The nature of the ground had led us somewhat out of the course for the
house. We now struck across the country, hoping to reach it, the ground
being less covered with trees and underwood. We had gone for some
distance, when we saw before us a high mound. It could not be called a
mountain, but it was of considerable elevation, and of a conical shape,
with a flat top. My uncle believed that it had been formed by volcanic
action, though now being covered with brushwood and herbage and a few
tall trees, it was evident that it had been thrown up some time. We
climbed to the top of it, expecting to find a view of the sea beyond;
but the trees which clothed the base were too lofty to allow us to see
to any great distance. Here and there, however, there was a small gap,
through which we caught a glimpse of the ocean.
"This would make a fine place for a fort, if any of those pirate fellows
come this way," observed Dick Tarbox as I was standing near him. "I
would undertake to fortify it against all comers, if we had a little
time to make ready. I have seen some work of that sort in my younger
days, when I served aboard a man-of-war; and it would require daring
fellows to get inside such a place as we could make it, if we defended
it with the spirit which I know we should. Why, bless you, Walter, the
young ladies and the old Frau would load our muskets for us, and we
might blaze away till we had picked off every Malay who might attempt to
get up the hill."
"But why do you think pirates are likely to come here?" I asked.
"As to that, they are cruising about in these seas, and are as likely to
come here as to any other place, if they think they can get anything by
coming. Your uncle did wisely to build his house in the forest out of
sight, or he would have been carried off long ago; and as they have not
been here for some time, it is the more likely that they will come
soon."
There was a hollow in the centre of the cone which had probably formed
the mouth of the old volcano, if volcano it had been, thus making a rim
or bank all the way round; and on the top of this Tarbox proposed
erecting palisades, and a stage, from which we might fire. By making
hollows in the earth where we might store our goods and provisions, and
where the ladies might remain free from the risk of shot, our fort would
be perfect. My uncle overheard our conversation. "I hope there is
little risk of such an event," he observed carelessly. The wood below
us was so thick, that it seemed scarcely possible we could penetrate it.
However, we were compelled to get there some way or other, or we should
have had to go back the way we had come. While hunting about, we found
what appeared to be the bed of a stream, though perfectly dry. My
uncle, on examining it, said he was sure it led in the direction we
wished to go. After proceeding a little way, we found that it was
entirely free of trees or shrubs. The bottom was covered with stones,
rounded by the once boiling torrent which poured down from the high
ground during the rainy season. They were, however, not spheres, but
disk-shaped fragments of slate, very thin, the sharp corners rounded off
by the water. Here and there, too, we found boulders of opaque,
milk-white quartz. Generally the bed was level, but occasionally there
were holes where the torrent had been wont to rest in its course towards
the ocean. We proceeded along it at a far more rapid rate than we had
hitherto been able to move. The shadows which came across our path had
been growing longer and longer, when my uncle recognised some trees
which grew in the neighbourhood of the house. We had once more to use
our axes, and by exerting them actively, we cut our way through to the
path which he had formed. It was almost dusk when we saw the high
pointed roof of the house before us. Our shouts brought out the
inmates, the Frau leading the way, though not accustomed to running.
She clasped Emily and Grace in her arms, bursting into tears when she
saw them.
"Oh! so glad you come back!" she exclaimed. "We so frightened that you
have been carried away by de pirates!"
What she could mean we could scarcely understand, nor was Tanda at first
very explicit. Mr Hooker, however, after our greetings were over, told
us that as Tanda had been on the sea-shore, collecting shell-fish as a
variety to their repast, he had seen, at no great distance from the
land, several prows, which, from their build and general appearance, he
was sure were those of Sooloo rovers, or perhaps pirates from the coast
of Borneo. He had just arrived with the alarming intelligence, and he
was afraid they were coming to land on the island. The fading light
would scarcely enable us to discover them, for though a few minutes
before it had been broad daylight, darkness comes on so rapidly in that
latitude, that day, as it were, leaps into night in the course of a few
minutes. We hurried down, however, to the beach; but when we got there,
we could only distinguish in the far distance some shadowy forms, which
might have been the piratical vessels. Which way they were steering,
however, the most practised eyes among us could not discover, and
directly afterwards they were totally hid from sight. We returned to
the house to consult what was to be done.
