Peterkin did as he was directed, and we both burst into uncontrollable laughter at the changes that instantly passed over his expressive countenance.No sooner had he put the nut to his mouth, and thrown back his head in order to catch what came out of it, than his eyes opened to twice their ordinary size with astonishment, while his throat moved vigorously in the act of swallowing.Then a smile and look of intense delight overspread his face, except, indeed, the mouth, which, being firmly fixed to the hole in the nut, could not take part in the expression; but he endeavoured to make up for this by winking at us excessively with his right eye.At length he stopped, and, drawing a long breath, exclaimed -"Nectar! perfect nectar! I say, Jack, you're a Briton - the best fellow I ever met in my life.Only taste that!" said he, turning to me and holding the nut to my mouth.I immediately drank, and certainly I was much surprised at the delightful liquid that flowed copiously down my throat.It was extremely cool, and had a sweet taste, mingled with acid; in fact, it was the likest thing to lemonade I ever tasted, and was most grateful and refreshing.Ihanded the nut to Jack, who, after tasting it, said, "Now, Peterkin, you unbeliever, I never saw or tasted a cocoa nut in my life before, except those sold in shops at home; but I once read that the green nuts contain that stuff, and you see it is true!""And pray," asked Peterkin, "what sort of 'stuff' does the ripe nut contain?""A hollow kernel," answered Jack, "with a liquid like milk in it;but it does not satisfy thirst so well as hunger.It is very wholesome food I believe.""Meat and drink on the same tree!" cried Peterkin; "washing in the sea, lodging on the ground, - and all for nothing! My dear boys, we're set up for life; it must be the ancient Paradise, - hurrah!"and Peterkin tossed his straw hat in the air, and ran along the beach hallooing like a madman with delight.
We afterwards found, however, that these lovely islands were very unlike Paradise in many things.But more of this in its proper place.
We had now come to the point of rocks on which the ship had struck, but did not find a single article, although we searched carefully among the coral rocks, which at this place jutted out so far as nearly to join the reef that encircled the island.Just as we were about to return, however, we saw something black floating in a little cove that had escaped our observation.Running forward, we drew it from the water, and found it to be a long thick leather boot, such as fishermen at home wear; and a few paces farther on we picked up its fellow.We at once recognised these as having belonged to our captain, for he had worn them during the whole of the storm, in order to guard his legs from the waves and spray that constantly washed over our decks.My first thought on seeing them was that our dear captain had been drowned; but Jack soon put my mind more at rest on that point, by saying that if the captain had been drowned with the boots on, he would certainly have been washed ashore along with them, and that he had no doubt whatever he had kicked them off while in the sea, that he might swim more easily.
Peterkin immediately put them on, but they were so large that, as Jack said, they would have done for boots, trousers, and vest too.
I also tried them, but, although I was long enough in the legs for them, they were much too large in the feet for me; so we handed them to Jack, who was anxious to make me keep them, but as they fitted his large limbs and feet as if they had been made for him, Iwould not hear of it, so he consented at last to use them.I may remark, however, that Jack did not use them often, as they were extremely heavy.
It was beginning to grow dark when we returned to our encampment;so we put off our visit to the top of a hill till next day, and employed the light that yet remained to us in cutting down a quantity of boughs and the broad leaves of a tree, of which none of us knew the name.With these we erected a sort of rustic bower, in which we meant to pass the night.There was no absolute necessity for this, because the air of our island was so genial and balmy that we could have slept quite well without any shelter; but we were so little used to sleeping in the open air, that we did not quite relish the idea of lying down without any covering over us:
besides, our bower would shelter us from the night dews or rain, if any should happen to fall.Having strewed the floor with leaves and dry grass, we bethought ourselves of supper.
But it now occurred to us, for the first time, that we had no means of making a fire.
"Now, there's a fix! - what shall we do?" said Peterkin, while we both turned our eyes to Jack, to whom we always looked in our difficulties.Jack seemed not a little perplexed.
"There are flints enough, no doubt, on the beach," said he, "but they are of no use at all without a steel.However, we must try."So saying, he went to the beach, and soon returned with two flints.
On one of these he placed the tinder, and endeavoured to ignite it;but it was with great difficulty that a very small spark was struck out of the flints, and the tinder, being a bad, hard piece, would not catch.He then tried the bit of hoop iron, which would not strike fire at all; and after that the back of the axe, with no better success.During all these trials Peterkin sat with his hands in his pockets, gazing with a most melancholy visage at our comrade, his face growing longer and more miserable at each successive failure.
"Oh dear!" he sighed, "I would not care a button for the cooking of our victuals, - perhaps they don't need it, - but it's so dismal to eat one's supper in the dark, and we have had such a capital day, that it's a pity to finish off in this glum style.Oh, I have it!"he cried, starting up; "the spy-glass, - the big glass at the end is a burning-glass!""You forget that we have no sun," said I.
Peterkin was silent.In his sudden recollection of the telescope he had quite overlooked the absence of the sun.
"Ah, boys, I've got it now!" exclaimed Jack, rising and cutting a branch from a neighbouring bush, which be stripped of its leaves.
"I recollect seeing this done once at home.Hand me the bit of whip-cord." With the cord and branch Jack soon formed a bow.Then he cut a piece, about three inches long, off the end of a dead branch, which he pointed at the two ends.Round this he passed the cord of the bow, and placed one end against his chest, which was protected from its point by a chip of wood; the other point he placed against the bit of tinder, and then began to saw vigorously with the bow, just as a blacksmith does with his drill while boring a hole in a piece of iron.In a few seconds the tinder began to smoke; in less than a minute it caught fire; and in less than a quarter of an hour we were drinking our lemonade and eating cocoa nuts round a fire that would have roasted an entire sheep, while the smoke, flames, and sparks, flew up among the broad leaves of the overhanging palm trees, and cast a warm glow upon our leafy bower.
That night the starry sky looked down through the gently rustling trees upon our slumbers, and the distant roaring of the surf upon the coral reef was our lullaby.
