fur
being of a lighter shade under the belly; 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.</p>

<p id="id01298">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.</p>

<p id="id01299">   * A platypus. The next time they encounter one, he knows its name.</p>

<p id="id01300">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.</p>

<p id="id01301">    *****NOTE: To get supplies, about fourteen paragraphs earlier.<br/>

    But what else did they do? Something is left out.<br/>
</p>

<p id="id01302">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.</p>

<p id="id01303">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.</p>

<p id="id01304">Shortly afterwards, 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.</p>

<p id="id01305">Fritz picked up some of their missiles, and, showing them to me, I
recognized the cone of the stone-pine.</p>

<p id="id01306">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01307">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.</p>

<p id="id01308">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.</p>

<p id="id01309">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.</p>

<p id="id01310">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.</p>

<p id="id01311">Selecting one whose trunk was, to a great height, free from branches,
we attached to one of the lower of these 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
circles, 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.</p>

<p id="id01312">Great care and exertion were 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.</p>

<p id="id01313">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.</p>

<p id="id01314">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.</p>

<p id="id01315">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 harbour at Tentholm.</p>

<p id="id01316">During their absence I fortunately found some wood naturally curved,
just suited for ribs to support and strengthen the sides of the boat.</p>

<p id="id01317">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.</p>

<p id="id01318">The sledge was loaded with the new boat, and everything else we could
pack into it, and we turned our steps homewards, 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.</p>

<p id="id01319">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 positron, should we ever
have to act on the defensive.</p>

<p id="id01320">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.</p>

<p id="id01321">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 shipbuilder; 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.</p>

<p id="id01322">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.</p>

<p id="id01323">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?</p>

<p id="id01324">`Why not teach him,' said Fritz, `to fight with wild animals and
defend us, like the fighting bulls of the Hottentots? That would be
really useful!'</p>

<p id="id01325">`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?'</p>

<p id="id01326">`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.</p>

<p id="id01327">`The wealth of these people consists solely in their flocks and herds,
and for their protection, they train their bulls to act as guards.</p>

<p id="id01328">`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
centre; 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.</p>

<p id="id01329">`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 defence of the herd.</p>

<p id="id01330">`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.</p>

<p id="id01331">`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?'</p>

<p id="id01332">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 grey 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.</p>

<p id="id01333">`What say you, my boy—will you undertake to look after this little
fellow?'</p>

<p id="id01334">`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?'</p>

<p id="id01335">I smiled at the child's simplicity, and his funny application of the
story of Milo of Crotona.</p>

<p id="id01336">`The calf shall be yours, my boy. Make him as tame as you can, and we
will see about letting you mount him some day; but remember he will be
a great bull long before you are nearly a man. Now what will you call
him?'</p>

<p id="id01337">`Shall I call him "Grumble", father? Hear what a low muttering noise he
makes!'</p>

<p id="id01338">`"Grumble" will do famously.'</p>

<p id="id01339">`Grumble, Grumble. Oh, it beats your buffalo's name hollow, Jack!'</p>

<p id="id01340">`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!'</p>

<p id="id01341">We named the two puppies Bruno and Fawn, and so ended this important
domestic business.</p>

<p id="id01342">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.</p>

<p id="id01343">We levelled 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.</p>

<p id="id01344">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.</p>

<p id="id01345">One morning, just after these labours 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 tomorrow apart as a day of thanksgiving, in joyful
celebration of the occasion.</p>

<p id="id01346">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.</p>

<p id="id01347">`Good people! do you know that tomorrow is a very great and important
day? We shall have to keep it in honour of our merciful escape to this
land, and call it Thanksgiving-Day.'</p>

<p id="id01348">Everyone 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.</p>

<p id="id01349">`Since then,' I added, `I have counted thirty-one days. This is the 1st
of February. We landed on the 2nd; therefore tomorrow 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.'</p>

<p id="id01350">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01351">`That is all very well, if you know for certain the number of days in
each month, and in the year. What do you say, Ernest?'</p>

<p id="id01352">`The year contains 365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes and 45 seconds,'
returned he promptly.</p>

<p id="id01353">`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?'</p>

<p id="id01354">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01355">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01356">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 explanation, and went to
sleep, little guessing that the rogues had laid a counter-plot, far
more surprising than my simple plan for their diversion.</p>

