Shows how Some Things may be done as well as Others,
with God's Help and with much Perseverance.
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When the children next went to the "Mariner's Rest," it was unanimously
agreed that they should go back again to the Captain's "cabin,"--there
were so many things that they had not seen, and which they wished to
look at. Alice wanted to see the birds,--the owl with the great, big
eyes, and the pelican that had no wings, at least only little stumps
that were hardly an apology for wings. Fred wanted to see the Chinese
junks and the little ship, while William was bent on having the Moorish
gun, the Turkish sword, the Japanese "happy despatch," and all the other
weapons, offensive and defensive, taken down, that he might have a
better view of them. The old man, at all times very ready and willing to
gratify his little friends, was never more so than when he found them so
much interested in the contents of his cabin; for every little curiosity
or treasure there had an association with some period of his eventful
life, and he was never happier than when any one admired what he admired
so much, and thus gave him a chance to talk about it.
"Heyday!" said he, when all the children had spoken and made known their
wishes, "I'm glad you take so kindly to the old man's den; you shall
come down there and look at it whenever you like, only you mustn't toss
the things about too much. Run in now, and make yourselves at home.
I'll be with you in a little while."
So the children set off without another word, and were quickly diving
among the old man's treasures, while the Captain went back to his garden
to finish the hoeing of his cabbages.
When the Captain had completed what he was about, he rejoined the
children; and after a great deal of conversation which there is no need
that we should here repeat, the party at length sobered down as if they
were bent on business, and the Captain, once more drawing his little
friends about him by the open window, again took up the tale.
* * * * *
"Now I told you yesterday," said he, "that the Dean and I had gone
asleep again after all our work and trouble and anxiety, without having
come any nearer to getting up a fire. You have seen that we had enough
to eat and drink, and that I had found a place to shelter us if a storm
came on; but nothing could either of us think of to catch a spark. As
soon as the Dean had opened his eyes, he said: 'Why, this is too bad!
indeed it is,--I thought I had been making a fire.'
"'What with?' I asked.
"'With matches, to be sure,' answered the Dean. 'I thought I had a great
load of them in my pocket.'
"'Then,' said I, 'I'm sure I pity you, to wake up out of such a pleasant
dream; for you'll find no matches here, nor any fire either, nor do I
think we shall ever have any.'
"'O, don't say that, Hardy,' replied the Dean, sadly, 'I don't think we
are so bad off as to say we never will have any fire. Do you really
think we are?'
"'I can't say,' I replied; 'but what can we do?'
"'Try again,' answered the Dean;--and we were soon once more upon our
feet, both very determined to do something, but neither of us knowing
exactly what it should be.
"So we set off to inspect the cave which I told you of yesterday. The
Dean was much pleased with it, and, seeing nothing better to do, we both
went to work at once to build up a wall in front of it, feeling very sad
and sorrowful as we worked in silence. But in spite of our gloomy
thoughts we made good progress, and had soon a solid foundation laid;
but as we went on, it was plain enough to see that our wall was likely
to be of very little account, since we had no way of filling up the
cracks between the stones.
"This set us once more to thinking. Down below us in the valley there
was plenty of moss, or rather turf; but when we tried to pull it up with
our hands, we discovered that we could do nothing with it, and we wished
for something to dig with. Then I remembered the bones I had found on
the beach; so I told the Dean about them, and we both agreed that they
might be of use to us. The thing which I first thought of was the dead
narwhal with the great long horn; and I imagined that, if we could only
get that out of his head, we should have all we wanted.
"When the Dean and I went down to the narwhal, we foresaw that our task
would be even greater than we had supposed; for the horn which we were
after was so firmly embedded in the skull and flesh that it promised to
be a very serious work to get it out.
"First, we had to cut away the flesh and fat from the thick nose, until
we exposed the skull, and then we had to break the horn loose by
dropping heavy stones upon the socket. At length we were successful. But
we had consumed almost the whole day about it, and we found ourselves
very much fatigued; so we sat down upon the green grass, and rested and
talked for a while, before going back to work upon the wall again. The
horn was very heavy, but it answered our purpose; and we were soon
digging up the moss with it, and then we carried the moss up to help
make out the wall. This moss was very soft, being full of water; and it
fitted with the stones as nicely as any mason's mortar, so that we had
no more trouble in making the wall perfectly tight and solid. Nor did we
have any trouble in building up a little fireplace and chimney along
with it.
"We had some discussion as to what use there was in taking all this
pains, since we had no fire to put in our fireplace. But then, if we
should in the end find that we could make a fire, we saw that we would
have to tear the wall down again if we did not build the fireplace and
chimney up at once; therefore it was clearly better to take a little
extra trouble now, and save it possibly in the end,--an observation that
might apply to people who were never cast away in the cold, and did not
have to build chimneys without knowing what use to put them to.
