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then giving them salt to lick, they soon obtained a supply of excellent
milk which was poured from the cocoanut shells they used into calabash
flasks, so that we could take with us what was not required at dinner.
The fowls were enticed by handfuls of grain and rice, and my wife
caught as many as she wished for.
We were by this time very ready for dinner, and the cold provisions we
had with us were set forth, the chief dish consisting of the piece of
whale’s tongue, which, by the boys’ desire, had been cooked with a
special view to this entertainment.
But woeful was the disappointment when the tongue was tasted! One
after another, with dismal face, pronounced it ‘horrid stuff,’ begged
for some pickled herring to take away the taste of train-oil, and
willingly bestowed on Fangs the cherished dainty.
Fortunately there was a sufficient supply of other eatables, and the
fresh, delicious cocoanuts and goat’s milk put everyone in good humour
again.
While the mother packed everything up, Fritz and I got some sugarcane
shoots which I wished to plant, and then returned to the shore and
again embarked.
Before returning to Whale Island, I felt a strong wish to round Cape
Disappointment and survey the coast immediately beyond, but the
promontory maintained the character of its name, and we found that a
long sandbank, as well as hidden reefs and rocks, ran out a great way
into the sea.
Fritz espying breakers ahead, we put about at once, and aided by a
light breeze, directed our course towards Whale Island.
On landing, I began at once to plant the sugarcane shoots we had
brought. The boys assisted me for a while, but wearied somewhat of the
occupation, and one after another went off in search of shells and
coral, leaving their mother and me to finish the work.
Presently Jack came back, shouting loudly:
`Father! Mother! Do come and look. There is an enormous skeleton lying
here; the skeleton of some fearful great beast—a mammoth, I should
think.’
`Why Jack!’ returned I laughing, `have you forgot our old
acquaintance, the whale? What else could it be?’
`Oh no, father, it is not the whale. This thing has not fish bones, but
real good, honest, huge, beast bones. I don’t know what can have become
of the whale—floated out to sea most likely. This mammoth is ever so
much bigger. Come and see!’
As I was about to follow the boy, a voice from another direction
suddenly cried:
`Father! Father! A great enormous turtle! Please make haste. It is
waddling back to the sea as hard as it can go, and we can’t stop it.’
This appeal being more pressing, as well as more important, than
Jack’s, I snatched up an oar and hastened to their assistance.
Sure enough a large turtle was scrambling quickly towards the water,
and was within a few paces of it, although Ernest was valiantly holding
on by one of its hind legs.
I sprang down the bank, and making use of the oar as a lever, we
succeeded with some difficulty in turning the creature on its back.
It was a huge specimen, fully eight feet long, and being now quite
helpless, we left it sprawling, and went to inspect Jack’s mammoth
skeleton, which, of course, proved to be neither more nor less than
that of the whale. I convinced him of the fact by pointing out the
marks of our feet on the ground, and the broken jaws where we had
hacked out the whalebone.
`What can have made you take up that fancy about a mammoth, my boy?’
`Ernest put it into my head, father. He said there seemed to be the
skeleton of an antediluvian monster there, so I ran to look closer, and
I never thought of the whale, when I saw no fish bones. I suppose
Ernest was joking.’
`Whales are generally considered as fishes by those little acquainted
with the animal kingdom, but they belong to the class of mammals, which
comprises man, the monkey tribes, the bats, the dogs and cats, all
hoofed animals, whales and their allies, with other animals, the last
on the list being the sloth.
`The name by which they are distinguished is derived from the Latin
word “mama,” a breast, and is given to them because all the species
belonging to this class are furnished with a set of organs called the
mammary glands, secreting the liquid known as milk, by which the young
are nourished.
`The bones of the whale differ from those of animals, simply in being
of a hollow construction, and filled with air so as to render the
carcase more buoyant. The bones of birds are also hollow, for the same
reason, and in all this we see conspicuously the wisdom and goodness of
the great Creator.’
`What a marvellous structure it is, father!’ said Fritz. `What a
ponderous mass of bones! Can we not make use of any of them?’
`Nothing strikes me at this moment; we will leave them to bleach here
yet awhile, and perhaps by sawing them up afterwards, make a few
chairs, or a reading-desk for the museum. But now it is time to return
home. Bring the boat round to where the turtle awaits his fate; we must
settle how to deal with him.’
It was soon decided that he must swim. I fastened the empty water-cask
to a long line, one end of which was made fast to the bow of the boat,
the other carefully passed round the neck and forepaws of the
creature, who was then lifted, so as to let him regain his feet; when
he instantly made for the water, plunged in, the cask floated after
him, and prevented his sinking.
