DISCUSSION OF PLANS--DOUBTS--DIFFERENCES OF OPINION--WHAT WAS AGREED
UPON--BAKING A TURKEY WITHOUT AN OVEN--FLYING SIGNAL
"Really this is a fine country!" said Robert, referring, with the air of
a feasted epicure, to the abundant marooning dinner from which he had
risen. "Wild turkey, squirrel, and oysters! I doubt whether our old
friend Robinson Crusoe himself fared better than we."
"It is a fine place indeed," Harold replied; "and so long as our powder
and shot last, we might live like princes. But, Robert," he continued,
"it is time that we begin to determine our plan of operations. What
shall we do?"
"Do!" echoed Robert, "why return home as soon as possible. What else
have we to do?"
"To determine how we are to return and in what direction."
"Then I say," Robert replied, "the same way that we came, only a little
nearer shore."
"But who can tell me the course?" Harold asked.
"Yonder," replied Frank, pointing to the sea.
"No, buddy," said Robert, "that is only our _last_ course; we came in
from sea. Home is yonder," pointing nearly north.
"Now, I think you are both wrong," said Harold, "for according to my
judgment home is yonder," pointing nearly east. "At least, I recollect
that when I was working at the chain the sun was behind us, for my
shadow fell in the water, and I do not recollect that we have changed
our course since. So far as I know we started west, and kept west."
"That would have carried us into the open gulf," returned Robert.
"And that is exactly where I think we are," Harold affirmed.
"But there are no islands in the gulf," argued Robert, "nor land either,
after you leave Tampa, until you reach Mexico. And we are surely not in
Mexico."
"I do not know where we are," said his cousin. "I only know that we
left home with our faces to the west, and that the water kept boiling
under our bow for ten long hours. How fast we went, or what land we
have reached, I know no more than Frank does."
"But we saw islands and points of land to our left," Robert insisted;
"it is _impossible_ for us to be in the gulf."
"Then where do you suppose we are!"
"On the coast of Florida, to the south of Tampa. There is no other place
within reach, answering the description."
"But how do you know we are not on some island?"
"We may be on an island; but if so, it is still on the Florida coast,"
Robert replied, "for there are no islands beside these, nearer than the
West Indies, and we are surely not on any of them."
Harold shook his head. "I cannot answer your reasoning, for you are a
better scholar than I. We may be where you suppose; and I confess that
without your superior knowledge of geography I should never have
conceived it; but still my impression is, that neither of us know well
enough where we are to warrant our going far from land. A voyage in an
open boat upon a rough sea is no trifle. I am afraid of it. Put me on
land, and I will promise to do as much as any other boy of my age; but
put me on sea, out of sight of land, and I am a coward, because I know
neither where I am, nor what to do."
"But what shall we do?" Robert inquired; "we cannot stay here for ever."
"No; but we can remain here, or somewhere else as safe, until we better
understand our case," answered Harold. "And who knows but in the
meantime some vessel may pass and take us home. One passed on
yesterday."
Robert mused awhile, and replied, "I believe you are right as to the
propriety of our waiting. Father will certainly set all hands to work
to search for us. The vessel we saw yesterday will no doubt carry to him
the news of their seeing us going in a certain direction at a certain
time. He will be sure to search for us somewhere in this neighbourhood;
and we had better on that account not move far away."
Mary and Frank were attentive, though silent listeners to this colloquy.
Mary’s colour went and came with every variation in their prospect of an
immediate return. She was anxious, principally, on her father’s account.
Her affectionate heart mourned over the distress which she knew he must
then be feeling; but when she came to reflect on the uncertainty of
their position, and the danger of a voyage, and also that her father had
probably ere this heard of them through the cutter, she was satisfied to
remain. Poor Frank cried bitterly, when he first learnt that they were
not to return immediately; but his cheerful nature soon rebounded, and a
few words of comfort and hope were sufficient to make him picture to
himself a beautiful vessel, with his father on board, sailing into their
quiet river, and come for the purpose of taking them all home.
