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having anything better at hand at the time, he did with the point
of our useless pencil-case. Then he strung them on the cocoa-nut
spine, and on putting a light to the topmost nut, we found to our
joy that it burned with a clear, beautiful flame; upon seeing
which, Peterkin sprang up and danced round the fire for at least
five minutes in the excess of his satisfaction.
“Now lads,” said Jack, extinguishing our candle, the sun will set
in an hour, so we have no time to lose. “I shall go and cut a
young tree to make my bow out of, and you had better each of you go
and select good strong sticks for clubs, and we’ll set to work at
them after dark.”
So saying he shouldered his axe and went off, followed by Peterkin,
while I took up the piece of newly discovered cloth, and fell to
examining its structure. So engrossed was I in this that I was
still sitting in the same attitude and occupation when my
companions returned.
“I told you so!” cried Peterkin, with a loud laugh. “Oh, Ralph,
you’re incorrigible. See, there’s a club for you. I was sure,
when we left you looking at that bit of stuff, that we would find
you poring over it when we came back, so I just cut a club for you
as well as for myself.”
“Thank you, Peterkin,” said I. “It was kind of you to do that,
instead of scolding me for a lazy fellow, as I confess I deserve.”
“Oh! as to that,” returned Peterkin, “I’ll blow you up yet, if you
wish it - only it would be of no use if I did, for you’re a perfect
mule!”
As it was now getting dark we lighted our candle, and placing it in
a holder made of two crossing branches, inside of our bower, we
seated ourselves on our leafy beds and began to work.
“I intend to appropriate the bow for my own use,” said Jack,
chipping the piece of wood he had brought with his axe. “I used to
be a pretty fair shot once. But what’s that you’re doing?” he
added, looking at Peterkin, who had drawn the end of a long pole
into the tent, and was endeavouring to fit a small piece of the
hoop-iron to the end of it.
“I’m going to enlist into the Lancers,” answered Peterkin. “You
see, Jack, I find the club rather an unwieldy instrument for my
delicately-formed muscles, and I flatter myself I shall do more
execution with a spear.”
“Well, if length constitutes power,” said Jack, “you’ll certainly
be invincible.”
The pole which Peterkin had cut was full twelve feet long, being a
very strong but light and tough young tree, which merely required
thinning at the butt to be a serviceable weapon.
“That’s a very good idea,” said I.
“Which - this?” inquired Peterkin, pointing to the spear.
“Yes;” I replied.
“Humph!” said he; “you’d find it a pretty tough and matter-of-fact
idea, if you had it stuck through your gizzard, old boy!”
“I mean the idea of making it is a good one,” said I, laughing.
“And, now I think of it, I’ll change my plan, too. I don’t think
much of a club, so I’ll make me a sling out of this piece of cloth.
I used to be very fond of slinging, ever since I read of David
slaying Goliath the Philistine, and I was once thought to be expert
at it.”
So I set to work to manufacture a sling. For a long time we all
worked very busily without speaking. At length Peterkin looked up:
“I say, Jack, I’m sorry to say I must apply to you for another
strip of your handkerchief, to tie on this rascally head with.
It’s pretty well torn at any rate, so you won’t miss it.”
Jack proceeded to comply with this request when Peterkin suddenly
laid his hand on his arm and arrested him.
“Hist, man,” said he, “be tender; you should never be needlessly
cruel if you can help it. Do try to shave past Lord Nelson’s mouth
without tearing it, if possible! Thanks. There are plenty more
handkerchiefs on the cocoa-nut trees.”
Poor Peterkin! with what pleasant feelings I recall and record his
jests and humorous sayings now!
While we were thus engaged, we were startled by a distant but most
strange and horrible cry. It seemed to come from the sea, but was
so far away that we could not clearly distinguish its precise
direction. Rushing out of our bower, we hastened down to the beach
and stayed to listen. Again it came quite loud and distinct on the
night air, - a prolonged, hideous cry, something like the braying
of an ass. The moon had risen, and we could see the islands in and
beyond the lagoon quite plainly, but there was no object visible to
account for such a cry. A strong gust of wind was blowing from the
point whence the sound came, but this died away while we were
gazing out to sea.
“What can it be?” said Peterkin, in a low whisper, while we all
involuntarily crept closer to each other.
“Do you know,” said Jack, “I have heard that mysterious sound twice
before, but never so loud as to-night. Indeed it was so faint that
I thought I must have merely fancied it, so, as I did not wish to
alarm you, I said nothing about it.”
We listened for a long time for the sound again, but as it did not
come, we returned to the bower and resumed our work.
“Very strange,” said Peterkin, quite gravely. “Do you believe in
ghosts, Ralph?”
