CHAPTER XI.

My anxiety kept me awake till near morning, when, after a short sleep, I

rose, and we were soon all at work. My wife, after milking the cow and

goats, harnessed the cow and ass, and set out to search for drift-wood

for our use. In the mean time, I mounted the ladder with Fritz, and we

set to work stoutly, with axe and saw, to rid ourselves of all useless

branches. Some, about six feet above our foundation, I left, to suspend

our hammocks from, and others, a little higher, to support the roof,

which, at present, was to be merely sailcloth. My wife succeeded in

collecting us some boards and planks, which, with her assistance, and

the aid of the pulley, we hoisted up. We then arranged them on the level

branches close to each other, in such a manner as to form a smooth and

solid floor. I made a sort of parapet round, to prevent accidents. By

degrees, our dwelling began to assume a distinct form; the sailcloth was

raised over the high branches, forming a roof; and, being brought down

on each side, was nailed to the parapet. The immense trunk protected the

back of our apartment, and the front was open to admit the breeze from

the sea, which was visible from this elevation. We hoisted our hammocks

and blankets by the pulley, and suspended them; my son and I then

descended, and, as our day was not yet exhausted, we set about

constructing a rude table and some benches, from the remainder of our

wood, which we placed beneath the roots of the tree, henceforward to be

our dining-room. The little boys collected the chips and pieces of wood

for fire-wood; while their mamma prepared supper, which we needed much

after the extraordinary fatigues of this day.

The next day, however, being Sunday, we looked forward to as a day of

rest, of recreation, and thanksgiving to the great God who had

preserved us.

Supper was now ready, my wife took a large earthen pot from the fire,

which contained a good stew, made of the flamingo, which Ernest had told

her was an old bird, and would not be eatable, if dressed any other way.

His brothers laughed heartily, and called him the cook. He was, however,

quite right, the stew, well seasoned, was excellent, and we picked the

very bones. Whilst we were thus occupied, the living flamingo,

accompanying the rest of the fowls, and free from bonds, came in, quite

tame, to claim his share of the repast, evidently quite unsuspicious

that we were devouring his mate; he did not seem at all inclined to quit

us. The little monkey, too, was quite at home with the boys, leaping

from one to another for food, which he took in his forepaws, and ate

with such absurd mimicry of their actions, that he kept us in continual

convulsions of laughter. To augment our satisfaction, our great sow, who

had deserted us for two days, returned of her own accord, grunting her

joy at our re-union. My wife welcomed her with particular distinction,

treating her with all the milk we had to spare; for, as she had no dairy

utensils to make cheese and butter, it was best thus to dispose of our

superfluity. I promised her, on our next voyage to the ship, to procure

all these necessaries. This she could not, however, hear of, without

shuddering.

The boys now lighted the fires for the night. The dogs were tied to the

roots of the tree, as a protection against invaders, and we commenced

our ascent. My three eldest sons soon ran up the ladder, my wife

followed, with more deliberation, but arrived safely; my own journey was

more difficult, as, besides having to carry Francis on my back, I had

detached the lower part of the ladder from the roots, where it was

nailed; in order to be able to draw it up during the night. We were thus

as safe in our castle as the knights of old, when their drawbridge was

raised. We retired to our hammocks free from care, and did not wake till

the sun shone brightly in upon us.

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