We had much earnest talk over this matter. But Jack proposed that, before undertaking such an excursion, we should supply ourselves with good defensive arms; for, as we intended not only to go round all the shore, but to descend most of the valleys, before returning home, we should be likely to meet in withhe would not say dangersbut at least with everything that existed on the island, whatever that might be.
Besides, said Jack, it wont do for us to live on cocoa-nuts and oysters always. No doubt they are very excellent in their way, but I think a little animal food now and then would be agreeable as well as good for us; and as there are many small birds among the trees, some of which are probably very good to eat, I think it would be a capital plan to make bows and arrows, with which we could easily knock them over.
First-rate! cried Peterkin. You will make the bows, Jack, and Ill try my hand at the arrows. The fact is, Im quite tired of throwing stones at the birds. I began the very day we landed, I think, and have persevered up to the present time, but Ive never hit anything yet.
You forget, said I, you hit me one day on the shin.
Ah, true! replied Peterkin; and a precious shindy you kicked up in consequence. But you were at least four yards away from the impudent paroquet I aimed at, so you see what a horribly bad shot I am.
But, Jack, said I, you cannot make three bows and arrows before to-morrow; and would it not be a pity to waste time, now that we have made up our minds to go on this expedition?Suppose that you make one bow and arrow for yourself, and we can take our clubs?
Thats true, Ralph. The day is pretty far advanced, and I doubt if I can make even one bow before dark. To be sure, I might work by firelight after the sun goes down.
We had, up to this time, been in the habit of going to bed with the sun, as we had no pressing call to work o nights; and, indeed, our work during the day was usually hard enoughwhat between fishing, and improving our bower, and diving in the Water Garden, and rambling in the woodsso that when night came we were usually very glad to retire to our beds. But now that we had a desire to work at night, we felt a wish for candles.
Wont a good blazing fire give you light enough? inquired Peterkin.
Yes, replied Jack, quite enough; but then it will give us a great deal more than enough of heat in this warm climate of ours.
True, said Peterkin; I forgot that. It would roast us.
Well, as youre always doing that at any rate, remarked Jack, we could scarcely call it a change. But the fact is, Ive been thinking over this subject before. There is a certain nut growing in these islands which is called the candle-nut, because the natives use it instead of candles; and I know all about it, and how to prepare it for burning
Then why dont you do it? interrupted Peterkin. Why have you kept us in the dark so long, you vile philosopher?
Because, said Jack, I have not seen the tree yet, and Im not sure that I should know either the tree or the nuts if I did see them. You see, I forget the description.
Ah! thats just the way with me, said Peterkin with a deep sigh. I never could keep in my mind for half-an-hour the few descriptions I ever attempted to remember. The very first voyage I ever made was caused by my mistaking a descriptionor forgetting it, which is the same thing. And a horrible voyage it was. I had to fight with the captain the whole way out, and made the homeward voyage by swimming!
Come, Peterkin, said I, you cant get even me to believe that.
Perhaps not, but its true notwithstanding, returned Peterkin, pretending to be hurt at my doubting his word.
Let us hear how it happened, said Jack, while a good-natured smile overspread his face.
