Johnny expressed a fervent wish that he was a painter, in order that we

might sail round the island, take sketches of the scenery, and then

paint a panorama, embracing all the best views, by exhibiting which at

twenty-five cents a head, we should all make our fortunes upon getting

home. He appeared to have some doubts, however, whether that particular

time of day could be painted, even by the most accomplished artist. The

lagoon channel wound through fields of branching coral trees of

luxuriant growth, among which, numbers of large fish were moving

sluggishly about, as if they had got up too early, and were more than

half inclined to indulge in another nap. As we passed over a sort of

bar, where there was not more than a fathom and a half of water, we

espied an immense green turtle at the bottom, quietly pursuing his way

across our track, and though by no means a beautiful creature, looking

infinitely happier and more lively than the dull-eyed wretches of his

race, which I have seen lying on their backs, at the doors of the New

York restaurants, ready to be converted into soup and steaks. Johnny

mourned over the impracticability of making any attempt at his capture,

and heaved a sigh which seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, as

the unsightly reptile disappeared among the mazes of the submarine

shrubbery. The hardship of the case, seemed to be greatly aggravated in

his eyes, as he contrasted it with the better fortune of Robinson Crusoe

and the Swiss Family, the former of whom, as he reminded us, caught "any

quantity of turtles" on the beach of his island, with no other trouble

than that of turning them over upon their backs; while the latter,

having surprised an enormous fellow taking an afternoon nap on the

surface of the water, treacherously harpooned him in his sleep, and

then, steering him as easily as one would drive a well-broken nag,

compelled him to tow themselves and their pinnace ashore.

A somewhat startling incident put an end to these interesting

reminiscences. Johnny was leaning over the gunwale, and with his face

almost touching the surface, and his hands playing in the water, was

peering down into the lagoon, probably on the look-out for another

turtle, when a large shark, coming as it seemed from beneath the boat,

rose suddenly but quietly, and made a snatch at him. Johnny saw the

monster barely in time; for just as he sprang up with a cry of affright,

and fell backwards into the boat the shark's shovel-nose shot four feet

above water at our stern, his jaws snapping together as he disappeared

again, with a sound like the springing of a powerful steel-trap. Though

baffled in his first attack, the voracious fish continued to follow us,

watching closely an opportunity for a more successful attempt. He was a

large brown shark, of the species known to sailors as the

"sea-attorney," which designation, together with his formidable

reputation for keenness, vigilance, and enterprise, shows the estimation

in which the members of the ancient and honourable profession of the

law, are held by the honest sons of Neptune. Max professed to recognise

him, as our acquaintance of the previous evening, by whom himself and

Browne had been for a time kept in a state of blockade: our present

visitor certainly evinced the same uncommon fierceness and audacity

which had astonished us in the individual referred to. He was a trim,

round-bodied, compact fellow with a wonderful display of vigour, and

even of grace, in his movements; but though not without a certain kind

of beauty, I do not wish to be understood as saying that his personal

appearance was upon the whole, prepossessing. On the contrary, his

expression, if I may venture to use the term, (and he certainly had a

good deal of expression), was, if not decidedly bad, at the least

exceedingly sinister. His flattened head, and long leather-like snout

together with a pair of projecting goggle eyes, so situated as to

command a view both in front and rear, and which he kept turning

restlessly on every side, contributed greatly to enhance this forbidding

aspect. Every moment he seemed to grow fiercer and bolder, and at

length he actually laid hold of our keel next the rudder and fairly

shook the boat from stem to stern. To our great relief, he soon

desisted from this, for such was his bulk and strength, that we hardly

knew what he might not effect in his furious efforts. His next move,

was to make a sudden dash at Max's oar, which had probably given him

offence by coming too near his nose, and which he jerked from his hands.

Max seemed to regard this last exploit as a personal affront, and loudly

declared that, "this was going altogether too far, and that he should

not stand it any longer." He accordingly proceeded with great energy,

to lash his cutlass to the handle of one of the remaining oars, with

some twine which he found in the locker, threatening all sorts of

terrible things against the unsuspecting object of his wrath. Meanwhile

Morton succeeded in fishing up the lost oar, which the vigilance and

activity of our attentive escort rendered a somewhat dangerous

undertaking; when recovered, the marks of six rows of formidable teeth

were found deeply indented upon its blade.

