For the first few days of their stay on what they styled Pirate Island,
our castaways were too much taken up with the wondrous and varied
contents of the robbers' cave, and the information Meerta and Letta had
to give, to pay much regard to the island itself, or the prospect they
had of quitting it. But when their interest and curiosity began to
abate, and the excitement to decrease, they naturally bethought them of
the nature and resources of their now home.
Of course they did not for a moment regard it in the light of _home_.
It was merely a resting-place,--a refuge, where, after their escape from
the sea, they should spend a few weeks, perhaps months, until a passing
vessel should take them off. They did not know, at that time, that the
islet was far removed from the usual track of ships, and that, like the
Pitcairn Islanders, they might be doomed to spend many years, perchance
a lifetime, on it. Indeed, a considerable time elapsed before they
would admit to themselves that there was a possibility of such a fate,
although they knew, both from Meerta and Letta, that no ship of any
kind, save that of the pirates, had been seen for the last eighteen
months, and the few sails that did chance to appear, were merely seen
for a few hours like sea-gulls on the horizon, from which they arose and
into which they vanished.
Having then, as we have said, bethought them of examining the resources
and nature of the island, they one morning organised an expedition. By
that time the sailor, although by no means fit for it, insisted that he
was sufficiently restored to accompany them. Letta, who was active and
strong like a small gazelle, besides being acquainted with the whole
region, agreed to act as guide. Stumps, having sprained his ankle
slightly, remained at the cave, for the purpose, as he said, of helping
Meerta with the garden, but Jim Slagg gave him credit for laziness.
"You see," said Sam Shipton, as Letta led them down the rugged
mountain-side, "we may as well make ourselves comfortable while we
remain here, and I'm inclined to think that a hut, however rough, down
in one of these charming valleys, will be more agreeable than the gloomy
cavern on the mountain-top."
"Not so sure o' that, doctor," said Johnson; "the cave is at all events
dry, and a good stronghold in case of a visit from pirates."
"But pirates what have bin blow'd to atoms," said Slagg, "ain't likely
to turn up again, are they?"
"That's so, lad; but some of their friends might pay us a visit, you
know."
"I think not," rejoined Sam; "there is honour among thieves here, no
doubt, as elsewhere. I daresay it is well-known among the fraternity
that the island belongs to a certain set, and the rest will therefore
let it alone. What think you, Robin?"
"I'm inclined to agree with you, Sam, but perhaps Letta is the best
authority on that point. Did you ever see any other set of pirates land
here, little one, except your--your own set?"
"Only once," answered the child, "another set came, but they only stayed
one day. They looked at everything, looked at me an' Meerta an' laughed
very much. An' they ate and drank a good deal, and fought a little; but
they took nothing away, and never came back."
"I thought so," rejoined Sam; "now, all we've got to do is to hoist a
flag on the highest peak of the mountain, and when a vessel comes to
take us off, load her with as much of the booty as she can carry--and
then, hurrah for old England!"
"Hooray!" echoed Jim Slagg, "them's exactly my sentiments."
"But the booty is not ours to take," objected Robin.
"Whose is it, then?" asked Sam; "the rightful owners we don't know, and
the wrongful owners are defunct."
"I tell 'ee what it is, mates," said Johnson, "the whole o' the booty is
mine, 'cause why? it was me as blowed up the owners, so I'm entitled to
it by conquest, an' you needn't go to fightin' over it. If you behave
yourselves, I'll divide it equally among us, share an' share alike."
"It seems to me, Johnson," said Robin, "that in strict justice the booty
belongs to Letta, Meerta, and blind Bungo, as the natural heirs o' the
pirates."
"But they're not the heirs, they are part of the booty," said the
seaman, "and, as sitch, falls to be divided among us."
"If that's so," said Slagg, "then I claim Letta for my share, and you,
Johnson, can have your pick of Meerta and blind Bungo."
"Nay, Letta is mine, because I was the first to discover her," said
Robin. "Whom will you go with, Letta?"
"With you, of course," replied the child quite earnestly. "Haven't you
promised to take me back to mamma?"
"Indeed I have, little one, and if I ever get the chance, assuredly I
will," said Robin, with equal earnestness.
"I say, doctor," said Johnson to Sam, sitting down on a mossy bank,
"I'll stop here and wait for you. That rib ain't all square yet."
"Wilful man," said Sam, "didn't I advise you not to come? There, lie
down and take it easy. We'll bring you some fruit on our return."
By this time the party had reached the valley in which the lakelet lay,
and beautiful indeed was the scene which presented itself as they passed
under the grateful shade of the palm-trees. Everywhere, rich tropical
vegetation met their gaze, through the openings in which the sunshine
poured like streams of fire. On the little lake numerous flocks of
ducks and other fowl were seen swimming in sportive mood, while an
occasional splash told of fish of some sort below the surface.