"Before we conclude on remaining _here_," said Harold. "I think it will
be best for us to sail around the island, if it is one, and see what
sort of a place it is."
This precaution was so just that it received their immediate assent.
They fixed upon the next morning as the time for their departure; and
not knowing how far they should go, or how long they might stay, they
concluded to take with them all that they had.
"But," inquired Mary, "what shall we do with our large fat turkey?" (a
part of it only having been prepared for the table); "shall we cook it
here, or carry it raw?"
"Let us cook it here," said Harold; "I will show you how to bake it,
Indian fashion, without an oven."
Among the articles put up by William were a spade and a hoe. With these
Harold dug a hole in the dryest part of the beach; and, at his request,
Robert took Mary and Frank to the tree above, and brought down a supply
of small wood. The hole was two and a-half feet deep and long, and a
foot and a-half wide, looking very much like a baby’s grave. Frank
looked archly at his cousin, and asked if he was going to have a
_funeral_, now that he had a grave. "Yes," replied Harold, "a merry
one." The wood was cut quite short, and the hole was heaped full; and
the pile being set to burning at the top, Harold said,
"There is another little piece of work to be done, which did not occur
to me until digging that hole. It is to set up a signal on the beach to
attract attention from sea."
"I wonder we did not think of that before," remarked Robert. "It would
certainly have been an unpardonable oversight to have left the coast, as
we expect to do tomorrow, without leaving something to show that we are
here, or in the neighbourhood."
The boys went to the grove, and cutting a long straight pole, brought it
to the tent, and made fast to it the sheet which before had served them
as a signal; after which the company went together to the sea shore, and
planted the signal under the bluff, so that it could be distinctly seen
from sea, but would be hidden from the land. This place was selected
for the same reason that induced Harold to build his fire under the
bluff--to avoid hostile observation. The young people looked up sadly
yet hopefully to this silent watchman, which was to tell their coming
friends that they were expected; and with many an unuttered wish turned
their faces towards the tent.
[Illustration: The company went together to the sea shore and planted
the signal]
The fire in the oven had by this time burnt down, but by reason of the
dampness of the earth the hole was not hot enough. Another supply of
wood was put in, and while it was burning our young marooners went to
the oyster bank for another supply of oysters, then to the spring for
water, and to the tree for wood. The labours of life were coming upon
them.
A sufficient heat having been produced by the second fire, Harold
requested Robert to clear the hole of all ashes, smoking brands, and
unburnt bits of wood, while he went once more to the grove. He returned
with a clean white stick, about a yard long, which he used as a spit for
the turkey, resting the two ends in holes made at each end of the oven.
It was now nearly dark. The little company stood around the heated
hole, admiring the simple contrivance by which their wild turkey was to
be so nicely cooked, when, to the surprise of every one, Mary burst into
a hearty laugh. Harold asked what she meant.
"I was thinking," she replied, almost choking with laughter, "how funny
it will be tomorrow morning when you visit your grave, and come to take
out your nice baked turkey, to find that the dogs had been to the
funeral before you."
"That is a fact," said Harold, amused at the conceit. "I did not think
of the dogs. But do you all come with me again for a few minutes, and I
will make the oven secure from that danger also."
He led the way up the bluff, hatchet in hand, and loaded all with small
poles and palmetto leaves. The poles were laid across the oven, and the
palmetto leaves spread thickly above the poles. "I had forgotten this
part of the ceremony," said Harold. "But this cover is put on not so
much to keep the dogs out as to keep the heat in. I will show you at
bed time a surer way to manage them."
"O, you will tie them up, hey?" asked Harry.
"Surely," he replied, "that is the cheapest way to keep dogs from
mischief."
Buried almost hermetically in its heated cell, the turkey seasoned to
their taste, was left to its fate for the night.