Max having completed his novel weapon, Browne, who had been engaged in

an unprofitable attempt to strike the shark across the eyes with his

cutlass, inquired, "what he was going to do with that clumsy

contrivance!"

"That clumsy contrivance, as you rashly term it," replied Max, with

dignity, "is designed as a shark-exterminator, with which I intend

forthwith to pay my respects to this audacious sea-bully. We have stood

on the defensive quite long enough, and I am now about to carry the war

into Africa."

He accordingly jumped upon the middle seat of the yawl, where, in spite

of all attempts at dissuasion, he stood watching a favourable

opportunity for a thrust. This was soon presented. All unconscious of

the unfriendly designs cherished against him, the shark came propelling

himself carelessly alongside, and directly under Max's nose, with his

back fin quite above water. The temptation was not to be resisted. Max

braced himself as firmly as possible in his position: Arthur

expostulated, and begged him at least to get down and stand in the boat:

Morton exhorted him to caution. But he only answered by a wave of the

hand and a grim smile; then requesting Browne to lay fast hold of his

waist-band, to assist him in preserving the centre of gravity, he raised

his weapon in both hands, and giving it a preliminary flourish, brought

it down with his full force, aiming at the broadest part of the fish's

back, just forward of the dorsal fin. But the weapon was too dull, or

the blow too feeble, to pierce the tough hide of the "sea-attorney," for

it glanced smoothly off and Max losing his balance, went headlong into

the sea. Browne, in a hasty effort to save him came near going over

also, while the boat careened until the water poured in over the

gunwale, and for a moment there was imminent danger of capsizing. Max

came to the surface, almost paralysed with fright, and clutched

convulsively at the side of the boat; when we drew him on board

unharmed, but pale and shivering, as he well might be, after so

extraordinary an escape. The shark had disappeared, and was now nowhere

to be seen. Not being accustomed to Max's system of "carrying the war

into Africa," so sudden and headlong an attack in his own element had

probably somewhat disconcerted him. Max made a great effort to assume

an air of composure. "Well!" said he, looking coolly around, "the enemy

has, I perceive, beaten a retreat. I dare say he was quite as much

frightened as I was, and that is saying a good deal."

"But what has become of that patent shark-exterminator!" observed

Browne, "I don't see it anywhere: has the enemy carried it off as a

trophy of victory, as conquering knights take possession of the arms of

their vanquished adversaries!"

"It is much more likely," replied Max with disdain, "that he has carried

it off stuck fast in his carcass."

But neither supposition proved to be correct, for we presently picked up

the "exterminator," floating near us. Johnny narrowly examined the

blade, and was much disappointed at not finding "any blood on it."

Max now took an oar to steady his nerves by rowing, for, notwithstanding

his assumed composure and forced pleasantry, they had evidently been a

good deal shaken by his recent narrow escape.

