Captain Chap; or, The Rolling StonesStockton, Frank R.
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Captain Chap; or, The Rolling Stones
Stockton, Frank R.
Florida -- Juvenile fiction; Teenage boys -- Juvenile fiction
“Very well,” said Adam, “you can come. This shot-gun isn’t the right
thing to take along if we expect to meet bears, but I’ll put half a
dozen buckshot into each barrel, and I guess that’ll do for anything we
get a crack at.”
Phœnix would have been glad to go with Phil and Adam, but in that case
Chap would have been left alone; and, besides, it would not do to make
a bear-hunting party too large. So he got out his fishing-lines, and
helped Chap pole the boat into deeper water, where they anchored her,
and set comfortably to work to fish. The sport was not very exciting,
for the large fish are only found in certain portions of the river, but
the biting was lively, and the fish they hauled up were a good deal
larger than those they used to catch at home.
Adam and Phil made their way slowly along a path which the former had
taken to be a bear track. Sometimes they got through the underbrush
quite easily, and then, again, it would be very difficult and
unpleasant to push through the thorny shrubbery and under low-hanging
branches of small trees.
“If we went on all-fours, like a bear,” said Adam, “it would be easy
enough; but as we don’t, we’ve got to make the best of it.”
They made the best of it for some time, occasionally losing the track,
and then, finding it again, or supposing they had found it, they would
bravely press forward.
At last, to their great relief, they came to a place where the way was
much more open; the bed of a very small stream, now dry, wound before
them through the forest, and, as it was free from underbrush, it made
a very convenient pathway.
There was nothing in the appearance of this dry bed to indicate that
a bear had been in the habit of walking in it; but, as it made a very
good passage through the forest for a man and a boy, Phil and Adam
cheerfully took their way up the stream.
It did not matter much whether they saw a bear or not; for, if they did
catch sight of one, Adam very much doubted if he could get it within
range of a shot-gun. But they were both fond of the woods, and were
glad to explore a semi-tropical forest like this.
Adam was a hunter, as well as a sailor, for his adventurous experiences
had been both on land and sea.
On either side of them was a mass of vines and bushes, out of which the
shorter or cabbage palmettos arose, wherever they could find room to
spread their long and drooping leaf-stalks, which not only grew from
their crests, but sprang out of the sides of their trunks, while, high
above was the vast and impenetrable canopy of the leaves of the tall
palmettos, each umbrella-like tuft supported by a long and slender stem.
The forest thus appeared to be covered by a roof of green, held up by
innumerable gray columns of pillars.
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