"If you would take my advice, gentlemen," said Mr Thudicumb, "you will
have provisions done up, and arms and ammunition ready for a quick
march, and anything else that you consider most valuable to carry away.
We will then station a look-out down on the beach, or at the end of
Flagstaff Rock, to give us early notice of the approach of the enemy.
If they come, they are pretty sure to find this house out; and, if they
get hold of us, to knock us on the head or cut our throats. As,
however, you have explored the interior of the country, we shall know in
what direction to go, and we shall be able to have the start of them,
and may therefore get away into a safe place, where they cannot find us.
Probably they will be content with such booty as they can find here--
though there is not much to their taste--and will, after a time, take
themselves off."
Mr Thudicumb's advice was considered good, and my uncle and Mr Hooker
agreed to adopt it.
"If they do come, though, what a grievous pity it would be to have all
our collection destroyed," said Mr Hooker. "Is there no place where we
can stow them in safety?"
"We may hide them away, certainly," answered my uncle; "but the pirates
are pretty sure to ferret them out, thinking that some treasure is
within; and though they may not carry them away, they will break open
the cases, and then the contents will very soon be destroyed."
"Still we must give them a chance of safety," said Mr Hooker; "and
after we have made the arrangements for our flight, we must see what can
be done with them."
The poor Frau was in a state of great agitation and alarm, but Emily and
Grace were very far from frightened.
"We will help you to fight the pirates, if they come," said Emily; "and
with so many brave men, I am sure we shall beat them off."
"And you must teach me to load a musket," said Grace. "I think I know
how to do it, but I am not quite certain. I hope, however, they will
run away before we have to fire at them. I don't like the thought of
your having to kill people. It is very dreadful!"
Before we sat down to supper all arrangements were made. The girls were
excessively busy. Each had made up a large package of various articles
which they thought it would be necessary to carry--provisions and other
things. It was arranged that two men should go down to the beach at a
time to watch. Tanda and Dick Tarbox agreed to go first, and Potto
Jumbo and Roger Trew were to take the second part of the night.
"I think, however, you need not trouble yourselves, my friends," said
Mr Sedgwick, "for they will scarcely attempt to approach this coast in
the dark. There are but few places that I have visited in the
neighbourhood where boats could come ashore without risk, and they would
scarcely find them out, unless with daylight."
This remark somewhat comforted the Frau, and we had supper before Tanda
and Tarbox started. Mr Hooker and the mate had much recovered. The
former was in much better spirits than he had been since he landed.
Altogether we had a very pleasant meal, and no one would have supposed,
seeing us seated round the table, that a piratical fleet was in the
neighbourhood, likely to attack us.
After Tarbox and Tanda had set off, however, the spirits of the party
began to flag. No one cared to go to bed, as we did not know at what
moment we might be roused up. As the night drew on we became more and
more anxious. It was indeed a trying time, for even should they not
land at night, it was too probable that they would be down upon us
before daybreak. Still we could not help anxiously waiting for that
time. The hours appeared very long. Now and then I fell off to sleep,
and was awoke either by the noises of the animals in my uncle's
menagerie, or by some strange sounds from the neighbouring forests--the
voices of night-birds or beasts of prey. At last the two men who had
taken the first watch came back, reporting that they had seen nothing;
then Potto Jumbo, who had been lying down snoring loudly, started up,
and with Roger Trew went down to the shore. The second part of the
night appeared even longer than the first. Still I knew that it would
have an end. At length the streaks of early dawn appeared in the
eastern sky. The usual sounds of returning day came up from the forest.
The birds began to sing their cheerful notes, and ere long the sunbeams
lighted up the topmost branches of the lofty trees above our abode.