Leaving the sailor in a position whence he could observe them for a long
distance, the rest of the party pushed on. During their rambles they
found the valley to be much richer in vegetation, and more beautiful,
than the distant view from the mountain-top had led them to expect.
Small though the valley was, it contained, among other trees, the
cocoa-nut palm, the bread-fruit, banana, and sandal-wood. There were
also pine-apples, wild rice, and custard-apples, some of which latter
delicious fruit, being ripe, was gathered and carried back to Johnson,
whom they found sound asleep and much refreshed on their return.
The expedition proved that, barren though the island appeared from the
sea, it contained quite enough of the good things of this life to render
it a desirable abode for man.
On the coast, too, where the raft had been cast ashore, were discovered
a variety of shell-fish, some of which, especially the oysters, were
found to be excellent food. And some of the sea-fowl turned out to be
very good eating, though a little fishy, while their eggs were as good
as those of the domestic fowl.
"It seems to me," said Robin to Letta one day when they were out on a
ramble together, "that this is quite a little paradise."
"I don't know what paradise is like," said the child.
"Well, no more do I," returned Robin, with a laugh, "but of course
everybody understands that it is the place where everything is perfect,
and where happiness is complete."
"It cannot be like paradise without mamma," said Letta, shaking her
pretty head sadly. "I would not go to heaven unless mamma was there."
Robin was silent for some time, as he thought of his own mother and the
talks he used to have with her on this same subject.
"Letta," he said at length, earnestly, "Jesus will be in heaven. It was
His Spirit who taught you to love mamma--as you do, so you are sure to
meet her there with Him."
"Nobody _taught_ me to love mamma," returned the child quietly; "I
couldn't help it."
"True, little one, but it was God who made you to--`couldn't help it.'"
Letta was puzzled by this reply. She raised her bright eyes inquiringly
into Robin's honest face, and said, "But you've promised to take me to
her, you know."
"Yes, dear little one, but you must not misunderstand me," replied the
youth somewhat sadly. "I promise that, God helping me, I will do the
best I can to find out where your mother is; but you must remember that
I have very little to go on. I don't even know your mother's name, or
the place where you were taken from. By the way, an idea has just
occurred to me. Have you any clothes at the cave?"
"Of course I have," answered Letta, with a merry laugh.
"Yes; but I mean the clothes that you had on when you first came here."
"I don't know; Meerta knows. Why?"
"Because your name may be marked on them. Come, let us go back at once
and see. Besides, we are wasting time, for you know I was sent out to
shoot some ducks for dinner."
Rising as he spoke, Robin shouldered the shotgun which had been supplied
from the robbers' armoury, and, descending with his little companion
towards the lake, soon began to stalk the birds as carefully as if he
had been trained to the work by a Red Indian. Stooping low, he glided
swiftly through the bushes, until he came within a hundred yards of the
margin of the lakelet, where a group of some thirty or forty fat ducks
were feeding. Letta had fallen behind, and sat down to watch.
The distance being too great for a shot, and the bushes beyond the spot
which he had reached being too thin to conceal him, Robin lay flat down,
and began to advance through the long grass after the fashion of a
snake, pushing his gun before him. It was a slow and tedious process,
but Robin's spirit was patient and persevering. He screwed himself, as
it were, to within sixty yards of the flock, and then fired both barrels
almost simultaneously. Seven dead birds remained behind when the
affrighted flock took wing.
"It is not very scientific shooting," said Robin, apologetically, to his
fair companion, as she assisted him to tie their legs together; "but our
object just now is food, not sport."
On the way back to the cavern they had to pass over a narrow ledge, on
one side of which a precipice descended towards the valley, while the
other side rose upwards like a wall. It was not necessarily a dangerous
place. They had passed it often before in safety, none of the party
being troubled with giddiness; but at this time Robin had unfortunately
hung his bundle of ducks on the side which had to brush past the rocky
wall. As he passed, the bunch struck a projection and threw him off his
balance. In the effort to recover himself he dislodged a piece of rock
under his left foot, and, without even a cry, went headlong over the
precipice!
Poor Letta stood rooted to the spot, too horrified to scream. She saw
her friend, on whom all her hopes were built, go crashing through the
foliage immediately below the precipice edge, and disappear. It was the
first terrible shock she had ever received. With a convulsive shudder
she ran by a dangerously steep route towards the foot of the precipice.
But Robin had not yet met his doom, although he had descended full sixty
feet. His fall was broken by several leafy trees, through which he went
like an avalanche; and a thick solid bush receiving him at the foot,
checked his descent entirely, and slid him quietly off its boughs on to
the grass, where he lay, stunned, indeed, but otherwise uninjured.
