THE ENCHANTED ISLE
Let us now return to the Sea Eagle, and find out what is happening
there.
You recollect that Juarez had just discovered two islands lying on the
South-eastern horizon, the one, long and low, the other comparatively
short and dumpy. He had been conversing with the tall shepherd of the
island, who seemed to take an interest in Juarez. But because of his
isolated life during a greater part of the year, he would have taken an
interest in a stone idol, if he had chanced to discover one.
"Which of these islands are we making for?" inquired Juarez.
"The one where we land," replied the sheep farmer oracularly. "I might
ask the Cap'n, only I never pester him with questions. You aren't a
Yankee, are you?"
"No," replied Juarez, "I'm not. My folks live in Western Kansas."
"I'm glad to hear it, son. But what are you doing here?" he asked.
"You aren't a Yankee, are you?" inquired Juarez, quizzically. The man
laughed softly to himself.
"You've got me there, lad," he said. "It looks to me," he continued,
"that the old man is going to steer for the further island."
"Then you will have to swim for your home," remarked Juarez.
"I can wade," he replied whimsically, looking down at his long legs.
"You are a humorist," said Juarez.
"No, you can put me down for a philosopher, that is to say, a man who
has much time to think and nothing to do."
"I should like to be one," said Juarez. "Suppose you holy-stone these
decks while I try it."
"No, my friend," replied the shepherd, "I am too much of a philosopher
to make any such swap."
"Is Captain Broom one?" asked Juarez.
"Well, he is a sort of a philosopher till he gets mad, then he becomes a
living active volcano, belching out a lava of hot language and scorching
things generally. I guess that I had better be moving along. I see that
he is eyeing me from the Bridge, and he is likely to get active any
moment if I keep you from working." With this the lanky shepherd
strolled forward and seating himself upon the top of the boys' sleeping
place in the bow, smoked his pipe in meditative comfort.
His estimate in regard to the destination of the Sea Eagle proved to be
correct. For in the early afternoon the ship passed under the lee of the
long island and was steaming up the channel between it and the mainland,
which was distant some thirty-five miles.
The fog had cleared by noon, and there was that complete transition to
brilliant, sunny weather. There was a sort of a white haze along the
distant coast and beyond far inland, rose the faint summits of the high
mountains.
Fortunately Juarez and Tom had a chance to observe their new
surroundings for they had been set to work sewing on a small sail that
was to be used in one of the boats. They sat upon the top of one of the
hatches, under the watchful eyes of old Pete and the philosophic gaze of
the shepherd. Sewing was one of the accomplishments of the Frontier
Boys. They had been obliged to learn.
"What is that particular bronze looking weed, floating in these waters?"
asked Tom. It was as Tom phrased it, bronze and a most beautiful color.
It was indeed a giant among weeds; just such as the garden of the ocean
would grow. The stems were fifty to eighty feet long, with peculiar
colored leaves eight to ten inches in length, growing on little boughs
from the parent stem. The whole structure was held up by small bronze
buoys, of a round shape.
"Well as ye seem likely boys and want to learn, I'll tell you about this
plant," said the shepherd. "The scientific fellows call it Algae. When
the world was first made this algae covered the whole surface of the
ocean."
"How did you learn this?" asked Juarez.
"You know that the Captain is quite a collector, and in his travels has
gotten together among many other things some interesting books. He gives
them to me when convenient." The face of the lanky shepherd was
perfectly grave when he spoke of Captain Broom as a collector.
"What makes the water so clear around here?" asked Juarez. "I never saw
anything like it."
"Well, you see," replied their mentor, "this island is placed
peculiarly, I mean this side of it. You see how quiet the water is?"
"It is certainly smooth and blue," said Juarez. "More like a lake than
the ocean."
"That's only true of this side," resumed the shepherd, "the other is
rough enough, but you see the prevailing winds are from the Northwest
and this shore is never disturbed. So on the beaches you will find not
sand, but smooth round pebbles, because there is no action of the water,
no breakers or waves to grind them into sand."
About four o'clock the Sea Eagle came into a perfectly beautiful little
harbor, at the South-eastern end of the island. There was a small level
plot back from the beach and on all sides rose steep hills and back of
them the mountains. It was the most picturesque scene the boys had ever
beheld in all their travels.
What would they not have given to have been free to roam that island,
hunting inland, or fishing or bathing along those quiet, enchanted
shores. But this was no pleasure excursion. Far from it. Captain Broom
had his own ideas, and he did not intend to make a landing at all.
"Get the whale boat ready, lads!" he ordered. "And put her over, we've
got no time to lose."
They lost no time either, under Captain Broom's commanding eye.
What was necessary for the cruise was already in the boat. Two casks of
water, several guns, and a lot of provisions. Then the boat was hove
overboard into the quiet bay. The captain was ready with a much battered
satchel in his hand. Not for one second did he entrust it to any one
else.
"Now over with you, you two lads," he commanded and Juarez and Tom,
with a sinking of the heart, got into the boat. This was the last leg of
their mysterious journey, and it boded them no good they felt sure of
that. The mate they noticed stayed aboard in charge of the ship.
They were put in the stern where old Pete had the steering oar. Near
them sat the shepherd on one of the casks of water, his long legs
getting uncertain accommodation. The captain had his position in the bow
and two powerful sailors were at the oars, one on either side. They did
not sit down, but stood up to their work.
Without any loss of time the boat got under way proceeding seaward from
the shelter of the beautiful little harbor. In spite of their
depression, the two boys could not help being interested in the
absolutely clear water in which they could look down for eighty feet.
They could see the straight slender columns of the Algae rising to the
surface, starting from where they were rooted in the bottom of the bay
and swaying to the slow pulsation of the tide. These strange plants of
this marine garden were marvels indeed. Between their stalks and among
the encrusted rocks swam in absolute unconsciousness of being watched,
many beautiful, and strange fishes.
Some were small of golden hue, with little spots of a marvelous blue
(poetry) that flashed like keen electric dew, (that will do). Others
were like gold fishes, a foot in length and of corresponding breadth.
There were long mackerel, and innumerable minnows, and over the rocks a
peculiar little fish crawled or rather walked on thin rat-like feet.
Before they had time to observe further the boat had got out of the
harbor where the water sunk away to blue unfathomed depth. When clear of
the harbor, they turned to the South, passing near a cove with a
symmetrical pebbly beach, built up for five feet, above the level of the
water. The ocean was perfectly smooth, with not a ripple upon its
surface. They were evidently making to round the Southern extremity of
the Island.