Just then the black and Roger Trew returned. "Hurrah, hurrah!" sung out
the black, "dey all sail away, and no come here!" Roger corroborated
his companion's statement; and Oliver and I, running down to the shore,
caught a glimpse of the pirates' sails, if pirates they were, just
sinking below the horizon. It was some time, however, before Frau
Ursula's mind could be tranquillised. She insisted that if they were in
the neighbourhood they would very likely return.
"Why do you think they will come here, good Frau?" said Mr Hooker.
"They are not likely to be aware that anybody is on this island, and
their object is to attack well-laden traders or towns, where booty can
be obtained. Even if they knew of our existence, we have little here to
tempt them."
It was, however, but too probable that had they caught sight of the
wreck, a large portion of which was still above water, they would have
come in, and we might have suffered severely, had they not either
carried us off as captives or put us to death. We had therefore great
reason to be thankful that they had passed by without visiting the
island.
Mr Thudicumb, though still not well enough to begin building the
vessel, assisted us in repairing the boat. I was anxious to go out and
fish; for having gained a good deal of experience with poor Macco, I was
in hopes of being able to supply the table with the result of my
industry. We had fortunately brought some fishing-lines and hooks. I
proposed manufacturing some lobster-baskets such as I had seen used, in
the hope of catching lobsters or crabs. We had plenty of materials in
the smaller creepers, some of which were of a tough fibre; and Roger
Trew, like many more sailors, understood basket-work. We were therefore
not long in manufacturing a dozen pots, which we baited with pieces of
pork. I should have said that my uncle had domesticated several pigs
which he had caught young, and which ran about in the neighbourhood of
the house, without any wish apparently to stray further. Roger Trew,
Oliver, and I made the first expedition, while the rest of the party
were making preparations for the vessel. It was not settled, however,
where she was to be built. We agreed, however, that in the
neighbourhood of the house it would be very inconvenient to launch her.
Our first expedition was very successful, and we brought home a good
supply of fish. The next day we carried out our lobster-pots, to try
our fortune with them. Before returning home after fishing we pulled
along the coast, when we saw at a distance a lofty cliff, with a number
of large birds flying about it. Some went off to a great distance, and
did not, as far as we could see, return. The report we gave of these,
on our return, made Mr Sedgwick desirous of accompanying us on our next
expedition.
"They must be, I suspect, from your account of them, Walter, cormorants,
or rather that species of them known as the frigate-bird."
No one is so eager as a naturalist when in search of a specimen, and we
soon saw that Mr Sedgwick would be far more pleased if we took him
round to the cliff, than should we catch a boat-load of fish.
"Suppose then, sir, that we start the first thing for the cliff, and we
can then return and land you if you do not wish to remain for the
fishing," I observed.
"A very good idea, Walter," he answered. "You and Roger Trew can go,
then, to manage the boat, and I will take my rifle. It is difficult to
approach those birds near enough to shoot one, and I have long wished to
obtain some specimens in full feather."
It was arranged, therefore, that the next morning we should start
directly after breakfast. As, however, there was time during that
evening, we carried out our lobster-pots, and placed them in a long row
on a rocky bed, where we had every hope that lobsters would be found,
and we agreed to take them up on our return. We hurried over breakfast,
as Mr Sedgwick was eager to be off, and we then pulled away along the
shore, looking into the various indentations and bays as we passed, in
the hope of finding a spot where our proposed vessel might be launched,
and which might at the same time serve as a harbour. It was very
important to find a small harbour of some sort, where we might fit her
out after she was afloat. We had not gone far when we came to a point
with a reef running almost at right angles with it, which served as a
breakwater. Inside was a sandy beach.
"Why, that is just the place we are looking for, Walter," observed Mr
Sedgwick. "See! we shall find, I think, an entrance at the other end of
this reef; and if so, nothing can be more perfect."