Well, you must know, began Peterkin, that the very day before I went to sea I was greatly taken up with a game at hockey, which I was playing with my old school-fellows for the last time before leaving them.You see I was young then, Ralph. Peterkin gazed, in an abstracted and melancholy manner, out to sea.Well, in the midst of the game, my uncle, who had taken all the bother and trouble of getting me bound prentice and rigged out, came and took me aside, and told me that he was called suddenly away from home, and would not be able to see me aboard, as he had intended. However, said he, the captain knows you are coming, so thats not of much consequence; but as youll have to find the ship yourself, you must remember her name and description. Dye hear, boy? I certainly did hear, but Im afraid I did not understand; for my mind was so taken up with the game, which I saw my side was losing, that I began to grow impatient, and the moment my uncle finished his description of the ship and bade me good-bye I bolted back to my game, with only a confused idea of three masts, and a green-painted taffrail, and a gilt figurehead of Hercules with his club at the bow. Next day I was so much cast down with everybody saying good-bye, and a lot o my female friends cryin horribly over me, that I did not start for the harbour, where the ship was lying among a thousand others, till it was almost too late. So I had to run the whole way. When I reached the pier, there were so many masts, and so much confusion, that I felt quite humble-bumbled in my faculties. Now, said I to myself, Peterkin, youre in a fix. Then I fancied I saw a gilt figurehead and three masts belonging to a ship just about to start; so I darted on board, but speedily jumped on shore again when I found that two of the masts belonged to another vessel and the figurehead to a third! At last I caught sight of what I made sure was ita fine large vessel just casting off her moorings. The taffrail was green. Three mastsyes, that must be itand the gilt figurehead of Hercules. To be sure, it had a three-pronged pitchfork in its hand instead of a club; but that might be my uncles mistake, or perhaps Hercules sometimes varied his weapons. Cast off! roared a voice from the quarter-deck. Hold on! cried I, rushing frantically through the crowd. Hold on! hold on! repeated some of the bystanders, while the men at the ropes delayed for a minute. This threw the captain into a frightful rage; for some of his friends had come down to see him off, and having his orders contradicted so flatly was too much for him. However, the delay was sufficient. I took a race and a good leap; the ropes were cast off; the steam-tug gave a puff, and we started. Suddenly the captain walks up to me: Where did you come from, you scamp, and what do you want here?
Please, sir, said I, touching my cap, Im your new prentice come aboard.
New prentice! said he, stamping; Ive got no new prentice. My boys are all aboard already. This is a trick, you young blackguard! Youve run away, you have! And the captain stamped about the deck and swore dreadfully; for, you see, the thought of having to stop the ship and lower a boat and lose half-an-hour, all for the sake of sending a small boy ashore, seemed to make him very angry. Besides, it was blowin fresh outside the harbour, so that to have let the steamer alongside to put me into it was no easy job. Just as we were passing the pier-head, where several boats were rowing into the harbour, the captain came up to me.
Youve run away, you blackguard! he said, giving me a box on the ear.
No, I havent! said I angrily, for the box was by no means a light one.
Youve run away, you blackguard! he said, giving me a box on the ear.
No, I havent! said I angrily, for the box was by no means a light one.
Harkee, boy, can you swim?
Yes, said I.
Then do it! and seizing me by my trousers and the nape of my neck, he tossed me over the side into the sea. The fellows in the boats at the end of the pier backed their oars on seeing this; but observing that I could swim, they allowed me to make the best of my way to the pier-head.So you see, Ralph, that I really did swim my first homeward voyage.
Jack laughed, and patted Peterkin on the shoulder.
But tell us about the candle-nut tree, said I. You were talking about it.
Very true, said Jack; but I fear I can remember little about it. I believe the nut is about the size of a walnut; and I think that the leaves are white, but I am not sure.
Eh! ha! hum! exclaimed Peterkin; I saw a tree answering to that description this very day.
Did you? cried Jack. Is it far from this?
No, not half-a-mile.
Then lead me to it, said Jack, seizing his axe.
In a few minutes we were all three pushing through the underwood of the forest, headed by Peterkin.
We soon came to the tree in question, which, after Jack had closely examined it, we concluded must be the candle-nut tree. Its leaves were of a beautiful silvery white, and formed a fine contrast to the dark-green foliage of the surrounding trees. We immediately filled our pockets with the nuts, after which Jack said:
Now, Peterkin, climb that cocoa-nut tree and cut me one of the long branches.
This was soon done; but it cost some trouble, for the stem was very high, and as Peterkin usually pulled nuts from the younger trees, he was not much accustomed to climbing the high ones. The leaf or branch was a very large one, and we were surprised at its size and strength. Viewed from a little distance, the cocoa-nut tree seems to be a tall, straight stem, without a single branch except at the top, where there is a tuft of feathery-looking leaves that seem to wave like soft plumes in the wind. But when we saw one of these leaves or branches at our feet, we found it to be a strong stalk, about fifteen feet long, with a number of narrow, pointed leaflets ranged alternately on each side. But what seemed to us the most wonderful thing about it was a curious substance resembling cloth, which was wrapped round the thick end of the stalk where it had been cut from the tree. Peterkin told us that he had the greatest difficulty in separating the branch from the stem on account of this substance, as it was wrapped quite round the tree, and, he observed, round all the other branches, thus forming a strong support to the large leaves while exposed to high winds. When I call this substance cloth I do not exaggerate. Indeed, with regard to all the things I saw during my eventful career in the South Seas, I have been exceedingly careful not to exaggerate, or in any way to mislead or deceive my readers. This cloth, I say, was remarkably like to coarse brown cotton cloth. It had a seam or fibre down the centre of it, from which diverged other fibres, about the size of a bristle. There were two layers of these fibres, very long and tough, the one layer crossing the other obliquely, and the whole was cemented together with a still finer fibrous and adhesive substance. When we regarded it attentively, we could with difficulty believe that it had not been woven by human hands. This remarkable piece of cloth we stripped carefully off, and found it to be above two feet long by a foot broad, and we carried it home with us as a great prize.