Poor Letta of course was horrified, on reaching the spot, to find that
Robin could not speak, and was to all appearance dead. In an agony of
terror she shrieked, and shook him and called him by name--to awaken
him, as she afterwards said; but Robin's sleep was too deep at that
moment to be dispelled by such measures. Letta therefore sprang up and
ran as fast as she could to the cavern to tell the terrible news and
fetch assistance.
Robin, however, was not left entirely alone in his extremity. It so
chanced that a remarkably small monkey was seated among the boughs of a
neighbouring tree, eating a morsel of fruit, when Letta's first scream
sounded through the grove. Cocking up one ear, it arrested its little
hand on the way to its lesser mouth, and listened. Its little black
face was corrugated with the wrinkles of care--it might be of fun, we
cannot tell. The only large features of the creature were its eyes, and
these seemed to blaze, while the brows rose high, as if in surprise.
On hearing the second scream the small monkey laid hold of a bough with
its tail, swung itself off, and caught another with its feet, sprang
twenty feet, more or less, to the ground, which it reached on its hands,
tumbled a somersault inadvertently, and went skipping over the ground at
a great rate in the direction of the cries.
When it reached the spot, however, Letta had fled, but Robin still lay
motionless on his back. It was evident that the small monkey looked on
the prostrate youth with alarm and suspicion, yet with an intense
curiosity that no sense of danger could restrain. It walked slowly and
inquiringly round him several times, each time drawing closer, while its
crouched back and trailing tail betokened abject humility. Then it
ventured to put out a small black hand and touch him, drawing it back
again as if it had got an electric shock. Then it ventured to touch him
again, with less alarm. After that it went close up, and gazed in his
face.
Familiarity, says the proverb, breeds contempt. The truth of proverbs
can be verified by monkeys as well as men. Seeing that nothing came of
its advances, that small monkey finally leaped on Robin's chest, sat
down thereon, and stared into his open mouth. Still the youth moved
not, whereupon the monkey advanced a little and laid its paw upon his
nose! Either the touch was more effective than Letta's shaking, or time
was bringing Robin round, for he felt his nose tickled, and gave way to
a tremendous sneeze. It blew the monkey clean off its legs, and sent it
shrieking into a neighbouring tree. As Robin still lay quiet, the
monkey soon recovered, and returned to its former position, where,
regardless of consequences, it again laid hold of the nose.
This time consciousness returned. Robin opened his eyes with a stare of
dreamy astonishment. The monkey replied with a stare of indignant
surprise. Robin's eyebrows rose still higher. So did those of the
monkey as it leaped back a foot, and formed its mouth into a little O of
remonstrance. Robin's mouth expanded; he burst into an uncontrollable
fit of laughter, and the monkey was again on the eve of flight, when
voices were heard approaching, and, next instant, Letta came running
forward, followed at some distance by Sam and the others.
"Oh! my dear, sweet, exquisite darling!" exclaimed Letta.
It did much for the poor youth's recovery, the hearing himself addressed
in such endearing terms, but he experienced a relapse when the monkey,
responding to the endearments, ran with obvious joy into the child's
bosom, and submitted to a warm embrace.
"Oh, you darling!" repeated Letta; "where have you been? why did you go
away? I thought you were dead. Naughty thing!"
Recollecting Robin with a shock of self-reproach, she dropped the monkey
and ran to him.
"It is an old friend, I see," he said with a languid smile, as she came
up.
"Yes, yes; an old pet. I had lost him for a long time. But you're not
killed? Oh! I'm _so_ glad."
"Killed!" repeated Sam, who was down on his knees carefully examining
the patient; "I should think not. He's not even bruised--only stunned a
little. Where did you fall from, Robin--the tree top?"
"No; from the edge of the precipice."
"What! from the ledge sixty or seventy feet up there? Impossible! You
would certainly have been killed if you had fallen from that."
"So I certainly should," returned Robin, "if God had not in his mercy
grown trees and shrubs there, expressly, among other purposes, to save
me."
In this reply Robin's mind was running on previous conversations which
he had had with his friend on predestination.
The idea of shrubs and trees having been expressly grown on an island of
the Southern Seas to save an English boy, seemed doubtful to Sam. He
did not, however, express his doubts at the time, but reserved the
subject for a future "theological discussion."
Meanwhile, Slagg, Stumps, and Johnson, having spread some palm branches
on a couple of stout poles, laid our hero thereon, and bore him in
safety to the pirates' cave, where, for several days, he lay on one of
the luxurious couches, tenderly nursed by Letta and the old woman, who,
although she still pathetically maintained that the "roberts an pyrits
wasn't all so bad as each oder," was quite willing to admit that her
present visitors were preferable, and that, upon the whole, she was
rather fond of them.