CHAPTER XI.

Exploration of the island. Third day. Stalking goats. Mirror lake and

river and bay. Sad moonlight thoughts.

I awoke to still another pleasant day, having scarcely moved in my

seaweed bed during the night. My first duty was to make my way to the

running brook and have a good wash, and then to look about me for

breakfast. I bethought myself all at once of the turtle that I had seen

on the beach the previous day, and I made my way back to the place

where I observed the marks of its ingress into the sea, and, looking

about carefully, I soon found its eggs nicely covered up in the sand. I

took as many as I wanted and turned about and made my way back to camp,

and soon had them roasting in the ashes.

After breakfast I pushed my way a little into the island, and found

pleasant groves and fields, in one of the latter of which I observed

a flock of goats feeding. They did not see me, and I found by the

direction of the wind that I was to leeward of them, and therefore

beyond their scent, and I determined to stalk them, or creep in

upon them, and try to get a shot with my arrows. For this purpose I

divested myself of all extra articles, and, armed only with my bow

and two arrows, and my knife in its sheath, I got upon my hands and

knees and commenced the task. At first this was not difficult, for the

animals were at least two hundred yards distant from me, and by taking

advantage of different clumps of trees and shrubs I soon approached

within one hundred yards of them; but then my labors commenced. I

felt that I must get very near to be sure of my aim with arrows, and

to pierce them sufficiently deep to produce death; at least within

twenty-five yards.

I made progress for some twenty or thirty yards quite well by keeping

within range of intervening objects, but when I found myself within

about sixty or seventy yards of them I found my task difficult, and I

had often to lie upon my belly and drag myself along, inch by inch, so

as not to be seen, and with one hand to clear the ground before me of

the smallest twig or anything that would make the slightest noise when

my body was passing over it. It took me a full hour to make twenty-five

yards in this manner, which brought me within, as I should judge,

thirty-five yards of them. Here my precautions had to be increased, and

it was with infinite labor, and the expenditure of at least another

hour (but what was time to me) before I found myself behind a low clump

of bushes, on the other side of which, not more than twenty yards

distant, I could hear the goats feeding. Silently I fitted an arrow to

the string, and rising inch by inch till the muscles of my arms and

thighs were nearly worn out from immovability, I saw through the thin

tops of the bushes one of the goats not fifteen paces from me. I was

at a fever heat of excitement, and drawing my arrow silently to the

head, and with the utmost force of my arm, I launched it at the game,

and saw it pierce the goat through and through, who fell upon his side,

but immediately regaining his feet made off with amazing swiftness;

its companions, to the number of some six or eight, scattering in

all directions. I followed as fast as possible on foot, and saw with

satisfaction that my game had not gone more than one hundred yards

before it began to waver and to lose its speed, and within the next

fifty yards, in the open field, to fall upon its side, and, just before

I arrived, expire, in its fall breaking the arrow short off. I looked

down upon the creature with exultation, for it was food, and good food,

and I had won it by honest and persevering labor, and by means of what

in our day was considered a contemptible weapon.

I took out my knife and cut the creature's throat and let the blood

escape, and then taking him--for it was a buck--by the hind-legs I

threw him over my back and started for my camp on the rivulet, where I

dumped him down beside my fire and commenced to skin him. This, with

my knife, I soon completed, and, cutting off some of the tender chops

I soon had them roasting on the coals, for, although I had breakfasted

a few hours before, I could not resist the temptation of tasting fresh

meat, which, on account of my sea voyage, it was so long since I had

enjoyed. I found it exceedingly good in flavor, but a little tough,

my customer evidently being far from young. He carried a very handsome

pair of curved horns, and a long, majestic beard. The hair was of

rather a finer texture than I expected to find it, and was not very

long or thick; another proof, I thought, of my theory of the mildness

of the climate. The animal was such a true, commonplace goat, such as

one sees on whalers, that I felt convinced that the breed had at some

long-distant day been left on the island in this manner, but no signs

had I yet found of the island having ever been lived upon or explored.

Then, again, it might with great probability have been stocked fifty

or sixty years ago, and any signs of persons having been here, except

they had left enduring monuments of some kind, would long ago have

been effaced or destroyed. I made up my mind to accept the blessing

without puzzling my brains any more to find out how it happened that

they were here. I was pained to know what to do with the large mass

of flesh that I had remaining, and having, at Buenos Ayres, seen the

jerked beef of the prairies, I cut large portions of this creature into

strips and hung it on the surrounding trees and bushes to dry and cure

in the pure air. A large portion of what was left I roasted and put in

my bag, throwing away the remainder of the turtle steaks and gulls'

eggs, of which I had become somewhat tired. All this brought me to the

afternoon, and, packing up all my articles, after a good long smoke,

harpoon in hand I started forth again, heading towards the westward.

