The Wreck of the Red Bird: A Story of the Carolina Coast. Eggleston George Cary

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СКАЧАТЬ yachtsmen of the 'swellest' sort; when we're on the desert island – or deserted, rather, for it is desert only in the past tense – we'll be Robinson Crusoes; and when we want beef we'll kill a wild cow, if there are any left, and be buffalo hunters, for what's a buffalo but a sort of wild cow?"

      "Is the fishing good over there?" asked Jack, "for I'm not so much bothered by the fish yet that I want to quit catching them."

      "As good as here."

      "All right, let's go," said Jack.

      "So say I," responded Charley. "When shall we start?"

      "To-morrow morning. It will take all this afternoon to get ready," said Ned.

      With that they set to work collecting necessary materials.

      "We must have all sorts of things," said Ned.

      "Yes," answered Jack, "particularly in our characters as Robinson Crusoes."

      "How's that?" asked Charley. "He had nothing. He was shipwrecked, you know."

      "Yes, I know. But did you never notice what extraordinary luck he had? Absolutely every thing that was indispensable to him came ashore or was brought ashore from that accommodating wreck. Why, he even got gunpowder enough to last him, and whatever the ship didn't yield the island did. I always suspected that Robinson Crusoe loaded that ship himself with special reference to his needs on the island, and picked out the right island, and then ran the ship on the rocks purposely."

      This interpretation of Robinson Crusoe's character and life was a novel one to Jack's companions; but their plan for their expedition did not include any purpose to deny themselves needed conveniences.

      The large duck gun was taken down from its hooks in the hall, and a good supply of ammunition was put into the shot pouches and powder flask. This included one pouch of buckshot and one of smaller shot for fowls. The fishing tackle was already in the boat house, as we know. An axe, a hatchet, a piece of bacon, to be used in frying fish, a small bag of rice, another of flour, and another of sweet potatoes, a box of salt, another of sugar – both water-tight, – and some coffee, completed the list of stores as planned by the boys. Maum Sally contemplated the collection, after the boys had declared it to be complete, and exclaimed;

      "Well, I 'clar now!"

      "What's the matter, Maum Sally?" asked Ned.

      "Nothin', on'y it's jis zacly like a passel o' boys, dat is."

      "What is?"

      "W'y wot for is you a takin' things to eat?" asked Sally.

      "Because we'll want to eat them," said Ned.

      "Raw?" asked Sally.

      "That's so," said Ned, with a look of confusion. "Boys, we haven't put in a single cooking utensil!"

      Laughing at their blunder, the boys set about choosing from Maum Sally's stores what they thought was most imperatively needed. Two skillets, one to be used for frying and the other for baking bread; a kettle, to be used in boiling rice, in heating water for coffee, and as a bread pan in which to mix corn bread; a coffee pot; some tin cups; three forks and three plates, constituted their outfit.

      Each boy had his pocket knife, of course, and Ned had put into the boat a large hunting knife from the house.

      When all was stored ready for the morning's departure, the boys ate their supper and betook themselves to the piazza.

      "I hope there'll be a fair breeze in the morning," said Ned, "for it will be a frightful job to row that big boat to Bee Island if there isn't wind enough to sail."

      "How far is it?" asked Jack.

      "About a dozen miles. But there is nearly always, breeze enough to sail, after we get away from the bluffs here; but the tide will be against us."

      "How do you know?" asked Charley.

      "Why it will begin running up about eight o'clock to-morrow, and of course it won't turn till about two."

      "How do you know it will begin running up about eight o'clock?"

      "Why, because it began running up a little after seven this morning."

      "Well, what has that got to do with it? Don't it all depend on the wind?"

      "What a landlubber you are!" exclaimed Ned. "No, it don't depend on the wind. It depends on the moon and the sun. I'll try to explain."

      "No, don't," said Jack; "let him read about it in his geography, or explain it to him some other time. Tell us about something else now. Isn't the country fever likely to bother us over there on the island?"

      "No, not if we select a good place to camp in. We must get on pretty high ground near the salt water. I know the look of healthy and unhealthy places pretty well, and we'll be safe enough."

      "All right. When we get into camp you can deliver that lecture on tides if you want to, but just now we wouldn't attend to it. We're apt to be a trifle cross in the evenings over there if we get tired. Tired people in camp are always cross, and it will be just as well to save whatever you have to say till we need something to talk about. Then you can tell us all about it."

      "Well, now, I've something interesting to tell you without waiting," said Ned; "something very interesting."

      "What is it?"

      "That it is after nine o'clock; that we want to get up early; and that we'd better go to bed."

      "Agreed," said his companions.

      CHAPTER V

      THE SAILING OF THE "RED BIRD."

      The boys were out of bed not long after daylight the next morning. The sky was clear, but there was not a particle of breeze, and even before the sun rose the air was hot and stifling to a degree never before experienced by either of Ned's visitors.

      "I say, Ned, this is a frightful morning," said Jack. "I feel myself melting as I stand here in my clothes. I'm already as weak as a pound of butter looks in the sun. How we're going to breathe when the sun comes up, I'm at a loss to determine. Whew!" and with that Jack sat down exhausted.

      "A nice time we'll have rowing," said Charley. "I move we swim and push the boat. It'll be cooler, and not much harder work. Does it ever rain here? because if it does I'm waiting for a shower. I'm wilted down, and nothing short of a drenching will revive me."

      "Well," said Ned, "come, let's take a drenching. I'm going to take a header off the boat-house pier. It's low-water now, and there's a clear jump of ten feet. A plunge will wake us up, and by that time breakfast will be ready, and what is more to the point, the tide will turn. That's a comfort."

      "Why?" asked Charley.

      "Because when it turns a sea-breeze will come with it. This sort of heat is what we'd have here all summer long if it wasn't for land- and sea-breezes. As it is we never have it except at dead low water, and it is always followed by a good stiff sea-breeze when the tide turns. We'll be able to sail instead of swimming over to the island. But come, let's have our plunge now."

      After breakfast the boys went to the boat house to bestow their freight in the boat. The tide had turned, and, as Ned had predicted, a cool, stimulating breeze had begun to blow, СКАЧАТЬ