A Voyage round the World: A book for boysKingston, William Henry Giles
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A Voyage round the World: A book for boys
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Voyages around the world -- Juvenile fiction
I wish that I could describe the variety of shrubs we found on the
island. Many were evergreens. One, which the doctor called the
suriana, emitted a peculiarly strong, though not unpleasant odour. We
used to be very glad, when the rays of the sun came down fiercely on our
heads, to take shelter under these trees, and to rest during our long
journeys from one end of our dominion to the other.
We in a short time were acquainted with nearly every portion of the
island. Our habitation was about ten miles from the entrance to the
lagoon, so that in one direction we were able to travel twenty miles,
when we arrived at the termination of that part of the circle; and by
going the other way, ten miles brought us to the end of the other. The
passage into the lagoon was probably the eighth of a mile broad.
One day Jerry and I set off, he taking the shorter distance and I the
long way, that we might have the pleasure of looking at each other
across the passage. I do not know that we had any better reason.
Accompanied by old Surley, I set off by daybreak, as over such rough
ground it was difficult to make good more than two miles an hour. It
was therefore the evening when I got there. I looked eagerly across the
channel. There stood Jerry, shouting and beckoning to me. I shouted to
him, and made all sorts of signals expressive of my delight at seeing
him.
After we had played these sorts of antics for some time, I began to
consider that it would be rather tiresome to have to walk all the way
back by myself, and that either I must go across to Jerry, or get him to
come over to me. I was the best swimmer, so I resolved to go over to
him. I made signs that I would do so, and he signified that he was very
glad to hear it. Old Surley seemed as pleased as I was at seeing Jerry,
and leaped and bounded about, barking every now and then, after his own
fashion, to show his satisfaction. Two or three times he ran down to
the water, as if he intended to plunge in and to swim across; and each
time he came back whining and looking up in my face, as if he had
thought it would be wiser not to venture in. I had good reason
afterwards to admire the instinct which prompted him to refrain from
doing what he evidently wished to do.
I had my gun with me, as well as some provisions, which, of course, I
did not wish to wet; and so I had to consider how I could get them over
dry. A raft was the only means, but I reflected that it might prove
somewhat difficult to tow. Still, I did not like to be beat, so I made
signs to Jerry what I was going to do. With a hatchet which I carried
in my belt, and with which I had provided myself to make an arbour for
the night, I soon cut down wood enough to form a raft which would carry
all my things, including my clothes; and I had a line in my pocket
strong enough to tow it along.
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