“No,” I answered, “I do not. Nevertheless I must confess that
strange, unaccountable sounds, such as we have just heard, make me
feel a little uneasy.”
“What say you to it, Jack?”
“I neither believe in ghosts nor feel uneasy,” he replied. “I
never saw a ghost myself, and I never met with any one who had; and
I have generally found that strange and unaccountable things have
almost always been accounted for, and found to be quite simple, on
close examination. I certainly can’t imagine what THAT sound is;
but I’m quite sure I shall find out before long, - and if it’s a
ghost I’ll - “
“Eat it,” cried Peterkin.
“Yes, I’ll eat it! Now, then, my bow and two arrows are finished;
so if you’re ready we had better turn in.”
By this time Peterkin had thinned down his spear and tied an iron
point very cleverly to the end of it; I had formed a sling, the
lines of which were composed of thin strips of the cocoa-nut cloth,
plaited; and Jack had made a stout bow, nearly five feet long, with
two arrows, feathered with two or three large plumes which some
bird had dropt. They had no barbs, but Jack said that if arrows
were well feathered, they did not require iron points, but would
fly quite well if merely sharpened at the point; which I did not
know before.
“A feathered arrow without a barb,” said he, “is a good weapon, but
a barbed arrow without feathers is utterly useless.”
The string of the bow was formed of our piece of whip-cord, part of
which, as he did not like to cut it, was rolled round the bow.
Although thus prepared for a start on the morrow, we thought it
wise to exercise ourselves a little in the use of our weapons
before starting, so we spent the whole of the next day in
practising. And it was well we did so, for we found that our arms
were very imperfect, and that we were far from perfect in the use
of them. First, Jack found that the bow was much too strong, and
he had to thin it. Also the spear was much too heavy, and so had
to be reduced in thickness, although nothing would induce Peterkin
to have it shortened. My sling answered very well, but I had
fallen so much out of practice that my first stone knocked off
Peterkin’s hat, and narrowly missed making a second Goliath of him.
However, after having spent the whole day in diligent practice, we
began to find some of our former expertness returning - at least
Jack and I did. As for Peterkin, being naturally a neat-handed
boy, he soon handled his spear well, and could run full tilt at a
cocoa nut, and hit it with great precision once out of every five
times.
But I feel satisfied that we owed much of our rapid success to the
unflagging energy of Jack, who insisted that, since we had made him
Captain, we should obey him; and he kept us at work from morning
till night, perseveringly, at the same thing. Peterkin wished very
much to run about and stick his spear into everything he passed;
but Jack put up a cocoa nut, and would not let him leave off
running at that for a moment, except when he wanted to rest. We
laughed at Jack for this, but we were both convinced that it did us
much good.
That night we examined and repaired our arms ere we lay down to
rest, although we were much fatigued, in order that we might be in
readiness to set out on our expedition at daylight on the following
morning.
CHAPTER IX.
Prepare for a journey round the island - Sagacious reflections -
Mysterious appearances and startling occurrences.
SCARCELY had the sun shot its first ray across the bosom of the
broad Pacific, when Jack sprang to his feet, and, hallooing in
Peterkin’s ear to awaken him, ran down the beach to take his
customary dip in the sea. We did not, as was our wont, bathe that
morning in our Water Garden, but, in order to save time, refreshed
ourselves in the shallow water just opposite the bower. Our
breakfast was also despatched without loss of time, and in less
than an hour afterwards all our preparations for the journey were
completed.
In addition to his ordinary dress, Jack tied a belt of cocoa-nut
cloth round his waist, into which he thrust the axe. I was also
advised to put on a belt and carry a short cudgel or bludgeon in
it; for, as Jack truly remarked, the sling would be of little use
if we should chance to come to close quarters with any wild animal.
As for Peterkin, notwithstanding that he carried such a long, and I
must add, frightful-looking spear over his shoulder, we could not
prevail on him to leave his club behind; “for,” said he, “a spear
at close quarters is not worth a button.” I must say that it
seemed to me that the club was, to use his own style of language,
not worth a button-hole; for it was all knotted over at the head,
something like the club which I remember to have observed in
picture-books of Jack the Giant Killer, besides being so heavy that
he required to grasp it with both hands in order to wield it at
all. However, he took it with him, and, in this manner we set out
upon our travels.
We did not consider it necessary to carry any food with us, as we
knew that wherever we went we should be certain to fall in with
cocoa-nut trees; having which, we were amply supplied, as Peterkin
said, with meat and drink and pocket-handkerchiefs! I took the
precaution, however, to put the burning-glass into my pocket, lest
we should want fire.
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