Fair play : $b a novelSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Fair play : $b a novel
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century
She came to that grove of tall dark trees behind which she had seen the
sun rise in the morning. She found them to be a grove of cocoa palms,
and as she entered under their umbrella-like shades she was startled by
a chattering over her head; and at the same time a missile was launched
at her, that missed its mark and rolled at her feet.
She stooped and picked it up. It was a cocoanut. Raising her eyes at the
same time, she saw a monkey perched in the tree above her, grinning and
chattering with mischievous delight, and preparing to launch another nut
at her. So she hurried from under that tree and out of the way as fast
as she could. She carried off the monkey’s gift with her, thinking that
if she could not find fresh water, she would try to break the nut and
drink the sweet milk.
She passed through the grove of cocoa palms and came out upon a gently
declining plain that descended to the seaside; so she knew that she must
have crossed the narrow point of land and come out at the part opposite
to that upon which she had been first thrown.
The upper part of this plain was covered with a thick growth of what
seemed to be a coarse reed or bamboo, or what might be a species of
sugar cane. Britomarte had never seen the sugar cane growing, and so she
could not judge of it. She broke off one of the straight stems and
placed it to her lips and found it to contain a sweet juice, which she
sucked with avidity to moisten her dried lips. But this only seemed to
increase her thirst; and as yet she had found no fresh water, nor could
she hope to find any so near the seashore; but with a fragment of rock
she contrived to break the cocoanut and drink the milk. Still that did
not quench her thirst; so she once more turned her steps from the sea
and walked inland, though by another route than that by which she had
come.
She entered another thicket of unfamiliar trees, which were not,
however, cocoa palms, but some unknown growth of that country. It was a
picturesque thicket, with rocks and grottoes, clothed with luxuriant
vegetation that grew in the crevices or wherever there was a root hold
of soil.
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