Jack now took one of the leaflets, and cutting out the central spine or stalk, hurried back with it to our camp. Having made a small fire, he baked the nuts slightly and then peeled off the husks. After this he wished to bore a hole in them, which, not having anything better at hand at the time, he did with the point of our useless pencil-case. Then he strung them on the cocoa-nut spine, and on putting a light to the topmost nut we found, to our joy, that it burned with a clear, beautiful flame, upon seeing which Peterkin sprang up and danced round the fire for at least five minutes in the excess of his satisfaction.
Now, lads, said Jack, extinguishing our candle, the sun will set in an hour, so we have no time to lose. I shall go and cut a young tree to make my bow out of, and you had better each of you go and select good strong sticks for clubs, and well set to work at them after dark.
So saying, he shouldered his axe and went off; followed by Peterkin; while I took up the piece of newly discovered cloth, and fell to examining its structure. So engrossed was I in this that I was still sitting in the same attitude and occupation when my companions returned.
I told you so! cried Peterkin with a loud laugh.Oh Ralph, youre incorrigible! See, theres a club for you. I was sure, when we left you looking at that bit of stuff, that we would find you poring over it when we came back, so I just cut a club for you as well as for myself.
Thank you, Peterkin, said I. It was kind of you to do that instead of scolding me for a lazy fellow, as I confess I deserve.
Oh, as to that, returned Peterkin, Ill blow you up yet if you wish it; only it would be of no use if I did, for youre a perfect mule!
As it was now getting dark we lighted our candle, and placing it in a holder made of two crossing branches inside of our bower, we seated ourselves on our leafy beds and began to work.
I intend to appropriate the bow for my own use, said Jack, chipping the piece of wood he had brought with his axe. I used to be a pretty fair shot once.But whats that youre doing? he added, looking at Peterkin, who had drawn the end of a long pole into the tent, and was endeavouring to fit a small piece of the hoop-iron to the end of it.
Im going to enlist into the Lancers, answered Peterkin. You see, Jack, I find the club rather an unwieldy instrument for my delicately formed muscles, and I flatter myself I shall do more execution with a spear.
Well, if length constitutes power, said Jack, youll certainly be invincible.
The pole which Peterkin had cut was full twelve feet long, being a very strong but light and tough young tree, which merely required thinning at the butt to be a serviceable weapon.
Thats a very good idea, said I.
Whichthis? inquired Peterkin, pointing to the spear.
Yes, I replied.
Humph! said he; youd find it a pretty tough and matter-of-fact idea if you had it stuck through your gizzard, old boy!
I mean the idea of making it is a good one, said I, laughing. And, now I think of it, Ill change my plan too. I dont think much of a club, so Ill make me a sling out of this piece of cloth. I used to be very fond of slinging, ever since I read of David slaying Goliath the Philistine, and I was once thought to be expert at it.
So I set to work to manufacture a sling. For a long time we all worked very busily without speaking. At length Peterkin looked up. I say, Jack, Im sorry to say I must apply to you for another strip of your handkerchief to tie on this rascally head with. Its pretty well torn at any rate, so you wont miss it.
Jack proceeded to comply with this request, when Peterkin suddenly laid his hand on his arm and arrested him.
Hist, man! said he; be tender! You should never be needlessly cruel if you can help it. Do try to shave past Lord Nelsons mouth without tearing it, if possible! Thanks. There are plenty more handkerchiefs on the cocoa-nut trees.