We eagerly pulled round the reef, sounding as we went with our oars, and
had the satisfaction of finding that there was ample water for such a
vessel as we proposed to build. We could see the forest coming close
down to the water's edge, and affording an ample supply of timber. We
should therefore have but a little way to carry it. We agreed to take
Mr Thudicumb there the following day, and if he agreed with us, to lose
no further time in laying the keel for our vessel. A little further on
we came in sight of the cliff on which we had seen the birds. No sooner
did we point them out to Mr Sedgwick than he exclaimed--
"Yes; those, from their flight, must be frigate-birds. No ordinary
_cormorant_ would fly as they do. They have come there to breed; for it
is seldom, except on that occasion, that those wonderful birds ever
visit the land. What extraordinary power of wing they possess! It is
said that they are never seen to swim or to repose upon the waters. I
certainly have never seen them except on the wing."
There was a stiffish breeze, which had created a little sea; and it
seemed doubtful, although Mr Sedgwick was a good shot, whether he would
be steady enough to hit one of the birds he so much desired. We pulled
on, however, keeping as close as we could venture under the cliff, so as
to be concealed from their sight till we got near them. Roger Trew took
the two oars, while I sat at the helm to steer the boat more steadily.
My uncle stood up, rifle in hand, eagerly waiting till we got within
range of the birds. However, they were so eagerly engaged in preparing
the homes for their future young that they scarcely appeared to notice
our approach, but kept flying about round the cliff as they had done the
day before when we first saw them. At length one of the magnificent
birds came within range of my uncle's rifle. Though his nerves were as
well strung as those of most men, I fancied his hands trembled in his
eagerness to obtain his prize. He recovered himself, however, in a
moment, and, balancing his feet at the bottom of the tossing boat,
fired. An instant afterwards a vast mass began to descend, at first
slowly, then it passed rapidly through the air like a huge piece of snow
cast before an avalanche, and down it came with a loud thud into the
water.
"Pull! pull!" he cried; and Roger Trew exerting his arms, we were soon
up to the bird. It was still alive, though unable to impel itself
through the water or to rise. It stretched out its beak towards us, but
all power had gone; and as my uncle eagerly seized it, and drew it into
the boat, it ceased to struggle. The shot had alarmed the other birds,
some of whom were seen to soar high up into the air. Up, up they went,
till they became mere specks in the blue sky, then disappeared
altogether. Others, however, retained their position round the rock,
flying about in a startled manner, apparently unable to ascertain the
cause of the loud sound they had heard. Meantime Mr Sedgwick again
loaded, and a second bird was brought down. He offered a great deal
more resistance, but a blow from Roger Trew's oar quickly settled him.
My uncle was highly delighted with his success. The second shot had put
all the birds to flight, and it did not appear likely that a third would
be killed. We therefore put the boat's head round, and pulled along the
shore homewards.
On our way back Mr Sedgwick expatiated on the powers and beauty of the
frigate-bird. "See," he observed, "these feathers are not of that
coarse and downy texture peculiar to aquatic birds; indeed, its graceful
form and all the internal arrangements seem especially adapted--I was
almost going to say for eternal flight. See these wings, twelve feet
from tip to tip. Observe this forked tail, these short legs, the thighs
not more than an inch in length. Unless perched on some rocky pinnacle,
it is unable to take flight. Neither, you will observe, is it adapted
for living on the waves. See its feet; they are unlike those of
water-fowl, being but partially webbed. Now, when I come to show you
the interior of the creature, you will see with what surprising
arrangements it is furnished for flight without fatigue in the loftiest
regions of the air, where it can even sleep without the danger of
descending. See beneath its throat this large pouch; it communicates
with the lungs, and also with the hollow and wonderfully light bone-work
of its skeleton. When it wishes, therefore, to rest in air, it first
spreads out its mighty wings, which are almost sufficient to float its
light body. It then fills its enormous pouch with air, from whence it
is forced into all its bones, and even into the cavities between the
flesh and the skin. Now this air enters cold, but in a short time, from
the heat of the bird's circulation, which is greater than that of other
animals, it becomes rarified, and will consequently swell out both the
pouch and every cavity I have spoken of, thus giving the bird a
wonderful buoyancy, even in the highest regions of the atmosphere. We
saw how high those birds went just now, but they probably have gone far
higher. In the same way, when the weather is stormy near the earth, the
frigate-bird rises into the higher and calmer regions, where, with
outspread wing, it remains suspended, motionless, and at rest. There it
might remain for days together, unless compelled by hunger to descend.
