"A LAND FLOWING WITH COCOANUT-MILK AND HONEY."
A day of more anxiety or of greater fatigue it would have been
difficult to conceive, than that which our heroes endured, in their
perilous voyage towards the unknown island. The sun blazed almost
perpendicularly down on them at mid-day. Both Fred and Frank had
been red before, but now it seemed as though they would soon be
burned as black as Quambo or Cassia-bud himself. So fierce was the
sun's heat that neither of the lads could partake of the food they
had taken with them. Their thirst became almost unbearable at last,
and the cocoanut milk, or rather water from the young nuts, which
they drank, appeared rather to increase than to assuage their thirst.
What would they not have given for a draught of cool spring water
from the little rill that trickled from the rock near the igloo at
Methlin! Strange that they should have both been thinking about this
at the same time, but so it soon turned out.
"I know where I should like to be, Fred, just for five minutes," said
Frank, as they paused for a moment's rest.
"Oh, I know!" cried Fred; "at the igloo fountain!"
"Yes, lying under the rocks there, and watching the water trickling
through the green grass and the rushes, and laving my brow with it,
and filling my hands with the clear water, and drinking from my
hands."
"Oh, I shouldn't! I should stick my mouth right into the well at the
foot, and I don't think I would ever stop drinking."
It is not to be wondered at that in their dire extremity the boys
talked thus; for I have found from experience that the next best
thing to eating food or drinking water, when you are very hungry or
thirsty, and cannot get any, is to think of it. This is natural, and
seems to soothe one. When lying ill of a burning fever on African
shores, I remember that in my dreams I used to fancy myself wandering
by rippling burns in my far-off home in Scotland.
To-day Cassia-bud was coxswain as usual, but towards afternoon, when
thoroughly faint and weary, many a look behind them did the rowers
cast.
To make matters worse, they found that when still three miles at
least away from the island the current was so strong it began to be a
matter of doubt whether they should ever reach it.
The boat's head was kept well up therefore, and all hands redoubled
their efforts to send her on. Fred even started a song, but for once
in a way this was a failure. There was nothing for it but to
struggle on in silence.
At long last they got clear out of the race of the tide, and now it
remained to find a landing-place.
The island was a very lovely and romantic-looking one indeed, an
island evidently formed at first by volcanic upheaval, but now
green-clad, to the summit of its strangely-shaped hills, with a
luxuriance of tropical vegetation such as no one in the boat had ever
seen surpassed.
It was doubtless the reflected image of this beautiful isle of the
sea, that had caused the mirage which lost our heroes their ship.
They now lay on their oars for a time, to rest and think. It seemed
evident that the island was uninhabited. Never a canoe was seen
anywhere near it, nor were there any signs of hut or habitation by
the beach, and never a vestige of smoke.
However, it appeared to be a very large island, and as yet they had
seen but a portion of it. They first made the northern end of it;
but here all around was a wall of black beetling crags frowning over
the sea, the waves dashing up the sides of it and breaking into
snow-white foam with a booming noise, that, mingling with the cry of
sea-birds, made a wild and weird-like chorus on the still evening air.
There was no time to be lost, for the sun was rapidly declining; so,
noticing that the dip of the hills trended to the southward and west,
they made haste to row in that direction. The crags got lower and
lower, but jutted out to sea at last, forming a cape or rocky
promontory. Once past this, they found a coral reef lying all along
the tree-shaded shore, about three hundred yards distant from it. On
this the breakers were dashing with great force, and tossing their
white arms high in air.
They rowed along the edge of this terrible barrier; and just as they
were about to despair of finding an opening, beheld in front of them
a narrow, very narrow, creek of unbroken water.
"Hard a-port, Kashia! Round with her, boy!"
"Ha'd a-po't it is, sah!" cried Cassia-bud.
Round came the boat like a beauty, and next moment they were carried
right into a splendid reef-locked harbour, large enough for the whole
British navy to have lain snugly and comfortably in.
"Heaven be praised!" said Fred with a sigh, as he paused to wipe the
perspiration from his brow.
In ten minutes more they had landed.