"We labored very hard, and were well satisfied with the progress we had
made, when we found it necessary to knock off, and eat some more raw
eggs, and sleep away our fatigue again.
"By this time we had grown tired enough of these raw eggs, and, in
truth, were very sick of them. But we had nothing else to eat unless we
should devour the duck which the Dean had caught; and this we could
never, as we thought, bring ourselves to do, uncooked as it was.
"The Dean had by this time grown pretty strong again, but still he was
so weak that I should not have allowed him to work had he not insisted
upon it; so, when his turn came to go to sleep, I was glad to be at work
by myself, and I much surprised the Dean, when he got up again, with
what I had done.
"'Do you know what I was thinking of?' said the Dean, as we paused to
rest, after we had again worked awhile together.
"'What's that?' said I; 'for I dare say it's something clever, as you
have a wise head on your young shoulders, Dean.'
"'Thank you,' said the Dean; 'being cast away in the cold don't stop us
from paying compliments, anyway; but I was thinking that we ought to
save all the blubber of that old narwhal down there; we'll want the oil
by and by.'
"'What for?' said I.
"'To burn,' said he.
"'Nonsense!' said I; 'how are you going to burn it?'
"'That's just what we're going to find out,' said the Dean; 'we'll get a
fire somehow, of that I'm sure.'
"'I should like to know how,' said I. 'Perhaps you have another bright
idea.'
"'To be sure I have,' answered the Dean.
"'What is it this time?' said I.
"'Well, I don't know,' said he, 'as there's much in it, but I'm going to
try the lens again.'
"'That's of no use,' said I.
"'I'm not so sure,' said he; 'you know we made a great deal of heat with
our lens the other time,--so much that it almost burned my hand. I think
the trouble was in my old pocket, which, having once been in salt water,
wouldn't burn; now I think I've found out something that is better.'
"'What's that?' said I.
"'Why, some cotton stuff,' said he, 'that I found blowing about among
the stones.'
"'Cotton!' I exclaimed, in great surprise; 'there's no cotton growing
here.'
"'Well, it looks like cotton for all that,' answered the Dean, 'and I'm
sure it will burn. Let me get some of it, and I'll try it.'
"So the Dean ran off, and soon came back again with a little wad of
white stuff, that looked very much like cotton, only much finer in its
texture. I remembered it perfectly, for I had seen it, everywhere I
went, about the little willow-bushes; and I had even plucked a
willow-blossom to find it covered all over with this tender cotton-like
substance, which I blew from it with my breath. But the idea had never
once come into my head that it would be of any use.
"'What are you going to do with this?' said I to the Dean, when he had
showed it to me.
"'Why,' said he, with much confidence, 'I'm going to make another lens
of ice, and set fire to it.'
[Illustration: "Striking fire under difficulties."]
"To set fire to it was something easier said than done, yet the idea
seemed to take root in my mind; and how or why it ever came about I can
no more tell than I can fly, but somehow or other, it matters not what
was my impulse or idea or expectation, the truth is, without saying a
single word, I pulled out my knife and the bit of flint which I had
found and carefully preserved the day before, and then struck one upon
the other (as if it were quite mechanical) above the Dean's little bit
of cotton stuff, which lay upon the grass. A great shower of sparks was
thrown off with each fresh stroke, and these told of the fineness of the
steel and the hardness of the flint. I went on pounding and pounding
away, as if resolved on something. And if I was resolved, my resolution
was rewarded; for at length the Dean threw up his hands as suddenly as
if a shot had struck him in the heart, and he shouted out, 'A spark, a
spark!'
"The Dean's little bit of cotton stuff had taken fire, and the
daintiest little streak of smoke was curling upward from it.
"Without pausing an instant, quick as the hawk to swoop down upon its
prey, quick as the lightning-flash, quick as thought itself, I threw
away my knife and flint, and caught up the spark. The Dean drew
instantly from his pocket the bit of cotton cloth which we had tried to
light with the lens the day before, and thrust it in my hand. I put the
spark upon it, and then blew.
"The first breath drove all the Dean's light cotton stuff away, and the
spark was gone.
"But we were now no longer where we were before. The Spark had been made
once, and it could be made again; and our hearts were bounding with
delight. 'Hurrah! hurrah!' shouted the Dean, 'we're all right now!'