When this is the case, it expels the rarified air from its body and
pouch, and drops swiftly towards the ocean. It never, however, dives,
or even swims, but as it comes within a few feet of the waves, it
instantly brings itself to a stop, and skimming along, catches the
flying-fish with its hawk-like bill or talons, holding its neck and feet
in a horizontal direction, striking the upper column of air with its
wings, and then raising and closing them against each other above its
back."
On seeing this wonderful bird I could easily believe the accounts my
uncle gave me. I remembered, when on board the _Bussorah Merchant_,
seeing some tropic birds, which, like the frigate-bird, can ascend to a
vast height. One appeared out of the blue sky, when, descending
suddenly towards the ship like a falling star, it checked its course,
and hovering for a while over our masts, darted away with its two long
projecting tail-feathers streaming in the air towards a shoal of
flying-fish, which had just then risen from the water. It caught one,
and again ascended in the most graceful way towards the blue heavens, to
enjoy its repast.
The Chinese, my uncle told me, train the common cormorant to fish for
them, the birds being taught to return with their prey to the boat in
which their master sits, when they receive a small fish as their reward.
As, however, the bird might help itself, and refuse to work for an
employer, the cunning Chinese fastens a band round its throat
sufficiently tight to prevent it from swallowing the fish, but not to
impede its free action in other respects. The hungry bird, therefore,
very gladly returns to the boat to have this inconvenient appendage
removed, in order that it may enjoy its limited repast, considering that
"half a loaf is better than no bread." My uncle showed me on our return
a sketch, which will explain the mode of proceeding even better than my
verbal description.
We were still talking of these wonderful birds, when we came near where
we had placed our lobster-pots. They must have been on the edge of the
bank, for we found that two or three had been carried away into deep
water. However, we caught sight of their floats at some distance.
Having drawn up the first we put down, several of which had large
lobsters, or fish and crabs, with various other creatures in them, we
pulled away to recover the rest. Two were empty.
"I suppose it is scarcely worth while hauling up the other one," I
observed.
"We shall lose it if we do not, though there is no great chance of it
having anything within it," answered Roger Trew.
However, as we began to haul it up, we discovered by the feel that it
had something in it. As we got it up to the side, Roger Trew remarked
that it was after all only a squid, probably, or some nasty creature of
that sort.
"Haul it in! haul it in, and let me look at it!" exclaimed Mr Sedgwick.
"Wonderfully beautiful!" he exclaimed. "What a prize!" And as if he
were handling the most delicate piece of mechanism, he carefully lifted
the basket into the boat.
"What is it?" I asked. "What can it be?"
"What is it!" exclaimed my uncle. "It is worth coming all the way from
England to obtain, and living out here many years. Why, this is a
perfect nautilus!" With the greatest care he drew out the fragile shell
with the creature inside. "See," he said, "it belongs to the genus
_Cephalapoda_. It is one of the _Polythalamous_, or many-chambered
shells."
"Well, I should call it a big snail of rather a curious shape," observed
Roger Trew.
However, as far as the shape was concerned, it more approached a horn
with the end curled up and placed in the mouth. My uncle said he was
rather doubtful that, when alive, the nautilus did float on the water.
However, he confessed that many naturalists assert that it does so, as
do certainly the people of the coast near which it is found. He told me
that possibly this idea had arisen because the shell, when empty, swims
on the surface. The creature, when at the bottom, crawls along like any
other snail. Sometimes it dies and falls out, when the shell rises to
the surface by means of the gases generated in its chambers; and thus
they are seen floating on the waves. Others say, however, that the
animal itself with the shell, putting out its head and all its
tentacles, spreads them upon the water with the poop of the shell above
it. The light part of the shell rising above the waves is taken for the
sail with which it is said to move over the surface. Numbers are seen
together after a storm, by which it is supposed that they congregate
also at the bottom in troops. They certainly do not sail for any length
of time; but having taken in all their tentacles, they turn over their
boat, and thus once more descend to the bottom.