Jethou; or, Crusoe Life in the Channel IslesSuffling, Ernest R. (Ernest Richard)
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Jethou; or, Crusoe Life in the Channel Isles
Suffling, Ernest R. (Ernest Richard)
Channel Islands; Jethou
"Well, but," persisted I, "let us shore it up as we go down."
"Very well then," he rejoined, "but I bargain for one hour's rest before
we delve further, and here goes for a swim."
Then climbing up our improvised ladder away he went to the beach,
whither "Begum" and I quickly followed, and in five minutes we, who had
been so lately in a grave, were swimming about in the deliriously cool
water, dog and men thoroughly enjoying the exhilarating reaction.
Our bathe being over, we strolled up to the house, and made another
attack upon Adam and Eve, and this time finished them; they were
delicious. As Monday would have his full sixty minutes' cessation, just
as Shylock would have his pound of flesh, we smoked the rest of the time
away, and then resumed our labours.
We first took the precaution to shore up the sides of our pit with stout
pieces of wreckage and any other wood we could find, for fear of a
landslip, which might have resulted in serious if not fatal consequences
to us.
Before we had dug ten minutes my spade struck on something hard and
hollow, which quite startled us; but clearing the mould away from the
spot, I soon discovered the impediment to be a kind of wooden floor.
This we quickly cleared, and found it covered a space about four feet by
three. As we lifted the first piece with great expectancy, we found it
was oak, about two inches thick, and very little the worse for its long
burial, as the surrounding soil was dry.
We looked into the narrow aperture left by the taking out of the oaken
plank, but could see nothing, as the depth of our pit made it somewhat
dark at the bottom, so I knelt down, and thrust my hand through the
opening and felt about. Presently I felt something hard, like a bundle
of sticks, and with a tug drew them through the opening, only to drop
them the next minute with a cry of horror, for it was a skeleton's hand
that came to view in my grasp.
We looked at each other in dismay, as if to say,
"How awful! what shall we do now?"
Then we paused, and looked at each other again, till I broke out with,
"There, Alec, your prophecy has come true, I _have_ 'shaken hands with a
shadow,' or what is very near it--a skeleton. What shall we do next?"
"Had we not better take up the flooring and see if we have come simply
upon a grave or what else is beneath us?"
To this I acquiesced. The hole we had dug was about six feet square, to
enable both of us to work in it at once; so in this pit or chamber we
had plenty of room, and as I have already said, the oak floor we came
upon was only four feet by three feet, so that we could stand at the
side of the flooring as we removed it piece by piece.
At last we had taken up the nine narrow pieces of oak which formed the
floor, and there before us lay the entire skeleton of a man, some
remnants of the clothes still covering parts of the frame, and a few
locks of yellow hair still adhering to the cranium.
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