CHAPTER NINE.

As soon as Ready had executed his intentions, and had fed the animals,

he went to the cabin and called Mr Seagrave and William. With their

assistance the sheers were raised, and secured in their place; the boat

was then hooked on, but, as one person was required to bear it clear of

the davits and taffrail, they could not hoist it in.

"Master William, will you run down to Juno, and tell her to come on deck

to assist us--we must all work now?"

William soon returned with Juno, who was a strong girl; and, with her

assistance, they succeeded in getting the boat in.

The boat was turned over, and Ready commenced his work; while Mr

Seagrave, at his request, put the pitch-pot on the galley fire, all

ready for pitching the canvas when it was nailed on. It was not till

dinner-time that Ready, who had worked hard, could patch up the boat; he

then payed the canvas and the seams which he had caulked with pitch both

inside and out.

"I think we shall do now, sir," said Ready; "we'll drag her to the

gangway and launch her. It's fortunate for us that they did clear away

the gunnel, as we shall have no trouble."

A rope was made fast to the boat, to hold her to the ship: she was then

launched over the gunnel by the united exertions of Mr Seagrave and

Ready, and to their great satisfaction she appeared to leak very little.

"Now, sir," said Ready, "what shall we do first--take some things on

shore, or some of the children?"

"What do you say, Ready?"

"I think as the water is as smooth as glass, and we can land anywhere,

you and I had better go first to reconnoitre,--it is not two hundred

yards to the beach, and we shall lose but little time."

"Very well, Ready, I will first run down and tell my wife."

"And, in the meanwhile, I'll put the sail into the boat, and one or two

other things."

Ready put the sail in, an axe, a musket, and some cord; then they both

got into the boat and pulled on shore.

When they landed, they found that they could see nothing of the interior

of the island, the cocoa-nut groves were so thick; but to their right

they perceived, at about a quarter of a mile off, a small sandy cove,

with brushwood growing in front of the cocoa-nut trees.

"That," said Ready, pointing to it, "must be our location. Let us get

into the boat again and pull to it."

In a few minutes they arrived at the cove; the water was shallow, and as

clear as crystal. Beneath the boat's bottom they could see beautiful

shells, and the fish darting about in every direction.

The sand extended about forty yards from the water, and then commenced

the brushwood, which ran back about forty yards further, intermingled

with single cocoa-nut trees, until it joined the cocoa-nut grove. They

pulled the boat in and landed.

"What a lovely spot this is!" exclaimed Mr Seagrave; "and perhaps

mortal man has never yet visited it till now: those cocoa-nuts have

borne their fruit year after year, have died, and others have sprung up

in their stead; and here has this spot remained, perhaps for centuries,

all ready for man to live in, and to enjoy whenever he should come to

it."

"Providence is bountiful, Mr Seagrave," replied Ready, "and supplies

our wants when we least expect it. If you please we will walk a little

way into the wood: take the gun as a precaution, sir; not that there

appears to be much occasion for it--there is seldom anything wild on

these small islands, except a pig or two has been put on shore by

considerate Christians."

"Well, now that we are in the grove, Ready, what do you think?"

"I was looking for a place to fix a tent up for the present, sir, and I

think that on that little rise would be a very good place till we can

look about us and do better; but we have no time now, sir, for we have

plenty of trips to make before nightfall. If you please, we'll haul the

sail and other articles on to the beach, and then return on board."

As they were pulling the boat back, Ready said, "I've been thinking

about what is best, Mr Seagrave. Would Mrs Seagrave mind your leaving

her?--if not, I should say we should have Juno and William on shore

first, as they can be of use."

"I do not think that she will mind being left on board with William and

the children, provided that I return for her when she is to come on

shore herself with the baby."

"Well then, let William remain on board, if you please, sir. I'll land

you and Juno, Tommy, and the dogs, this time, for they will be a

protection in case of accidents. You and Juno can be doing something

while I return by myself for the other articles we shall require."

As soon as they arrived on board, Mr Seagrave went down to cheer his

wife with the account of what they had seen. While he was down below,

Ready had cast off the lashings of the two spars which had formed the

sheers, and dragging them forward, had launched them over the gunnel,

with lines fast to them, ready for towing on shore. In a few minutes

Juno and Tommy made their appearance on deck; Ready put some tools into

the boat, and a couple of shovels, which he brought up when he went for

the dogs, and once more they landed at the sandy cove. Tommy stared

about him a great deal, but did not speak, until he saw the shells lying

on the beach, when he screamed with delight, and began to pick them up

as fast as he could; the dogs barked and galloped about, overjoyed at

being once more on shore; and Juno smiled as she looked around her,

saying to Ready, "What a nice place!"

"Now, Mr Seagrave, I'll remain on shore with you a little. First,

we'll load the musket in case of need, and then you can put it out of

the way of Tommy, who fingers everything, I observe. We will take up

the sail between us. Juno, you can carry the tools; and then we can

come back again for the spars, and the rope, and the other things.

Come, Tommy, you can carry a shovel at all events, and that will make

you of some use."

Having taken all these things to the little knoll which Ready had

pointed out before, they returned for the spars; and in two trips they

had carried everything there, Tommy with the second shovel on his

shoulder, and very proud to be employed.

"Here are two trees which will answer our purpose pretty well," said

Ready, "as they are far enough apart: we must lash the spars up to them,

and then throw the sail over, and bring it down to the ground at both

ends; that will be a beginning, at all events; and I will bring some

more canvas on shore, to set up the other tent between these other

trees, and also to shut up the two ends of both of them; then we shall

have a shelter for Madam, and Juno, and the younger children, and

another for William, Tommy, and ourselves. Now, sir, I'll just help you

to lash the spars, and then I'll leave you to finish while I go on board

again."

"But how can we reach so high, Ready?"

"Why, sir, we can manage that by first lashing a spar as high as we can

conveniently reach, and then standing on that while we lash the other in

its proper place. I shall bring another spar on shore, that we may do

the same when we set up the other tent."

Having by this plan succeeded in lashing the spar high enough, and

throwing the sail over the spar, Ready and Mr Seagrave spread it out,

and found that it made a very good-sized tent.

"Now, sir, I'll return on board; in the meantime, if you can cut pegs

from the brush-wood to fasten the sail down to the ground, and then with

the shovel cover the bottom of it with sand to keep it down, it will be

close enough when it is all finished."

"I shall do very well," replied Mr Seagrave; "Juno can help me to pull

the canvas out tight when I am ready."

"Yes; and in the meantime, Juno, take a shovel, and level the inside of

the tent nice and smooth, and throw out all those old cocoa-nut leaves,

and look if you see any vermin lurking among them. Master Tommy, you

must not run away; and you must not touch the axes, they will cut you if

you do. It may be as well to say, Mr Seagrave, that should anything

happen, and you require my assistance, you had better fire off the gun,

and I will come on shore to you immediately."

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