By the time we came in sight of Sea-bird's Point, the increasing light,

and the rosy glow in the "dappled east," heralded the rising of the sun,

and announced that the heat and glare of the tropical day, were on the

point of succeeding the mild freshness of "incense-breathing morn." Nor

were other tokens wanting, that the reign of night was over. A strange

confusion of indistinct and broken sounds, issuing from myriads of nests

and perches all along the beach, showed that the various tribes of

sea-fowl were beginning to bestir themselves. A few slumbrous,

half-smothered sounds from scattered nests preluded the general concert,

and then the notes were taken up, and repeated by the entire feathered

population for miles along the shore, until the clamour seemed like that

of ten thousand awakening barn-yards. And now the scene began to be

enlivened by immense multitudes of birds, rising in the air, and

hovering in clouds over the lagoon. Some wheeled around us in their

spiral flight; others skimmed the water like swallows, dipping with

marvellous promptness after any ill-starred fish that ventured near the

surface; others again, rose high into the air, from whence, by their

incredible keenness of sight, they seemed readily to discern their prey,

when, poising themselves an instant on expanded wings, they would pounce

perpendicularly downward, and disappearing entirely in the water for an

instant, emerge, clutching securely a struggling victim. But in

carrying on this warfare upon the finny inhabitants of the lagoon the

feathered spoilers were not perfectly united and harmonious; and fierce

domestic contentions occasionally interrupted and diversified their

proceedings. A number of unprincipled man-of-war hawks, who preferred

gaining their livelihood by robbing their neighbours and associates, to

relying upon their own honest industry, would sail lazily around on

wide-spread pinions, watching with the air of unconcerned spectators the

methodical toil of the plodding gannets. But the instant that one of

the latter rose from a successful plunge, with a plump captive writhing

in his grasp, all appearance of indifference would vanish, and some

dark-plumaged pirate of the lagoon, pouncing down like lightning upon

his unwarlike neighbour, would ruthlessly despoil him of his hard-earned

prize. One of these piratical gentry suffered before our eyes a fate

worthy of his rapacity. A gannet had seized upon a fish much larger

than his strength enabled him to manage, and was struggling in vain to

lift it into the air, when a hawk darted upon them, and striking his

talons into the fish, put the gannet to flight. But the greedy victor

had greatly miscalculated the strength of his intended prey. A

desperate conflict, sometimes under water, and sometimes just at the

surface, ensued. The hawk struggled gallantly, but in vain, and was at

length drawn under by his ponderous antagonist, to rise no more.

We landed a short distance beyond Johnny's row of "Oyster-trees," and by

the time we had climbed the hill, the sun had risen, though not yet

visible above the wooded heights which sheltered us to the eastward.

We were so intent upon our house-building project that, contenting

ourselves with a self-denying breakfast of cocoa-nuts, we at once set

zealously to work in carrying it out.

Arthur directed, superintended, and laid out the work in detail.

Morton, having fitted a handle to the hatchet-head, and laboriously

sharpened it upon a rough stone, undertook to supply materials as fast

as called for. While he cut down trees of the kind and size required by

Arthur, Max trimmed off the branches with his cutlass, and prepared them

for use. Johnny and Eiulo dragged them to the site of the building,

where Browne and I assisted Arthur in setting the posts into the ground,

and putting together the frame of the house. Of course, our destitution

of proper tools and implements rendered all this exceedingly laborious,

and, but for Arthur's perseverance and ingenuity, we should more than

once have given up in despair. Instead of spades, we were obliged to

use sharp bivalve shells from the shore, in digging places for the

upright posts of the building, and as it was necessary that these should

be set quite deep, in order to give it firmness and stability, the toil

was severe. Max, who came up occasionally to see how the work was

progressing, and to offer suggestions and criticisms, (more especially

the latter), on finding us upon our knees, patiently grubbing up the

earth with our shells, flatteringly compared us to so many hedge-hogs

excavating their burrows.

Nevertheless, we persevered; and before night we had nearly completed

the frame of our building, with the exception of the ridge-pole, the

rafters, and cross-pieces.

The posts at the sides stood six feet out of the ground, and were

stationed about three feet apart. The centre-posts, to support the

ridge-pole, were nine feet high, and made from the trunks of well-grown

trees, some six inches in diameter. This certainly was a good day's

work under the circumstances; at any rate, we were quite unanimous in

considering it so; and towards twilight we went down to the beach for

our evening bath, in an exceedingly complacent and self-satisfied state

of mind, Max enlarging upon the pleasures of industry, and professing to

be in the present enjoyment of those feelings--

"Which follow arduous duty well performed."

Instead of repairing to our usual bathing-place, we proceeded along the

beach to the north-west, until we reached the clump of trees at the edge

of the water, already mentioned as being visible from Castle-hill. As

we approached the spot, we found that what had appeared at a distance to

be but a single group of trees, was, in fact, a small grove extending

along the shore, and fringing a little cove of nearly elliptical form,

which at this point set into the land. The narrow, shelving beach,

rivalled the whiteness of a fresh snow-drift. The trees were mostly

cocoa-palms; indeed, scarcely any others could flourish in such a spot;

and there were no shrubs or undergrowth of any kind. The cove was

perhaps a hundred paces long, and half as wide in the widest part;

contracting to less than fifty feet where it communicated with the

lagoon. The water was clear, the bottom smooth and regularly formed,

and the greatest depth was only eight or ten feet. Max, after viewing

the cove with the eye of a connoisseur, pronounced it a noble spot for

bathing purposes, and fully equal to the basin on the reef in every

respect, except in depth and facilities for diving.