<p id="id01357">Nothing less than a 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.</p>

<p id="id01358">`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.</p>

<p id="id01359">Altogether bewildered, I was hastily dressing, when their voices were
heard, and they rushed in shouting:</p>

<p id="id01360">`Hurrah! Didn't we rouse you with a right good thundering salute?'</p>

<p id="id01361">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 honour to the Day of Thanksgiving, without considering that an
unexpected cannon-shot would startle us unpleasantly from our slumbers.</p>

<p id="id01362">We readily forgave the authors of our alarm, in consideration of the
good intention which had prompted the deed, and, satisfied that the day
had at least been duly inaugurated, we all went quietly to breakfast.</p>

<p id="id01363">Afterwards 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 of our deliverance.</p>

<p id="id01364">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.</p>

<p id="id01365">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.</p>

<p id="id01366">`Father, what a grand idea!'</p>

<p id="id01367">`Oh, how jolly! Are we to run races?'</p>

<p id="id01368">`And prizes! Will there be prizes, father?'</p>

<p id="id01369">`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!</p>

<p id="id01370">`Trumpeters! Sound for the opening of the lists.'</p>

<p id="id01371">Uttering these last words in a stentorian voice and wildly waving my
arms towards a shady spot, where the ducks and geese were quietly
resting, had the absurd effect I intended.</p>

<p id="id01372">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.</p>

<p id="id01373">`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.</p>

<p id="id01374">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.</p>

<p id="id01375">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.</p>

<p id="id01376">A second trial with pistols ensued, in which Fritz again came off
victor.</p>

<p id="id01377">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 endeavouring to hit it before it touched the ground.</p>

<p id="id01378">In this I found to my surprise that the sedate Ernest succeeded quite
as well as his more impetuous brother Fritz.</p>

<p id="id01379">As for Jack, his flying board escaped wholly uninjured. After this
followed archery, which I liked to encourage, foreseeing that a time
might come when ammunition would fail; and in this practise I saw with
pleasure that my elder sons were really skilful, while even little
Franz acquitted himself well.</p>

<p id="id01380">A pause ensued, and then I started a running match. 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.</p>

<p id="id01381">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.</p>

<p id="id01382">But long before we expected to see them back, a tremendous noise of
galloping caused us to look with surprise towards the bridge, and Jack
made his appearance, thundering along on his buffalo, with the onager
and the donkey tearing after him riderless, and the whole party in the
wildest spirits.</p>

<p id="id01383">`Hollo!' cried I. `What sort of foot-race do you call this, Master<br/>

Jack?'<br/>
</p>

<p id="id01384">He shouted merrily as he dashed up to us; then flinging himself off,
and saluting us in a playful way:</p>

<p id="id01385">`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!'</p>

<p id="id01386">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.</p>

<p id="id01387">In this exercise Jack performed wonders. He ascended with remarkable
agility the highest palms whose stems he could clasp.</p>

<p id="id01388">And when he put on the 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.</p>

<p id="id01389">Fritz and Ernest climbed well, but could not come near the grace and
skill of their active and lively young brother.</p>

<p id="id01390">Riding followed, and marvellous feats were performed, Fritz and Jack
proving themselves very equal in their management of their different
steeds. 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.</p>

<p id="id01391">The child saluted us with a pretty little air of confidence,
exclaiming:</p>

<p id="id01392">`Now, most learned judges, prepare to see something quite new and
wonderful! The great bull-tamer, Milo of Crotona, desires the honour of
exhibiting before you.'</p>

<p id="id01393">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. He afterwards mounted, and showed off Grumble's somewhat awkward
paces.</p>

<p id="id01394">The sports were concluded by swimming-matches, and the competitors
found a plunge in salt water very refreshing after their varied
exertions.</p>

<p id="id01395">Fritz showed himself a master in the art. At home in the element, no
movement betokened either exertion or weariness. Ernest exhibited too
much anxiety and effort, while Jack was far too violent and hasty, and
soon became exhausted. Franz gave token of future skill.</p>

<p id="id01396">By this time, as it was getting late, we returned to our dwelling, my
wife having preceded us in order to make arrangements for the ceremony
of prize-giving.</p>

<p id="id01397">We found her seated in great state, with the prizes set out by her
side.</p>

<p id="id01398">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 valour from the Queen of Beauty, which she bestowed with a
few words of praise and encouragement.</p>

