THE BEAUTIFUL ISLAND.
"There, Mollie, what do you think now!" exclaimed the youthful engineer,
as he made fast the painter of the boat to a ring in the deck of the
schooner.
"You have worked very hard, Noddy, but you have succeeded. You must be
very tired."
"I am tired, for I have done a hard day's work."
"You ought to rest now."
"I think I will. We are in no hurry, for we are very comfortable here,
and storms don't come very often."
It was late in the afternoon when the work of getting out the boat was
finished. Noddy had labored very hard, and he was perfectly willing to
rest during the remainder of the day. Mollie made some tea, and they had
supper at an early hour. It was a remarkably pleasant day, and the air
was as soft and balmy as a poet's dream. Both the young workers were
very much fatigued, and they sat upon the deck till dark.
"Where is my father now?" asked Mollie, as she cast a nervous glance
towards the beautiful island which they hoped to reach on the following
day.
"Where is he?" repeated Noddy, surprised at the question, and not
knowing what she meant.
"I mean his remains."
"In his state-room," answered Noddy, very reluctant to have the subject
considered.
"Will you do one thing more for me, Noddy?" demanded she, earnestly and
impressively.
"Certainly, I will, Mollie."
"It shall be the last thing I shall ask you to do for me."
"Don't say that, for I've always been ready to do everything you wished
me to do."
"I know you have, Noddy; and you work so hard that I don't feel like
asking you to do any extra labor."
"I will do anything you wish, Mollie. You needn't be afraid to ask me,
either. If you knew how much pleasure it gives me to work for you, I'm
sure you would keep me busy all the time."
"I don't wish to wear you out, and you may think this is useless work."
"I'm sure I shall not, if you want it done."
"If you knew how sad it makes me feel to think of my poor father lying
in the water there, you would understand me," added she, bursting into
tears.
"I know what you mean, Mollie, and it shall be done the first thing
to-morrow."
"Thank you, Noddy. You are so good and so kind! I hope I shall see Miss
Bertha, some time, and tell her what you have done for me," continued
she, wiping away her tears.
They retired to the forecastle soon after dark; and when Mollie had said
her simple prayer for both of them, they lay down in the bunks, and were
soon asleep.
Noddy's first work the next morning was to rig a mast and sail for the
long-boat. In this labor he was assisted by Mollie, who sewed diligently
on the sail all the forenoon. While she was thus engaged, Noddy, without
telling her what he was going to do, went into the cabin, carrying a
boat-hook, and, with a feeling of awe amounting almost to superstitious
terror, proceeded to fish up the body of Captain McClintock. He knew
just where it lay, and had no difficulty in accomplishing the task. He
dragged the remains out into the cabin, and floated the corpse in the
water to the foot of the ladder. It was an awful duty for him to
perform; and when he saw the ghastly, bloated face, he was disposed to
flee in terror from the spot.
Noddy was strong for his years, or he could not have placed the body on
the locker, out of the reach of the water. He prepared the remains for
burial precisely as those of Mr. Watts had been. The most difficult
part of the task was yet to be performed--to get the corpse on deck, and
lower it into the boat. He procured a long box in the hold, from which
he removed the merchandise, and found that it would answer the purpose
of a coffin. By much hard lifting, and by resorting to various
expedients, he placed the remains in the box and nailed down the lid. He
felt easier now, for the face of the corpse no longer glared at him.
When he had bent on the sail, and shipped the rudder, he contrived to
set Mollie at work in the forecastle, where she could not see what he
was doing; for he thought his work must be revolting to her feelings,
especially as it would be very clumsily performed. Having put a sling on
the box, he rigged a purchase, and hoisted it out of the cabin. Then,
with suitable rigging, he lowered it into the boat, placing it across
the thwarts, amidships.
"Come, Mollie," said he, in a gentle, subdued tone, at the fore-scuttle.
"What, Noddy?" asked she, impressed by his voice, and by his manner, as
she came up from below.
"We will go on shore now."
"To-day?"
"Yes; but we will return. The boat is ready, and I have done what you
asked me to do."
"What?"
"Your father."
She was awed by his manner, and did not readily understand what he
meant. He pointed to the long box in the boat, and she comprehended the
loving labor he had performed. She did not inquire how he had
accomplished the task, and did not think of the difficulties which
attended it. Noddy did not allude to them.
"I am ready, Noddy; but can you get me the prayer-book?" said she, her
eyes filling with tears, as she prepared to perform the pious duty which
the exigencies of the occasion required of her.
The book was fortunately on a shelf to which the water had not risen,
and he brought it up and gave it to her. He had before placed a pick and
shovel, an axe, a couple of boards and some cords in the boat. He helped
her to a seat in the stern-sheets, and shoved off. There was hardly a
breath of wind, and Noddy sculled the boat towards an opening in the
reef, which was of coral, and surrounded the island. The afflicted
daughter gazed in silent grief at the box, and did not speak a word till
the boat entered a little inlet, which Noddy had chosen as a
landing-place.
He stepped on shore, and secured the boat to a bush which grew on the
bank. Mollie followed him in silence, and selected a place for the
grave. It was at the foot of a cocoa palm. The spot was as beautiful as
the heart could desire for such a holy purpose; and Noddy commenced his
work. The soil was light and loose, and after much severe labor, he made
a grave about three feet deep. It would be impossible for him to lower
the box into the grave; and, from one end, he dug out an inclined plane,
down which he could roll the corpse to its final resting-place.