Two miles' walk brought me to an elevation running out into the sea,

which was evidently the southern extremity of my island, and I marked

it upon the chart _South Cape_, and the hill-top _Watch Hill_, for the

reason that I could see from this position much further in both an

easterly and westerly direction than from any point upon the island

that I had yet reached.

To the right of me as I faced to the southward was a beautiful and

lovely bay, at least a mile and a half deep and three-quarters wide,

as smooth as glass, in which the shadows of the surrounding shores and

hill-tops were pictured. I marked it down upon my chart as _Mirror

Bay_. Long and steadily I looked to the southward before leaving South

Cape, but no sign of land met my longing view. To the westward, on

the other side of Mirror Bay, trended the white sand beach, backed by

groves of beautiful trees which were in full verdure. Drinking in all

the beauties of Nature round about me, I turned my steps towards the

head of Mirror Bay, and in about a mile and a half came to a river of

considerable size pouring into it, which seemed of some depth, and was

at least thirty or forty yards wide. I followed this stream about a

mile and a half more, when, struggling along by the side of the river,

which I named _Mirror River_, through a short undergrowth of a sort of

scrub oak, I all at once came out upon the most lovely lake imaginable,

fringed round about by beautiful groves of trees, and looking like

molten lead or silver in its quietness and calm. I named it at once

_Mirror Lake_, but in forcing my way to its margin, after having for

a few moments enjoyed its beauties, I started up from its borders

innumerable flocks of birds, amongst which I distinguished geese,

swans, ducks, and other birds of which I knew not the name. I sat down

upon the borders of this beautiful sheet of water and contemplated it

in silence.

After having enjoyed its beauties to my fill, I passed again to the

river bank to pass over and get again to the seaside, but I found

the water rapid and quite deep, although not over my head, and I was

obliged to undress and carry my things over one by one, and to make

several trips before I stood with all my weapons round about me on the

southwestern bank. This lake I should say was about one mile in extent

and half a mile wide, of nearly an oval form, and its waters, which

I tasted and found excellent, singularly pure and limpid, with hard,

sandy shores, and free from any slime or stagnant water. A walk of a

mile brought me again to the seaside, and I trudged on, I should judge,

about three miles, till I saw a ledge of rocks jutting into the sea and

confining my vision as to the extent of the island in that direction.

As I drew nearer I saw forms upon the rocks that looked like human

figures,--like soldiers in full uniform,--but singularly small in size.

For just one moment I was deceived,--nay, even frightened,--but the

next my sailor's eyes told me they were penguins, and sure enough, as

I approached, my soldiers gravely plunged into the ocean and swam out

seaward. I named the point, _Penguin Point_, being the first of these

birds that I had seen. From this point the coast ran in a northerly

direction in almost a straight line, but I had no time to examine it

further on this day, for the beautiful sun was fast dipping into the

western ocean before my eyes, with nothing to veil the magnificent

sight. Eagerly did I look for land as its lower limb touched the water

and set it all in a blaze, but nothing met my view.

I did not find here the thick, shady trees of the remainder of the

island; but short, stumpy cedars and pines, and I noticed that the land

was flat and sandy. I built a small fire so as to light my pipe and

enjoy its company, and gathered together my customary bed of seaweed.

The stars came out in all their brilliancy, and by and by the moon came

creeping up behind me over the island, but I could not sleep as usual.

I was too solitary and desolate to enjoy that luxury of forgetfulness,

and I sat for long hours into the night, listening to sounds that, in

any but a sailor's ear, would have created fear and anxiety; for on

the ocean side I heard the never-ending pulsations and throbs of its

ceaseless breathing, and inland the nameless noises of the night which

I had learned years before in anchor-watches in some distant river of a

far-off clime. I was not afraid, but I was lonely, and in the agony of

my spirit I prayed for rescue from my living tomb; but better feelings

came to my mind as the night wore on, and I thought over how much I

had to be thankful for, and how many comforts I could get round about

me with a little industry and foresight. I suppose that it was about

midnight when I put out my pipe and fell asleep; at any rate, when I

awoke it was broad daylight, and the sun at least two hours high.

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