Erewhon Revisited Twenty Years Later, Both by the Original Discoverer of the Country and by His SonButler, Samuel
Philosophy
Erewhon Revisited Twenty Years Later, Both by the Original Discoverer of the Country and by His Son
Butler, Samuel
Satire; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
Having attended to his horse, he got his supper, and while smoking his
pipe congratulated himself on the way in which something had smoothed
away all the obstacles that had so nearly baffled him on his earlier
journey. Was he being lured on to his destruction by some malicious
fiend, or befriended by one who had compassion on him and wished him
well? His naturally sanguine temperament inclined him to adopt the
friendly spirit theory, in the peace of which he again laid himself
down to rest, and slept soundly from dark till dawn.
In the morning, though the water was somewhat icy, he again bathed,
and then put on his Erewhonian boots and dress. He stowed his European
clothes, with some difficulty, into his saddle-bags. Herein also he
left his case full of English sovereigns, his spare pipes, his purse,
which contained two pounds in gold and seven or eight shillings,
part of his stock of tobacco, and whatever provision was left him,
except the meat--which he left for sundry hawks and parrots that were
eyeing his proceedings apparently without fear of man. His nuggets he
concealed in the secret pockets of which I have already spoken, keeping
one bag alone accessible.
He had had his hair and beard cut short on shipboard the day before he
landed. These he now dyed with a dye that he had brought from England,
and which in a few minutes turned them very nearly black. He also
stained his face and hands deep brown. He hung his saddle and bridle,
his English boots, and his saddle-bags on the highest bough that he
could reach, and made them fairly fast with strips of flax leaf, for
there was some stunted flax growing on the ground where he had camped.
He feared that, do what he might, they would not escape the inquisitive
thievishness of the parrots, whose strong beaks could easily cut
leather; but he could do nothing more. It occurs to me, though my
father never told me so, that it was perhaps with a view to these birds
that he had chosen to put his English sovereigns into a metal box, with
a clasp to it which would defy them.
He made a roll of his blanket, and slung it over his shoulder; he also
took his pipe, tobacco, a little tea, a few ship’s biscuits, and his
billy and pannikin; matches and salt go without saying. When he had
thus ordered everything as nearly to his satisfaction as he could,
he looked at his watch for the last time, as he believed, till many
weeks should have gone by, and found it to be about seven o’clock.
Remembering what trouble it had got him into years before, he took down
his saddle-bags, reopened them, and put the watch inside. He then set
himself to climb the mountain side, towards the saddle on which he had
seen the statues.
CHAPTER III: MY FATHER WHILE CAMPING IS ACCOSTED BY PROFESSORS HANKY
AND PANKY
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