The Coral Island - Robert Michael Ballantyne (little readers txt) 📗

of the crabs which still survived it

companions. It was one of the common small crabs, like to those

that are found running about everywhere on the coasts of England.

While we gazed at it, we observed its back to split away from the

lower part of its body, and out of the gap thus formed came a soft

lump which moved and writhed unceasingly. This lump continued to

increase in size until it appeared like a bunch of crab’s legs:

and, indeed, such it proved in a very few minutes to be; for the

points of the toes were at length extricated from this hole in its

back, the legs spread out, the body followed, and the crab walked

away quite entire, even to the points of its nipper-claws, leaving

a perfectly entire shell behind it, so that, when we looked, it

seemed as though there were two complete crabs instead of one!

 

“Well!” exclaimed Peterkin, drawing a long breath, “I’ve HEARD of a

man jumping out of his skin and sitting down in his skeleton in

order to cool himself, but I never expected to SEE a crab do it!”

 

We were, in truth, much amazed at this spectacle, and the more so

when we observed that the new crab was larger than the crab that it

came out of. It was also quite soft, but by next morning its skin

had hardened into a good shell. We came thus to know that crabs

grow in this way, and not by the growing of their shells, as we had

always thought before we saw this wonderful operation.

 

Now I considered well the advice which Jack had given me about

preparing my tank, and the more I thought of it, the more I came to

regard it as very sound and worthy of being acted on. So I

forthwith put his plan in execution, and found it to answer

excellently well, indeed much beyond my expectation; for I found

that after a little experience had taught me the proper proportion

of sea-weed and animals to put into a certain amount of water, the

tank needed no farther attendance; and, moreover, I did not require

ever afterwards to renew or change the sea-water, but only to add a

very little fresh water from the brook, now and then, as the other

evaporated. I therefore concluded that if I had been suddenly

conveyed, along with my tank, into some region where there was no

salt sea at all, my little sea and my sea-fish would have continued

to thrive and to prosper notwithstanding. This made me greatly to

desire that those people in the world who live far inland might

know of my wonderful tank, and, by having materials like to those

of which it was made conveyed to them, thus be enabled to watch the

habits of those most mysterious animals that reside in the sea, and

examine with their own eyes the wonders of the great deep.

 

For many days after this, while Peterkin and Jack were busily

employed in building a little boat out of the curious natural

planks of the chestnut tree, I spent much of my time in examining

with the burning-glass the marvellous operations that were

constantly going on in my tank. Here I saw those anemones which

cling, like little red, yellow, and green blobs of jelly, to the

rocks, put forth, as it were, a multitude of arms and wait till

little fish or other small animalcules unwarily touched them, when

they would instantly seize them, fold arm after arm around their

victims, and so engulf them in their stomachs. Here I saw the

ceaseless working of those little coral insects whose efforts have

encrusted the islands of the Pacific with vast rocks, and

surrounded them with enormous reefs. And I observed that many of

these insects, though extremely minute, were very beautiful, coming

out of their holes in a circle of fine threads, and having the form

of a shuttle-cock. Here I saw curious little barnacles opening a

hole in their backs and constantly putting out a thin feathery

hand, with which, I doubt not, they dragged their food into their

mouths. Here, also, I saw those crabs which have shells only on

the front of their bodies, but no shell whatever on their

remarkably tender tails, so that, in order to find a protection to

them, they thrust them into the empty shells of wilks, or some such

fish, and when they grow too big for one, change into another.

But, most curious of all, I saw an animal which had the wonderful

power, when it became ill, of casting its stomach and its teeth

away from it, and getting an entirely new set in the course of a

few months! All this I saw, and a great deal more, by means of my

tank and my burning-glass, but I refrain from setting down more

particulars here, as I have still much to tell of the adventures

that befell us while we remained on this island.

 

CHAPTER XIII.

 

Notable discovery at the spouting cliffs - The mysterious green

monster explained - We are thrown into unutterable terror by the

idea that Jack is drowned - The Diamond Cave.

 

“COME, Jack,” cried Peterkin, one morning about three weeks after

our return from our long excursion, “let’s be jolly to-day, and do

something vigorous. I’m quite tired of hammering and hammering,

hewing and screwing, cutting and butting, at that little boat of

ours, that seems as hard to build as Noah’s ark; let us go on an

excursion to the mountain top, or have a hunt after the wild ducks,

or make a dash at the pigs. I’m quite flat - flat as bad ginger-beer - flat as a pancake; in fact, I want something to rouse me, to

toss me up, as it were. Eh! what do you say to it?”

 

“Well,” answered Jack, throwing down the axe with which he was just

about to proceed towards the boat, “if that’s what you want, I

would recommend you to make an excursion to the water-spouts; the

last one we had to do with tossed you up a considerable height,

perhaps the next will send you higher, who knows, if you’re at all

reasonable or moderate in your expectations!”