The sun was by this time nearly touching the water's edge; and almost
before they had time to draw the boat well up, and find shelter from
the dews of night under some friendly boughs, his last rays were
tinging the foam of the breakers with crimson.
"Now, Quambo, open me a nice green cocoa-nut," cried Fred. "I can
drink now, and presently I think I'll be able to eat as well."
Tired in the extreme though every one was, supper was eaten and
thoroughly enjoyed. But soon after this Nature would not be denied;
and although a daring attempt at conversation was made, it utterly
failed, and one by one the Crusoes dropped soundly off to sleep.
* * * * * *
The shadows of the mountains lay across the reef-locked harbour when
Fred Arundel awoke next morning. The others were fast asleep, little
Cassia-bud as usual with Hurricane Bob's paws drawn round his neck.
So Fred got quietly up, and walked down to the beach. How clear and
cool the water looked! How serene and beautiful the morning! The
temptation to bathe was too great to be resisted, so he divested
himself of his garments, and was soon splashing and swimming about to
his heart's content. He had gone but a little way out, however, and
was just thinking how delightful it would be to swim right away over
to the reef and back, when his attention was attracted by the strange
conduct of the Newfoundland. He was running along the edge of the
beach, not only barking, but positively bellowing. A sudden and
terrible fear at that moment got possession of Fred's senses. His
very heart grew cold. He seemed to feel as powerless for the time
being as a person under the spell of some hideous nightmare. It was
gone in a second or two, and he was hastening towards the beach. He
never looked behind him till safe on shore. It was well for him
perhaps he did not, for a glance told him then that the water was
teeming with monster sharks. The joy of the dog appeared to know no
bounds, and if it had not been for this faithful fellow, poor Fred
would undoubtedly have met a terrible fate.
As soon as breakfast was finished, it was determined to make an
exploration of Good Hope Island, as they had named it. For aught
they knew it might be inhabited by savages, in which case, instead of
being "monarchs of all they surveyed," they would very soon be
slaves, if indeed their lives should be spared.
It was arranged, therefore, that Magilvray and Hurricane Bob should
be boatkeepers, and remain on the beach, while Fred and Frank went
towards the hill-tops to make a general survey, and Quambo with
little Kashie should "spy out the land" with reference to its food
resources.
That the island was inhabited, Fred and his friend had not to advance
far before finding out. The jungle was seemingly impenetrable at
first, and while forcing their way through it they came upon some
very ugly customers in the shape of snakes. Whether harmless or
otherwise it was impossible to tell. When, however, they found one
hanging to the branches of a tree they considered it best to give it
a wide berth.
If there were no more dangerous beings in the island than snakes,
they made up their minds that they would be content and thankful.
Presently as they got upon higher ground the trees got larger and
more sparse. They soon found themselves on the ridge of what was
evidently the highest mountain in the island. Owing to its being so
well wooded it was seldom they could catch a glimpse of the world
beyond; but soon it ended in a bare bluff covered with rough withered
grass, and studded here and there with cactus bushes.
In less than half an hour they had reached the top, and sat down to
rest. And lo! all the island, with its hills and dells and forests,
and its wonderful flowering trees, was spread out at their feet, and
all around was an unlimited expanse of ocean, asleep in the morning
sunshine. For the most part the sea was blue, yet a blue so soft, so
ethereal, as surely no artist in this world ever yet transferred to
his canvas. Along the reefs that guarded the island were long lines
of snow-white--the breaking water--and two sides were bounded by
beaches of silvery sand. But as far as eye could reach not a dot nor
particle of land was at first to be seen, with the exception of the
little isle, with its rock-girt lagoon, which they had left yesterday
morning.
They seemed to be right in the centre of a lonesome ocean, and in all
probability on an island that was not even marked on the chart. Of
this, however, they could have no certainty.
How very still it was up here on this high hill-top. The slightest
sounds could be heard from below. Their camping ground, on the
beach, must have been a good mile off, yet every now and then they
could distinctly hear the deep mellow bark of the great Newfoundland
dog. Somewhere in the woods, busy at work doubtless, were Quambo and
Kashie, for occasionally their merry ringing laughter was audible
enough. Nearer still were heard the joy-songs of thousands of happy
birds; and, mingling with all, the drowsy monotone of the waves
breaking on the coral reef.
