AN UNKNOWN ISLAND.

By the time we had made a hearty meal Ebo pointed with triumph to the

faint hazy speck in the distance, now growing minute by minute plainer

to our eyes.

Ebo watched our countenances very intently, and then suddenly broke out

with:

"Bird--shoot--bird."

"He seems to have brought us here under the impression that it is a good

place, Nat, and I trust it will prove so," said my uncle. "I hope there

will be no unpleasant savages to hinder our work."

As we drew nearer the glass was frequently brought to bear, but neither

my uncle nor I could detect any sign of habitation, not even when we

were within a quarter of a mile of the shore; but, to Uncle Dick's great

delight, the place proved to be densely wooded in some parts, while the

lofty hills looked green and park-like, with the large trees dotted here

and there.

The beach was a soft white sand, upon which the waves curled gently

over; and not twenty yards from the highest marks made by the tide, the

tall palms, loaded with fruit, drooped their great feathery leaves.

As far as we could see the island was not large, but the interior was

very mountainous, the green hills running up to a great height, for the

most part well-clothed with wood; and to our great delight, as we ran

the boat cautiously upon the sand, we could hear the screams of parrots

and the whistling and twittering of innumerable birds.

"We may as well be prepared against danger," said Uncle Dick, loading

his gun, and I followed suit; but Ebo began to chatter and expostulate

with us for leaving the boat, and signed to us to help him run it up on

the next wave well ashore, so that a rope could be made fast round the

nearest palm stem.

This we did, and the black's next movement was to collect wood for a

fire.

To humour him we waited about while he lit the fire, but kept making

little incursions amongst the openings to see if we could spy out any

signs of human habitation.

But look where we would we saw nothing, and it soon became evident that

we were the only occupants of that part of the island.

Ebo seemed so satisfied and contented that it was very evident that

there was nothing to fear; so we obeyed his signs after we had helped

him to make a good fire, and followed him through an open park-like

piece of the country till we were about half a mile from the sea, when

his object in guiding us was plain enough, for he pointed out a little

flock of half a dozen pigeons, as big, it seemed to me, as ordinary

fowls, and getting within range we fired together, and shot four.

Ebo rushed forward in triumph, and I followed, to regret that I had not

attended to Uncle Dick's instructions about reloading, for I could have

obtained a specimen of a curious great black parrot or cockatoo, I could

not quite see which, as it flew across an opening.

But we secured the birds we had shot, and going back my uncle and I set

to and skinned them, handing over the bodies to Ebo to cook, while we

carefully preserved the skins, admiring them all the while.

For they were of a rich warm slate colour, and each bird bore a delicate

grey crest upon his head, which gave him a noble look, making each bird

seem a very prince among pigeons.

Handsome as was the appearance of the birds, they were none the less

delicious in the eating. No doubt our open-air life had a good deal to

do with the keen enjoyment we had in eating the birds we shot; but

feeding as these pigeons did on spices, nuts, and other sweet food, the

flavour given to their flesh was very fine.

Dinner over, we were for an expedition; but Ebo protested loudly.

Taking an axe and beckoning us to follow we accompanied him to a patch

of bamboo, and helped him to cut down a good selection of stout pieces,

and after them a number of lengths of rattan cane, which grew here in a

wonderful way. I had seen it growing before, but never to such

perfection; for it seemed to run up one tree and down another, running

along over the bushes for a short distance and then ascending another,

till Uncle Dick computed that some of these canes were quite a hundred

yards long.

It was very evident what Ebo meant, and he was telling us all the time,

though not a word could we understand, as we helped him.

"As we are to make a hut for shelter, Nat, I suppose he expects us to

stay here for some time, which is a good sign, for he evidently knows

that there are plenty of specimens to be had."

"Do you think any naturalist has been here before, uncle?" I said.

"I hardly dare think such a thing, Nat," he replied; "but I cannot help

feeling hopeful. As I judge it this seems to be an island to which he

and his fellows have sailed some time or another, and it is possible

that European foot has never trodden here before."

"Let's hope it is so, uncle," I said; "and then, what a collection we

shall get!"

"You will make me as sanguine as you are yourself, Nat," he said

laughing; and then we began to be too hot and busy to talk much, for

after carrying the bamboos and rattans to the edge of the forest, just

beneath a widely spreading tree, in whose branches every now and then

some beautiful lory came and perched, but only to fly off screaming, Ebo

began to build. Sharpening four stout bamboos and forcing them into the

soft sandy soil for the four corners of the hut, he very soon bound as

many more to them horizontally about five feet from the ground, tying

them in the cleverest way with the cane.

Then he tied a couple more across at each end, and laid a long stout

bamboo in the forks they made for a ridge-pole, binding all as strongly

as could be with an ingenious twist, and after that making rafters of

smaller bamboos, so that in a couple of hours he had made the rough

framework.

Towards the latter part of the time, in obedience to his instructions,

which were given by word of mouth and wave of hand, Uncle Dick and I cut

a great number of palm leaves of a very large size, with which Ebo

rapidly thatched the hut, making by the time it was dark a very rough

but very efficient shelter, where we lay down to sleep that night upon a

pile of soft dry grass, of which there was any quantity naturally made

into hay and close at hand.

We were so tired out that night that we did not trouble ourselves about

there being no sides to the hut, being only too glad to have a roof to

keep off the dew, and, trusting to there being no dangerous wild beasts,

we followed Ebo's example, lying down and sleeping soundly till the sun

was once more above the sea.

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