bullfinches looking about them with an air of having been accustomed
to the water all their lives. As if impelled by a sudden desire to fly
away and join their mates in distant woodlands, they took wing and
fluttered around the hammock in which Dan lay; now coming
tantalizingly near, and now sailing away with an independent air, as
much as to say, "We're off!" But when Dan held out his forefinger, they
came and perched upon it contentedly. The Old Sailor gazed on the
little comedy in admiration. His admiration was increased a hundred
fold when Dan, taking his hand, transferred the birds on to his
forefinger. He looked at the birds timorously; the birds looked at him
confidently. He was afraid to move lest some mischief should happen to
the delicate creatures.
"Put them in the cage, sir," said Dan. The Old Sailor did so. "Now,"
continued Dan, "I will send you food for them regularly; and it will
not be too much trouble for you to fill this well with fresh water
every morning, will it, sir?"
"No," said the Old Sailor. "But how will the birds get at the water,
my lad? It is out of their reach."
"Ah! you think so, sir. But have you ever been in want of water?"
"Of fresh water, I have, my lad; not of salt. Was for three days on a
raft, with not a drop of fresh water among thirty-seven of us. Two
drank salt water, and went raving mad; one threw himself into the
sea."
"And the others, sir?" inquired Dan, immensely interested.
"The others, my lad, waited and suffered, and prayed for rain. And it
came, my lad, and we were saved, by the mercy of God. It was awful
suffering; our very eyeballs were blazing with thirst. It would have
been a relief to us if we could have cried."
"But the heavens cried for you, sir," said Dan tenderly.
"Ay, ay, my lad," said the Old Sailor; "that's well said. The heavens
cried for us; and we lay on our backs with our mouths open to catch
the blessed drops. The salt water that was death to us dashed up from
below; and the fresh water that was life to us came down from above.
In five minutes we were soaked with the rain; and we sucked at our
clothes. We caught enough rain-water to last us until we were picked
up by a merchantman, homeward bound from the Indies."
"That was good," said Dan, feeling as if he had known the Old Sailor
all his life. "Now, supposing you were wrecked, sir, on a high rock.
Here is the rock," pointing to the perch on which the bullfinches were
standing.
"Here is the rock," repeated the Old Sailor, chiming in readily with
Dan's fancy.
"And here you are, sir, with another sailor," identifying Praiseworthy
Meddler and the other sailor with the two bullfinches.
"And here am I, with another sailor," said the Old Sailor attentively,
nodding familiarly at his new shipmate in the cage, who, making much
too light of the calamity which had befallen them, winked saucily in
return.
"And you are very thirsty."
"And I am very thirsty," said the Old Sailor, smacking his parched
lips.
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