 

“Jack, my dear boy,” said Peterkin, gravely, “you are really

becoming too fond of jesting. It’s a thing I don’t at all approve

of, and if you don’t give it up, I fear that, for our mutual good,

we shall have to part.”

 

“Well, then, Peterkin,” replied Jack, with a smile, “what would you

have?”

 

“Have?” said Peterkin, “I would HAVE nothing. I didn’t say I

wanted to HAVE; I said that I wanted to DO.”

 

“By the by,” said I, interrupting their conversation, “I am

reminded by this that we have not yet discovered the nature of yon

curious appearance that we saw near the water-spouts, on our

journey round the island. Perhaps it would be well to go for that

purpose.”

 

“Humph!” ejaculated Peterkin, “I know the nature of it well

enough.”

 

“What was it?” said I.

 

“It was of a MYSTERIOUS nature to be sure!” said he, with a wave of

his hand, while he rose from the log on which he had been sitting,

and buckled on his belt, into which he thrust his enormous club.

 

“Well then, let us away to the water-spouts,” cried Jack, going up

to the bower for his bow and arrows; “and bring your spear,

Peterkin. It may be useful.”

 

We now, having made up our minds to examine into this matter,

sallied forth eagerly in the direction of the water-spout rocks,

which, as I have before mentioned, were not far from our present

place of abode. On arriving there we hastened down to the edge of

the rocks, and gazed over into the sea, where we observed the pale-green object still distinctly visible, moving its tail slowly to

and fro in the water.

 

“Most remarkable!” said Jack.

 

“Exceedingly curious,” said I.

 

“Beats everything!” said Peterkin.

 

“Now, Jack,” he added, “you made such a poor figure in your last

attempt to stick that object, that I would advise you to let me try

it. If it has got a heart at all, I’ll engage to send my spear

right through the core of it; if it hasn’t got a heart, I’ll send

it through the spot where its heart ought to be.”

 

“Fire away, then, my boy,” replied Jack with a laugh.

 

Peterkin immediately took the spear, poised it for a second or two

above his head, then darted it like an arrow into the sea. Down it

went straight into the centre of the green object, passed quite

through it, and came up immediately afterwards, pure and unsullied,

while the mysterious tail moved quietly as before!

 

“Now,” said Peterkin, gravely, “that brute is a heartless monster;

I’ll have nothing more to do with it.”

 

“I’m pretty sure now,” said Jack, “that it is merely a phosphoric

light; but I must say I’m puzzled at its staying always in that

exact spot.”

 

I also was much puzzled, and inclined to think with Jack that it

must be phosphoric light; of which luminous appearance we had seen

much while on our voyage to these seas. “But,” said I, “there is

nothing to hinder us from diving down to it, now that we are sure

it is not a shark.”

 

“True,” returned Jack, stripping off his clothes; “I’ll go down,

Ralph, as I’m better at diving than you are. Now then, Peterkin,

out o’ the road!” Jack stepped forward, joined his hands above his

head, bent over the rocks, and plunged into the sea. For a second

or two the spray caused by his dive hid him from view, then the

water became still, and we saw him swimming far down in the midst

of the green object. Suddenly he sank below it, and vanished

altogether from our sight! We gazed anxiously down at the spot

where he had disappeared, for nearly a minute, expecting every

moment to see him rise again for breath; but fully a minute passed,

and still he did not reappear. Two minutes passed! and then a

flood of alarm rushed in upon my soul, when I considered that

during all my acquaintance with him, Jack had never stayed

underwater more than a minute at a time; indeed seldom so long.

 

“Oh, Peterkin!” I said, in a voice that trembled with increasing

anxiety, “something has happened. It is more than three minutes

now!” But Peterkin did not answer and I observed that he was

gazing down into the water with a look of intense fear mingled with

anxiety, while his face was overspread with a deadly paleness.

Suddenly he sprang to his feet and rushed about in a frantic state,

wringing his hands, and exclaiming, “Oh, Jack, Jack! he is gone!

It must have been a shark, and he is gone for ever!”

 

For the next five minutes I know not what I did. The intensity of

my feelings almost bereft me of my senses. But I was recalled to

myself by Peterkin seizing me by the shoulder and staring wildly

into my face, while he exclaimed, “Ralph! Ralph! perhaps he has

only fainted. Dive for him, Ralph!”

 

It seemed strange that this did not occur to me sooner. In a

moment I rushed to the edge of the rocks, and, without waiting to

throw off my garments, was on the point to spring into the waves,

when I observed something black rising up through the green object.

In another moment Jack’s head rose to the surface, and he gave a

wild shout, flinging back the spray from his locks, as was his