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
The slices of beef were speedily cut, therefore, and strung on over our
shoulders, and, like two young Robinson Crusoes, we set off in the hopes
of soon relieving our anxiety about our friends. Nothing could be more
melancholy than the appearance of the country through which we passed--
cinders and blackness on every side. Every now and then we nearly
tumbled into a glowing heap of bog balsam. It was sad, too, to see the
number of nests, some with eggs in them, and others with young birds
completely roasted; indeed, we passed many old birds burned to cinders.
At last we struck the shore; but the face of nature had been so
completely altered by the fire, that we were uncertain whether it was to
the north or south of the creek at which we had landed. At last we
agreed that we were to the south of the spot we wished to reach, so we
stood along the beach to the north. We had not got far before we saw, a
little way inland, where the grass had been, two black masses. We
grasped each other's arms. Were they the figures of men? Trembling
with fear we hurried towards them. Though burned to cinders, still we
had no difficulty in recognising them as two seals. The poor things,
stupified and astonished by the fire, had probably had no time to waddle
into the water before it had overtaken them. Perhaps seals, like fish,
are attracted by fire, and the foolish animals had thought it a fine
sight to behold. We had taken no breakfast, and were beginning to feel
the want of food, but, at the same time, we were so thirsty that we did
not feel as if we could eat. There was plenty of salt water; but that
was not tempting, and would only have increased our suffering. Jerry
sat himself down on the beach and said he could go no further; but I
urged him to continue on, in the hopes that we might come soon upon a
stream of water. I remember even then being struck by the immense
quantities of kelp which fringed the shore. The long leaves and roots,
where left by the tide, looked like pieces of thick brown leather; and
we agreed that cups and bowls, and all sorts of things, might be made
out of it. Kelp is a species of sea-weed of gigantic size, and its
sturdy stems have been known to reach the surface from a depth of nearly
three hundred feet; some of the wide-spreading weeds looking like tanned
hides extended on the surface. Its roots cling with a powerful gripe to
the rocks, on which alone it grows. Some of the stems are sufficiently
strong to moor a boat with. I had a knife, the handle of which was made
by simply sticking the hilt of the blade into a piece of the root while
it was wet;--when the kelp dried the blade was firmly fixed in it. We
had not gone far when a rippling sound saluted our ears; and running on,
we found a bright, sparkling stream gurgling out of the bank. We put
our mouths down to the spot where it gushed out, and oh, how we enjoyed
the cool pure draught! Nothing could then have been more gratifying to
our taste.
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