"But our troubles about the fire were very far from ended. We had no
difficulty in getting another spark to catch in another piece of this
strange sort of tinder, of which we found great plenty near at hand. But
it would not blaze. With the slightest breath it vanished almost as a
flash of powder; and it was long before we hit upon anything that would
do us any further good. We tried all the pieces of cotton cloth that we
had about our clothes, picking it into shreds, and, putting the lighted
tinder among these shreds, tried to make them blaze. But no blaze could
we get. Once only did we raise a little flash, but it was gone in a
single instant. We tried the dry leaves of the fire-plant (Andromeda),
the dry grass,--everything, indeed, we could think of that was within
our reach,--but still no blaze, no blaze.
"With sore fingers and wearied patience, and with wits as well as bodies
quite exhausted, we fell once more asleep, with mingling thoughts of
triumph and disappointment, and with prayerful hopes for what the morrow
might bring forth running through our minds.
"When the morrow came, a chance seemed to open for us; and we resolved
to go about our work with caution, determined, since we had gone thus
far, that we would in the end succeed. I don't know whether it was the
Dean or I that first suggested it, but we made up our minds that the
moss which we had turned up with the narwhal horn, when we were
building at the hut, some of which had dried, would burn. We picked to
pieces some of the long fibres of this moss, and laid upon them,
loosely, some fragments of the tinder. A spark was struck as before, and
upon blowing this a bright blaze flashed up, and then died out again as
quickly as it had come.
"'I have it now!' shouted the Dean, 'we're sure of it next time!' and
without saying another word he darted off towards the beach. When he
came back again, he held in one hand a chunk of blubber from the
narwhal, out of which we squeezed some drops of oil, and soaked in them
some fibres of the moss.
"Another piece of tinder and another piece of moss were placed as they
had been before; another spark was struck, another blaze was blown, and
when this came, the Dean was holding in it his fibres of oil-soaked
moss, and we soon had a lighted torch. 'Hurrah, hurrah!' we might well
shout now, for the thing was done. 'Praised be Heaven! we have got a
fire at last!'
"Then we added fresh moss to the flaming torch, which was scarcely
larger than a match, and then a few more drops of oil were added, and so
on, oil and moss, and moss and oil, little by little, gently, gently all
the time, until we had secured at length a good and solid flame.
"Then we laid the burning moss upon a flat stone, and then, as before,
moss and oil, and oil and moss, were added, each time in larger and
larger quantities,--no longer gently, gently, but with a careless hand,
and in less, perhaps, than half an hour we had a great, smoking,
fluttering blaze; and then we threw on some of the driest leaves and
twigs of the Andromeda, and some dead willow-stems and dry grass, and
then we had a roaring, sputtering, red-hot fire.
"And how we danced, and skipped, and shouted round the fire, like happy
children round some new-found toy!
"The next thing was, of course, to turn the fire to some account. On two
sides of the blaze we placed large square stones, and over these we put
another that was thin and flat; and then we skinned the duck which the
Dean had caught, and cut the rich flesh into little pieces and placed
them on the flat stone above the blaze; and then, to keep the smoke and
ashes from the cooking food, we put another light, thin stone upon the
flesh, and then we watched and waited for the coming meal. To help the
fire along, and make it burn more quickly, we threw into it some little
chunks of blubber, and then, in a little while, the duck was cooked.
"O what a royal meal we had!--we half-famished, shipwrecked boys,--the
first hot food we had tasted during all these long, weary, dreary days;
and, not satisfied with the duck, we next broiled some eggs upon the
heated stone, and ate and ate away until we were as full as we could
hold.
"All this had consumed many hours, and all the time we had been so much
excited that we found ourselves quite exhausted when the meal was over,
and we could do no more work that day; so we lay down again upon the
grass, to talk and rest and sleep. When we came to sleep, however, we
had now another motive, besides watching for a ship, to make us sleep
one only at a time; for we must keep this fire going, which we had got
with so much trouble. This was easily done, since we only had to add,
from time to time, some branches of the Andromeda, and these kept up a
smouldering fire.
"Before either of us went to sleep, we had seen that the first thing now
was to catch more ducks; and this we could either of us do, besides
watching the sea for ships, and the fire that it did not go out.
Accordingly, as soon as the Dean had fallen asleep, I went about this
work, fully resolved upon a plan as to how I should proceed. The
knowledge of seals which I had acquired when in the _Blackbird_ had
perhaps something to do with it.