The impression of his morning's adventure, however, was still fresh, and

he hinted at the possibility that some shark of elegant tastes, and

possessing an eye for the beautiful, might be in the habit of

frequenting the cove. Arthur volunteered to keep watch at the narrow

entrance, while the rest of us were bathing, in order to give timely

notice of the approach of the dreaded enemy; but on walking out to the

edge of the lagoon we found that this precaution would be unnecessary.

A bar, consisting of a coral patch, very near the surface, stretched

across the mouth of the cove, rendering it almost impossible for a shark

to enter.

Johnny named the spot, "The Mermaid's Cove," but this possessive

designation was merely complimentary, for so far were we from renouncing

the cove in favour of the mermaids, that from the day on which we

discovered it, it became one of our favourite and regular resorts.

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.

THE CABIN BY THE LAKE.

A DEMOCRAT IN THE WOODS--ECHO-VALE AND LAKE LAICOMO--THE "WILD

FRENCHMAN" DISCOVERED AT LAST.

"A few firm stakes they planted in the ground,

Circling a narrow space, but large enow,

These strongly interknit they closed around

With basket-work of many a pliant bough.

The roof was like the sides; the door was low,

And rude the hut, and trimmed with little care,

For little heart had they to dress it now:

Yet was the humble structure fresh and fair.

And soon the inmates found that peace might sojourn there."

It took us an entire week to complete the frame of our building, and

this alone involved an amount and variety of labour which few of us had

anticipated when we commenced it. One day was consumed in selecting,

felling, and trimming a tree, tall and straight enough to serve as a

ridge-pole. We next had to get out some thirty rafters of hibiscus to

support the roof. Then, as we had no nails, (Max's ship with the

hardware not having yet arrived), we were obliged to adopt the means

used by the Polynesian builders for fastening the rafters to the

ridge-pole and cross-pieces, which consists of tying them firmly in

their places with sennit. To supply the place of sennit, we

manufactured a quantity of cord from twisted hibiscus bark, which

answered the purpose very well.

At length the skeleton of the house was completed. Twenty-seven strong

posts, (including the three tall centre ones), deeply planted in the

ground, supported the string pieces and the ridge-pole. Fifteen slender

rafters, regularly placed at small intervals, descended from the

ridge-pole to the eaves on either side, and the whole was firmly bound

together with tough and durable withes of our own manufacture.

The thatching occupied another week, and but for Eiulo's skill and

dexterity, we should never have accomplished this nice and difficult

operation, except after a very bungling and imperfect fashion. Arthur

understood very well how it should be done, but his knowledge was

theoretical rather than practical, while Eiulo had acquired considerable

skill in the art, by building and thatching miniature houses in the

woods, an amusement which he and his young playmates had often practised

at home. The only thing now remaining to be done, was to make a number

of coarse mats, with which to enclose the sides of the house--as far as

in such a climate it is desirable to enclose them--together with an

additional supply, ready to be put up in bad weather, on fastenings

constructed for the purpose. But for this, there seemed to be no

immediate necessity. The sides of the building were low, and the eaves

extended two feet beyond them, and as we had an excellent roof above us,

we considered ourselves tolerably prepared, even for rainy weather.