We were all on board in a moment; and the worthy fellow, after vainly
attempting to dive, set himself diligently to swim right forwards,
towing us comfortably after him. I was ready to cut the line on the
least appearance of danger, and kept him on the course for Safety Bay
by striking the water with a boat-hook right or left, according as the
turtle was disposed to turn too much one way or the other.
The boys were delighted with the fun, and compared me to Neptune in his
car, drawn by dolphins, and accompanied by Amphitrite and attendant
Tritons.
We landed safely at the usual place, near Rockburg, and the turtle was
condemned and executed soon afterwards; the shell, which was quite
eight feet long, and three broad, was, when cleaned and prepared, to
form a trough for the water supply at the cave, and the meat was
carefully salted, and stored up for many a good and savoury meal.
It had been my intention to bring a piece of land under cultivation
before the next rainy season, to be sown with different sorts of grain;
but many unforeseen circumstances had intervened to hinder this, and
our animals, unaccustomed to the yoke, were not available for the
plough.
I therefore gave up the idea for the present, and applied myself, with
Ernest’s assistance, to completing the loom, which, although the
workmanship was clumsy, I succeeded in making quite fit for use. I had
fortunately in my younger days spent many hours in the workshops of
weavers and other artisans, and therefore I understood more than might
have been expected of their various crafts.
Paste or size was required to smear over the threads; but we could not
spare flour for such a purpose, and I used isinglass, which kept the
warp moist perfectly well, and spared us the necessity of setting up
the loom in a damp uncomfortable place, which has often to be done to
prevent the overdrying of the web.
Of this isinglass I also made thin plates, to be used as window-panes;
they were at least as transparent as horn, and when fixed deep in the
rock and beyond the reach of rain, did good service in admitting light.
Success encouraging me to persevere, I next began harness-making; the
spoils of the chase having furnished us with plenty of leather, with
which I covered light frames of wood, using the hairy moss or lichen
for stuffing, and ere long the animals were equipped with saddles,
stirrups, bridles, yokes and collars, to the very great satisfaction of
their youthful riders and drivers.
This occupation was followed by a great deal of work connected with the
annual return of the herring shoals which now took place; to them
succeeding, as on former occasions, shoals of other fish, and many
seals. More than ever aware of the value of all of these, we did not
fail to make good use of our opportunities, and captured large numbers.
The boys were getting anxious for another shooting expedition; but
before undertaking that, I wished to do some basket-making, as sacks
were beginning to fail us, and there was constant demand for baskets in
which to carry and keep our roots and fruits. Our first attempts were
clumsy enough; but, as usual, perseverance was rewarded, and we
produced a good supply of all sorts and sizes. One very large basket I
furnished with openings through which to pass a strong stick, so that
it might, when heavily laden, be carried by two persons.
No sooner did the children see the force of this idea, than they got a
bamboo, and popping little Franz into the basket, carried him about in
triumph.
This amusement suggested a fresh notion to Fritz. `Oh, father,’ cried
he, `don’t you think we might make something like this for mother, and
carry her much more comfortably than jolting along in the cart?’
The boys shouted with glee at the proposal, and though their mother
thought the plan feasible enough, she confessed that she did not much
like the thought of sitting in the middle of a basket, and just looking
out now and then over the rim.
However, I assured her it should be a well-shaped comfortable
sedan-chair, or litter; and the next question was how it should be
carried, since the boys could not play the part of Indian
palanquin-bearers, either with safety to their mother, or with any
pleasure to themselves.
`The bull and the buffalo!’ cried Jack. `Why not use them for it?
Let’s go and try them now!’
Off ran the boys, and in a short time the basket was securely hung
between Storm and Grumble. Fritz and Jack sprang into their saddles,
and Ernest very gingerly deposited himself in the `cradle’, as Franz
called it; they set forth at a most sober pace, the animals, who were
perfectly docile, appearing only a little surprised at the new
arrangement.
`Oh, it is so pleasant, mother, it is a delightful motion,’ cried
Ernest, as they passed us. `It swings and rocks really soothingly.
Quicker, Fritz! Go quicker!’ And the trot pleasing him equally well,
the pace gradually quickened, till the animals were going along at a
rate which shook and jolted the basket about most fearfully.
Ernest called and screamed in vain for a halt. His brothers thought it
capital fun to `shake up’ the `professor’, and made the circuit of the
level ground near Rockburg, finally pulling up in front of us, like
performers stopping to receive the applause of spectators.
It was impossible to help laughing, the scene was so ridiculous, but
Ernest was very angry with his brothers, his reproaches provoked high
words in reply, and a quarrel was imminent, but I interfered, and
showed them how easily a joke carried too far would lead to disputes
and bad feeling, urging them to avoid on
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