Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Heroes -- Juvenile fiction; Orphans -- Juvenile fiction; Shipwrecks -- Juvenile fiction
Under his direction the remaining boat--for Captain Hill and his
companions had only taken away one--was lowered. Steering clear of the
reef, they found themselves in a cove, bordered on three sides by
land. By the light, now rapidly increasing, they saw grass and trees,
and the sight gladdened them in spite of the grave peril that menaced
them.
They put in the boat as large a supply of stores as they dared, and
then rowed ashore. Landing the passengers, Holdfast selected Jack and
Harry, and went back to the ship for a further supply.
“We must lay in as much as we can, for we don’t know how long we are
to remain here,” he said.
When the second trip had been made, it was decided to rest for a time
and eat breakfast.
The little group gathered on a bluff looking out to sea, and, sitting
down, ate heartily. By this time the sun had made its appearance, and
it bade fair to be a pleasant day.
“Have you any idea where we are, Mr. Holdfast?” asked Mr. Stubbs.
“I only know that we are on an island. There is no mainland near
here,” answered the commander.
“It seems to be a large one, then. While you were gone with the boys,
I ascended a tree, and, looking inland, could not see the ocean in
that direction.”
“I feel like exploring the island,” said Harry; “who will go with me?”
Curious to see what kind of a new home they had, all set out. First,
however, the professor asked:
“How long before the ship is likely to go to pieces, Mr. Holdfast?”
“Not under a day or two in this weather,” was the answer. “Later in
the day I will board her again.”
They struck inland and walked for about two miles. There were trees
and plants such as they had never seen before, and the songs of
unknown birds floated out upon the air. It was certainly a delightful
change from the contracted life they had been leading upon shipboard.
“Do you think the island is inhabited?” asked Harry.
“I know no more about it than you do, my lad,” answered Holdfast.
“Suppose we should meet with a pack of savages armed with spears!”
suggested Harry, with a side look at Clinton, who was walking by him.
“Oh, good gracious! Mr. Holdfast, do you think we will?” asked that
young gentleman, nervously.
“We must do the best we can. I take it we are all brave, and would be
willing to fight.”
After a considerable walk, they reached a grove of trees, bearing a
different leaf from any to which they were accustomed. They did not
appear to produce fruit of any kind, but were comely and afforded a
grateful shade. This was the more appreciated, because the sun had
begun to make its heat felt, and a feeling of languor diffused itself
over all.
“I move we squat here a while,” said Mr. Stubbs.
“Very well,” said the mate. “We have all day before us, and I am
afraid a great many more to come, in which we may explore the island.”
All threw themselves on the grass without ceremony.
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