Lost Lenore: The Adventures of a Rolling StoneReid, Mayne
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Lost Lenore: The Adventures of a Rolling Stone
Reid, Mayne
Adventure stories; Dime novels; Fiction
The punishment may appear out of proportion to the offence; but when it
is considered that our very existence might depend on the preservation
of these precious trees, it will be seen at once, that the crime was of
no light character.
A majority of those who voted for this resolution were in earnest; and I
am positive that, any one acting in opposition to it, would have
suffered the punishment of death.
Some of the old convicts were much opposed to the arrangements thus
made; but they were compelled to submit, and act in accordance with
them.
These men were masters of the island when we first landed; and seemed to
think, they had the right to help themselves to whatever they wished,
without regard to the general good.
Two of these "Sydney birds," who chanced to be a shade worse than their
fellows--were specially informed, that if they should be caught
violating the rules we had established, no mercy would be shown them.
A man of some influence amongst the more respectable of the passengers,
had detected one of these worthies in possession of some articles that
had been taken out of his chest on board the brig. He not only
compelled a quick surrender of the misappropriated chattel, but promised
for the future to watch for an opportunity of sending the thief where he
would be in no danger of repeating the theft. Several others threw out
hints to the two men to behave themselves--telling them that their only
chance of life would be to act honestly, otherwise they would certainly
meet with immediate chastisement. Such hints were effectual; and for a
time the peace of the community remained undisturbed.
Three weeks passed--during which the work of ship-building progressed,
as well as could be expected. The wreck had been taken to pieces, and
floated ashore; and from the materials a tolerable commencement had been
made in the construction of a new craft.
At this time serious fears began to be entertained, that many of us must
die for the want of water. The cocoa-nuts were each day becoming
scarcer; the trees did not grow them as fast as they were consumed; and
a close watch was kept on the actions of every one in the community--in
order that no one should have more than his share.
This duty was very harassing: as it had to be performed by the honest
and respectable men, who were far from being the majority among us.
To our great relief, we were one night favoured by a fall of rain.
It rained but very little--a mere shower--and we had a good deal of
trouble in collecting it. All the shirts on the island, clean or dirty,
as they chanced to be, were spread out upon the grass; and, when
saturated with the rain, were wrung into vessels.
Every exertion was made to save as much water as possible; and not
without some success: for a sufficient quantity was collected to place
us beyond the fear of want for several days longer.
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