"I knew, from the thickness of the seal's skin, that lines could be made
out of it very well. You will remember the dead seal that I told you of
the other day, lying down on the beach, where it had been thrown up out
of the sea by the waves. I forgot to mention, in addition, that we found
several other seals, or rather, I should say, parts of them, for most of
them had been eaten up by the foxes, or had gone to pieces by decay. So
I at once went down, as I was going to say, to the seal that I had first
discovered, and, taking out my knife, I made a cut around his neck,
close behind the ears. It was a very large seal, and I found it not an
easy matter to lift him up so that I could get my knife all the way
around him; but I managed to do it notwithstanding, and made not only
one cut but a great many of them,--or rather, I should say, one
continuous cut around and around the body of the dead animal; so you
will easily understand that, in this way, by keeping my knife about an
eighth of an inch from where it had gone before when it passed around,
I obtained at last a long string, or rather one might say a thong, very
strong and very pliable. It must have been at least a hundred feet in
length when I stopped cutting it, and I divided it into three parts.
Having done this, I next went back to where the ducks were thickest,
when, of course, the birds flew off their nests. Then I fixed four
traps, just as the Dean had done, tying to three of them the seal-skin
strings which I had made, and to the fourth I tied the Dean's bit of
twine; then I hid myself among the rocks, and waited for the birds to
come back.
"I had not long to wait, for in a few minutes two of them returned, and,
without appearing to mind at all the trap that I had set for them,
crawled upon their nests so quickly that it seemed as if they were
mightily afraid their eggs would get cold. Seeing a third one coming, I
waited for her too, and the fourth one came soon afterwards; and indeed,
by this time, nearly all the birds that had their nests near by had come
back to them. As soon as all was quiet, I pulled my strings one after
another as quickly as I could, and three of the birds were caught; but
the last one was too smart for me, as the noise made by the others had
startled her, and the heavy stone only struck her tail as she went
squalling and fluttering away, frightening off all the other ducks that
were anywhere near.
"I was not long, as you may be sure, in securing my three prizes; and I
carried them at once up to the fire near which the Dean was lying under
my overcoat in the sun. Soon after this the Dean awoke, and, when he saw
what I had done, seemed to be much amused, as he declared that I had
stolen his patent; but when he saw what kind of a line I had made, he
was filled with admiration, saying: 'Well, who would ever have thought
of that? I'm sure I never should.'
"Being now very tired, I lay down while the Dean took his 'turn'; and by
the time my eyes were opened again he had caught seven birds, so that we
had now in all ten,--enough, probably, to last us as many days. This, of
course, gave us a great deal of satisfaction, especially as we soon had
one of them nicely cooked, and thus got a good breakfast.
"We had now been, you see, several days on the island, and we felt that
we had done pretty well already towards providing for ourselves. The
Dean, as I ought to have mentioned before, had grown in strength very
rapidly during the last forty-eight hours; and except that his head was
still sore from the cut and bruise, he was entirely well.
"We felt now that, whatever else might happen to us, we could not want
for food, as, besides the eggs, we could have as many ducks as we
pleased to catch. We had succeeded in making a fire, and had abundant
means to keep it burning. There were only two things that seriously
troubled us. One was our lack of shelter, if a storm should come; and
the other, our lack of proper clothing, if the weather should grow cold.
But, having succeeded so well thus far, we were very hopeful for the
future. Heaven had kindly favored us. The temperature had been very mild
all the time. There had been no wind, and scarcely a cloud to obscure
the sky. As for shelter, we felt that we could manage in two days to
enclose the cave; and as to the other trouble, although we were not very
clear in our minds about it, yet we did not lose confidence that a ship
would come along and take us off before winter should set in. So we
resolved not to abandon our vigilance, but to keep up a constant watch,
as we had done before. Now that we had made a fire, we knew the smoke
would be a great help to us in drawing the attention of the people on
board any ship that might come near.
"With these agreeable reflections we went to work much more cheerfully
than we had done before."
* * * * *
The captain here "hove to," as he said, observing, that, the day being
far spent, he would drop the story for the present. "To-morrow, when you
come, I will tell you how we fixed up the cave, and made ourselves more
comfortable in many ways. Meanwhile you can reflect upon what I have
told you, and you can answer me then whether you think John Hardy and
Richard Dean were an enviable pair of boys."
"I can answer that now," said William.
"Well, what is the answer?" asked the Captain, in great good-humor.
"Why, their pluck and courage everybody would envy, or at least they
ought to; but, for the rest, I would rather stay at home."
"Well, well," said the Captain, smiling pleasantly, "each to his taste.
I rather think I should prefer being in the 'Mariner's Rest'
myself";--saying which he led the way into the grounds in front of the
cottage which he loved so well, where he took leave of his little
friends once more, making them promise over and over again (for which
there was no need at all) that they would come next day and hear about
the cave, and how they there built themselves a shelter from the Arctic
storms.