However, we commenced manufacturing mats, in which, with the instruction

and example of Arthur and Eiulo, we were tolerably successful; but we

proceeded with this very much at our leisure. One or two brief showers,

like that which had exerted so sudden an influence in hastening the

commencement of our building scheme, afforded us the most satisfactory

evidence of the good qualities of our roof, which did not admit a drop

of rain. But at the same time we became aware of another defect in our

house, as a dwelling in wet weather. We had no floor but the bare

earth, and though Arthur had so levelled it, and protected it by a

little trench and embankment, that no water from the adjacent grounds

could reach us, except by the gradual process of saturation, still it

was very damp after a severe rain. To remedy this, Arthur talked from

time to time of making a floor of cement, which would dry to the

hardness of stone, and through which the moisture from the ground could

not penetrate. When asked where lime was to be obtained with which to

make his cement he assumed an air of mystery, and merely said that there

would be no difficulty on that score. One day, after we had got a large

supply of mats completed, and ready for use, he again recurred to the

subject of improving our floor, and explained that he intended to

prepare his mortar or cement, from sand and lime, the latter of which

was to be procured by burning coral rock in a pit. He prevailed upon

Morton, Browne, and myself to set about digging a "lime-pit" in the

gully beside Castle-hill, while he took Eiulo and Johnny with him in the

boat, to go in search of a quantity of the sponge-shaped coral, which,

he said, was the best adapted to his purpose.

Max pronounced the whole project a humbug, and refusing to have anything

to do with it, equipped himself with club and cutlass, and started off

on a solitary excursion towards the south-easterly part of the island,

which we had not yet explored. He returned in the afternoon with a

glowing account of the discoveries he had made, among which were a

beautiful pond of fresh water, a stream flowing into it, and a

waterfall.

In two days we completed a lime-pit of proper dimensions. Arthur and

his assistants had in the same time collected and brought to the spot a

sufficient quantity of coral rock; we then covered the bottom of the pit

with fuel, and laid the coral, previously broken into small pieces, upon

it. The pile was next kindled, and when the fuel was consumed, we found

that the coral had yielded a supply of excellent lime, fine and

beautifully white. Without going into further details, it is enough to

say that the rest of Arthur's plan was carried out with the same

success. The cement was made, and a thick layer of it spread over the

floor of the house, as evenly and smoothly as could well be done, with

no better trowels than gigantic oyster-shells. In three days it was

hard as marble, and our house was now as complete as we could make it.

It had cost us a great deal of severe toil; we had found the

construction of it no such holiday employment as we had imagined; but it

was the fruit of our own ingenuity and perseverance, the work of our own

hands, and we regarded it with much complacency. Johnny impartially

compared it with the dwellings of I don't know how many other desert

islanders, and found it superior in some point to each and all of them.

Being now in a state of complete preparation, as we flattered ourselves,

for all sorts of weather, we began to feel as though a regular

out-and-out storm, would be rather a luxury than otherwise. These

bright skies and sunny days were very well in their way, but it wasn't

in anticipation of them, that we had been planning and working for a

month or more. There was no use at all for our model house in such fine

weather; indeed, while it continued, our old lodgings under the green

forest leaves and the star-light, were far preferable. It took full

half a dozen of our sleeping-mats, (and we had but three apiece), laid

upon the stony floor of our dwelling, to make a couch half as soft as

those heaps of leaves, which we used to pile up beneath the trees for

our beds, and which we could not now introduce into the house for fear

of "making a litter." The prudent citizen--who, having at the

threatened approach of winter laid in a bountiful provision of wood and

coal, put up his hall-stoves and his double windows, now feels quite

ready, in the strength of anthracite and hickory, to snap his fingers in

the face of Jack Frost, and bid him do his worst--is not more impatient

to have the thermometer fall to the neighbourhood of zero, in order that

he may realise the comforts he has paid for, than were we for the advent

of such a storm, as would enable us to say to one another, "Ah! is it

not fortunate that we have a roof over our heads? What should we do

_now_, if we had not made timely preparation?"

Well, at last we had our wish. A shower came up one day, in the

afternoon, which did not cease in half an hour, as the previous ones had

done. On the contrary, when darkness came on the rain still continued

falling steadily, with no sign of abatement. Johnny was in ecstasies.

This was evidently no night for camping out; it was a night to justify

all our expenditure of labour, in planning and perfecting our dwelling.

We hung up every extra mat, and fastened them securely with the store of

wooden pegs and pins prepared for that purpose. To be sure, we were in

complete darkness, but then we were perfectly snug and comfortable; and

what a luxury, to lie sheltered from the storm, and listen to the

pattering of the rain upon the root and the dismal sound of the water

dripping from the eaves!

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