Adventure stories; Love stories; Treasure troves -- Fiction
The hearts of all on board were thrilled. Crew and passengers alike
were delighted, although the latter had a special reason for excitement
of which the former were supposed to be ignorant.
The schooner had been proceeding under full sail, but as she approached
nearer to the land whose outlines at every moment became more distinct,
the topgallants were taken in until the _Bertha Hamilton_ had just
enough canvas drawing to give her good steerage way.
Before long the schooner approached near enough for those on board to
see the island plainly with the naked eye. It seemed to be several
miles in length. It looked like an emerald floating in the sunlight.
Lush vegetation extended to within a hundred yards of the sea, and a
silvery stretch of beach edged the breakers that curled and burst with
an unceasing roar.
There was no sign of human habitation anywhere. No hut broke the
smooth expanse of the beach or peeped out from among the trees. The
impression of an uninhabited wilderness was heightened by great numbers
of pelicans and cranes, who stood sleepily on one foot or stalked
solemnly about pursuing their fishing in the shallows.
There was only one place where the outline of the coast was broken. At
the eastern end the claws of a reef extended for about half a mile into
the sea, making a barrier behind which the water was comparatively
calm, though at the opening, of about two hundred yards, there ran a
turbulent sea.
"That must be the inlet shown on the pirate's map," whispered Tyke, who
was standing at the rail of the _Bertha Hamilton_ close beside the
captain.
"That's probably what it is," replied Captain Hamilton, his voice
showing the agitation under which he was laboring. "But before we put
her through the opening, I'm going to take soundings. Mr. Ditty!" he
called, "heave to and lower a boat to take soundings."
"Aye, aye, sir," responded the mate.
In a twinkling the necessary orders were given, the _Bertha Hamilton_
lost way and rounded to, and a boat manned by six sailors was dropped
from the davits on the lee side.
"Pull away smartly now, my lads," called the mate as he took the
tiller-ropes.
It required smart seamanship to get through that rushing raceway
without capsizing; but, whatever Ditty's faults, he did not lack
ability, and the work was done in a way that elicited an unwilling
grunt of admiration from Tyke.
In less than two hours the requisite soundings had been taken, and
Ditty came to report.
"Plenty of depth, sir," he reported. "No less than ten fathoms
anywhere. And a good bottom."
"All right, Mr. Ditty," replied the captain. "Put the canvas on her
now and we'll take her through."
The captain himself assumed charge of this critical operation, and
under half sail the _Bertha Hamilton_ dashed through as though
welcoming the end of her journey. She made the channel without mishap,
and let go her anchor within a quarter of a mile of the head of the
lagoon.
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