Fred and Frank sat for quite a long time in silence, but by the look
of calmness on the face of each, their thoughts could not have been
unpleasant.
"Well, Frank," said Fred at last, "what do you think of the outlook?"
"What, the scenery or our prospects?"
"Well, both for instance."
"Why I never saw more charming scenery in my life. Its very
lonesomeness, I think, is its chief charm. Just look at that
immensity of sea stretching all round us, Fred. If it were not so
blue and so bright it might be even a little eeriesome in its very
lone beauty."
"Yes, Frank; but don't you see that very lonesomeness may prove our
safety? With my glass now, just away out yonder, I seem able to
raise the peak of a mountain, but it is very far away. I daresay it
is an inhabited island, and very likely there is a group of them.
Well, Captain Cawdor told me that all the islands for hundreds of
miles around were filled with races of implacable savages and
cannibals. But I think we are too far off to be visited by them. If
they did come, heaven only knows what would happen, because we are
not nearly numerous enough to fight them; so I am sure we are
perfectly safe."
"So am I," said Frank, "and I feel very much inclined to enjoy the
_dolce far niente_ and just let things slide."
"So do I. Wouldn't you rather be a barrister though than a Crusoe?"
"Oh, Fred, just think of being stowed away in a stuffy cobwebby old
office in smoky London, and thinking nothing about, or knowing
nothing about, such a glorious free and easy life as this.
"True, Frank, and to think that it is not a long time since we were
away down at the bottom of the map, as you might say, in the darkness
and cold that reigns perpetually around the southern sea of ice! And
to think, Frank, that I should have found you there!"
"That is the best of it. Oh, it just had to be, Fred!"
"Well," replied Fred, "I'm so glad. And do you remember the vow we
made when little chaps, and while playing at Crusoes in Scotland?"
"What, to be brothers, Fred? Yes, lad, and here I do renew it."
Once more hands were clasped and eye met eye.
"Brothers yet," said Frank.
"Brothers ever," said Fred.
Then hand in hand down the hill they went towards the camp
singing--singing quite as gaily as the bright-winged birds that
hopped from bough to bough in those beautiful sunny woods.
They lingered here and there in glades and openings to gaze and
wonder at the marvellous display of life everywhere spread out before
them in jungle and forest. The air was filled with the hum of
myriads of insects, the ground and ferns and bushes of every sort
were instinct with life and joy, and happiness too, apparently. The
beetles even were a sight to see, in their gorgeous metallic tints of
blue and green and crimson, and the butterflies that floated from
flower to flower, on shrub or tree, looked like splendidly-painted
fans, while a rich and luscious perfume filled the air, that in some
of the more sunny glades was almost overpowering.
Quambo and Cassia-bud were both back before our heroes. They came
smiling to meet them.
"Well, boys," said Fred, "I see you're back, and I know you haven't
come empty-handed."
"Oh no, massa!" said little Kashie, seizing Fred by the hand. "Run
quick and see, massa."
He led Fred to the boat. Why the stern-sheets were laden with
luscious fruit, even the names of many of which neither Frank nor
Fred could tell. Nor had these faithful blacks forgotten to bring
flowers. But this was not all, for Kashie pointed triumphantly to a
dozen "sonsy" fish he had caught, and Quambo tapped the boat's
breaker significantly--it was filled to the brim with pure, delicious
water.
Nor had Magilvray been idle all the forenoon. He had not only a
clear fire burning and ready to cook the dinner, but he had, by
cutting down green boughs, succeeded in making a cool and delightful
tent, that should be impervious to the heaviest shower that could
fall.
Fred, as he looked around him at all these preparations for health
and comfort, could not help laughing with very joy.
"Why, Frank," he cried, "and boys all, fortune has taken a turn for
the better, and led us to a land that is literally flowing with milk
and honey."
"Cocoanut milk and honey, yes," said Frank, laughing in his turn.
"There are certainly busy bees about."
Then down the two brothers threw themselves in the cool, green shade
to talk and build castles in the air till dinner was ready.