<p id="id01399">Fritz, to his immense delight, received as the prize for shooting and
swimming, a splendid double-barrelled rifle, and a beautiful
hunting-knife.</p>

<p id="id01400">To Ernest, as winner of the running-match, was given a handsome gold
watch.</p>

<p id="id01401">For climbing and riding, Jack had a pair of silver-plated spurs, and a
riding whip, both of which gave him extraordinary pleasure.</p>

<p id="id01402">Franz received a pair of stirrups, and a driving whip made of
rhinoceros hide, which we thought would be of use to him in the
character of bull-trainer.</p>

<p id="id01403">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.</p>

<p id="id01404">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
honour 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
afterwards we joined in family worship and retired to rest.</p>

<p id="id01405">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.</p>

<p id="id01406">In order to spare ammunition, I resolved to concoct a strong sort of
bird-lime, 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.</p>

<p id="id01407">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.</p>

<p id="id01408">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.</p>

<p id="id01409">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.</p>

<p id="id01410">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.</p>

<p id="id01411">When the riders returned with the caoutchouc, they brought several
novelties besides.</p>

<p id="id01412">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.</p>

<p id="id01413">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.</p>

<p id="id01414">`And pray wherefore "monkey plant", may I ask?'</p>

<p id="id01415">`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!</p>

<p id="id01416">`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?'</p>

<p id="id01417">The plant was quite new to me, but I imagined it might be what is
called in China 'ginseng', and there prized and valued beyond
everything. The children being curious to hear more about this
ginseng, I continued:</p>

<p id="id01418">`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.</p>

<p id="id01419">`The emperor alone has the right to permit it to be gathered, and
guards are placed round land where it grows.</p>

<p id="id01420">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01421">Fritz then continued:</p>

<p id="id01422">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01423">`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.</p>

<p id="id01424">`How can that have happened? Did you discover the authors of all this
mischief?'</p>

<p id="id01425">`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 daresay 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!'</p>

<p id="id01426">`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
neighbourhood. We could now see what large birds they must be, but
dared not show ourselves or follow them, lest they should take alarm.</p>

<p id="id01427">`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.</p>

<p id="id01428">`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.</p>

<p id="id01429">`After gambolling 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.</p>

<p id="id01430">`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 outposts 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.</p>

<p id="id01431">`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.</p>

<p id="id01432">`With a piercing cry he soared away high above them, then shot
downwards like an arrow, causing wild confusion among the cranes.</p>

<p id="id01433">`The one which the eagle attacked, sought to defend itself; a struggle
followed, and they came together to the ground not far from where we
stood.</p>

<p id="id01434">`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.</p>

<p id="id01435">`After this we went back to Woodlands, got some turpentine and a bag of
rice—and set off for home.'</p>

<p id="id01436">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.</p>

<p id="id01437">We resolved to transplant a supply of both roots to our kitchen
garden.</p>

<h3 id="id01438" style="margin-top: 3em">Chapter 10</h3>

<p id="id01439">On the following morning we were early astir; and as soon as breakfast
was over, we went regularly to work with the bird-lime. The tough,
adhesive mixture of caoutchouc oil and turpentine turned out well.</p>

<p id="id01440">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.</p>

<p id="id01441">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 neighbourhood.</p>

<p id="id01442">The sweet acorns of the evergreen oaks were also patronized; large
flocks were there 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.</p>

<p id="id01443">Meantime, the bird-lime 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.</p>

<p id="id01444">The boys quickly became able to carry on the work without my
assistance; so, leaving it to them, I went to prepare torches, with
pinewood and turpentine, for the night attack.</p>

<p id="id01445">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 cleaned 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.</p>

<p id="id01446">When evening drew on, we set out for the wood of sweet acorns,
provided merely with long bamboo canes, torches and canvas sacks.</p>

<p id="id01447">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.</p>

<p id="id01448">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.</p>

<p id="id01449">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 homewards,
and on reaching Falconhurst, put our booty in safety, and gladly
withdrew to rest.</p>

<p id="id01450">The following day was wholly occupied in plucking, boiling, roasting
and stewing, so that we could find time for nothing else; but next
morning a great expedition to Woodlands was arranged, that measures
might there be taken to prevent a repetition of the monkey invasion. 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 neighbourhood of our farm for the
future.</p>