It required all his skill, strength, and ingenuity to disembark the box;
but this was finally accomplished, with such assistance as the weeping
daughter could render. The rude coffin was then moved on rollers to the
foot of the tree, and deposited in the grave. Mollie opened the book to
the funeral prayer, and handed it to her companion. Severe as the labor
he had performed had been, he regarded this as far more trying. He could
not refuse, when he saw the poor girl, weeping as though her heart would
break, kneel down at the head of the grave. Fortunately he had read this
prayer many times since it had been used at the obsequies of Mr. Watts,
and it was familiar to him. Awed and impressed by the solemn task
imposed upon him, he read the prayer in trembling, husky tones. But he
was more earnest and sincere than many who read the same service in
Christian lands. It touched his own heart, and again the good Father
seemed to be very near to him.
The reading was finished, and the loving girl, not content with what had
been done, gathered wild flowers, rich and luxuriant in that sunny
clime, and showered them, as a tribute of affection, on the rough
coffin. Noddy filled up the trench first, and then, amid the sobs of the
poor child, covered all that remained of her father. With what art he
possessed he arranged the green sods, as he had seen them in the
graveyard at Whitestone. Mollie covered the spot with flowers, and then
seemed loath to leave the grave.
From the beginning, Noddy had trembled lest she should ask to look once
more on the face of the departed. He had been horrified at the sight
himself, and he knew that the distorted visage would haunt her dreams if
she was permitted to gaze upon it; but she did not ask to take that last
look. Though she said nothing about it, she seemed to feel,
instinctively, that the face was not that she had loved, which had
smiled upon her, and which was still present in her remembrance.
"Come, Mollie, it is almost dark, and we must go now," said he,
tenderly, when he had waited some time for her.
"I am ready, Noddy; and you cannot tell how much better I feel now that
my poor father sleeps in a grave on the land--on the beautiful island!"
replied she, as she followed him to the boat. "You have been very kind
to do what you have. It has cost you a whole day's labor."
"It is the best day's work I have done, Mollie, if it makes you feel
better," replied Noddy, as he hoisted the sail.
They did not reach the wreck till it was quite dark, for the wind was
light. Mollie was more cheerful than she had been since the vessel
struck. She had performed a religious duty, which was very consoling to
her feelings in her affliction; and Noddy hoped that even her sadness
would wear away amid the active employments which would be required of
her.
In the morning, Noddy loaded the boat with provisions, and such useful
articles as they would need most on the island, and in the middle of the
forenoon they again sailed for the land. They entered the little inlet,
and moored the boat in a convenient place, for it was decided that they
should explore the island before the goods were landed.
"We are real Robinson Crusoes now, Noddy," said Mollie, as they stepped
on shore.
"Who's he?"
She told him who Crusoe was, and some of the main features of his
residence on the lonely island. She was surprised to learn that he had
never read the story.
"But we have everything we can possibly need, while Crusoe had scarcely
anything. We have provisions enough in the vessel to last us a year,"
added she.
"We shall do very well. I don't think we shall have to stay here long.
There are whale ships in all parts of the South Seas, and if they don't
come to us, we can go to them, for we have a first-rate boat."
They walked up the hill which rose from the little plain by the
sea-side, where they found a small table-land. But it did not take them
long to explore the island, for it was hardly a mile in diameter.
Portions of it were covered with trees, whose shape and foliage were new
and strange to the visitors. No inhabitants dwelt in this little
paradise; but the reason was soon apparent to Noddy; for, when Mollie
was thirsty, their search for water was unavailing. There was none on
the island.
This was an appalling discovery, and Noddy began to consider the
situation of the water casks on board the wreck. They returned to the
boat, and having selected a suitable spot, the goods were landed, and
carefully secured under a sail-cloth brought off for the purpose. For
two weeks Noddy labored diligently in bringing off the most serviceable
goods from the wreck. He had constructed a tent on shore, and they made
their home on the island. For the present there was nothing but hard
work, for a storm might come and break up the schooner.
Noddy rigged a series of pulleys, which enabled him to handle the water
casks with ease. Other heavy articles were managed in the same way.
Farther up the inlet than his first landing-place he found a tree near
the shore, to which he attached his ropes and blocks, to hoist the
barrels out of the boat. We are sorry that our space does not permit a
minute description of these contrivances, for many of them were very
ingenious. The labor was hard, and the progress often very slow; but
Noddy enjoyed the fruit of his expedients, and was happy in each new
triumph he achieved. He had found a joy in work which did not exist in
play.
"Now, Mollie, we must build a house," said he, when he had brought off
sufficient supplies from the wreck.
"Do you think you can make a house, Noddy?"
"I know I can."
"Well, I suppose you can. I think you can do anything you try to do."
"I have brought off all the boards I could get out of the wreck, and I
am sure I can build a very nice house."
The work was immediately commenced. Near the spot selected for the
mansion of the exiles there was a grove of small trees. The wood was
light and soft, and Noddy found that he could fell the trees with his
sharp hatchet quickly and easily. Four posts, with a crotch in the top
of each, were set in the ground, forming the corners of the house. The
frame was secured with nails and with ropes. The sides and the roof were
then covered with the hibiscus from the grove. Noddy worked like a hero
at his task, and Mollie watched him with the most intense interest; for
he would not permit her to perform any of the hard labor.
The frame was up, and covered, but the house was like a sieve. It was
the intention of the master builder to cover the roof with tough sods,
and plaster up the crevices in the sides with mud. But Mollie thought
the fore-topsail of the schooner would be better than sods and mud,
though it was not half so romantic. They had whole casks of nails, small
and large, and the sail was finally chosen, and securely nailed upon the
roof and sides. A floor was made of the boards, and the house banked up
so as to turn the water away from it when it rained. Two rooms, one for
each of the exiles, were partitioned off with sail-cloth. A bunk was
made in each, which was supplied with a berth-sack and bed-clothes from
the schooner. Besides these two rooms, there was one apartment for
general purposes.
This important work occupied three weeks; but it was perfectly luxurious
when completed.