<p id="id01451">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.</p>

<p id="id01452">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.</p>

<p id="id01453">The buffalo carried all these things, and one or two of the boys
besides. 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.</p>

<p id="id01454">We found the cottage quite 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.</p>

<p id="id01455">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.</p>

<p id="id01456">Everything was plentifully besmeared with bird-lime; and basins of the
mixture were set in all directions, strewed with rice, maize, and other
dainties for bait.</p>

<p id="id01457">Night came without any interruption to our proceedings; and all being
then accomplished, we retired to rest beneath the shelter of our little
tent.</p>

<p id="id01458">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!</p>

<p id="id01459">The noise of rustling, crackling 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
towards the house; when, at once attracted by the novelties they saw,
they made for the jars and bowls.</p>

<p id="id01460">They seemed 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.</p>

<p id="id01461">Gradually, however, as they rambled over the place, all in turn became
besmeared with our bird-lime on head, paws, back or breast. The
wretched predicament of the apes increased every instant.</p>

<p id="id01462">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.</p>

<p id="id01463">Others, again, endeavoured to help one another, and stuck fast
together: the more they pulled, and tugged, and kicked, the worse
became their plight.</p>

<p id="id01464">Many had the gourds and cocoanut shells lumbering and clattering about
with them, their paws having been caught when they sought to obtain the
rice or fruit we had put for bait.</p>

<p id="id01465">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.</p>

<p id="id01466">Numbers took to flight; but, as we had spread bird-lime 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.</p>

<p id="id01467">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.</p>

<p id="id01468">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.</p>

<p id="id01469">At least forty apes lay mangled and dead, and the boys began to be
quite sad and downhearted, 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.</p>

<p id="id01470">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.</p>

<p id="id01471">While thus engaged, we repeatedly heard a sound as of something heavy
falling from a tree. On going to look, we found three splendid birds,
caught on some of the limed sticks we had placed loose in the branches.</p>

<p id="id01472">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.</p>

<p id="id01473">`First tenants, father!' said Fritz. `Do you expect to catch more like
these?'</p>

<p id="id01474">`Not exactly catch them; I mean to practise a secret art. Much can be
done by magic, Fritz!'</p>

<p id="id01475">Further explanation I declined to give.</p>

<p id="id01476">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.</p>

<p id="id01477">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.</p>

<p id="id01478">My plan for the pigeon-house was to hollow out an ample space in the
cliff, facing towards 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.</p>

<p id="id01479">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:</p>

<p id="id01480">`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.'</p>

<p id="id01481">`I can easily get you those things, father.'</p>

<p id="id01482">`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 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.'</p>

<p id="id01483">When this was strongly impregnated with the aromatic oil from the
seeds (for I did not purpose 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.</p>

<p id="id01484">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.</p>

<p id="id01485">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
dove-cot, 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.</p>

<p id="id01486">Everybody came to the dove-cot, 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.</p>

<p id="id01487">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 verandah', 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, they rose higher, higher, finally darting quite
out of sight.</p>

<p id="id01488">While we were yet gazing after them, they reappeared, and settled
quietly on the dove-cot; but as we congratulated ourselves on a return
which showed 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
towards Falconhurst.</p>

<p id="id01489">Their departure had such air of determination and resolve about it,
that I feared them lost to us for ever.</p>

<p id="id01490">Endeavouring to console ourselves by petting our four remaining birds,
we could not forget this disappointment, and all day long the dove-cot
remained the centre of attraction.</p>

<p id="id01491">Nothing, however, was seen of the fugitives until about the middle of
next day; when most of us were hard at work inside the cavern, Jack
sprang in full of excitement, exclaiming:</p>

<p id="id01492">`He is there! He is come! He really is!'</p>

<p id="id01493">`Who? Who is there? What do you mean?'</p>

<p id="id01494">`The blue pigeon, to be sure! Hurrah! Hurrah!'</p>

<p id="id01495">`Oh, nonsense!' said Ernest. `You want to play us a trick.'</p>

<p id="id01496">`Why should it be "nonsense"?' cried I. `I fully believe we shall see
them all soon!'</p>

<p id="id01497">Out ran everybody to the dove-cot, 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 at the door, bowing, sidling, and
cooing, in a most irresistible manner, until the shy little lady
yielded to his blandishments, and tripped daintily in.</p>


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