Old Gold: The Cruise of the "Jason" BrigFenn, George Manville
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Old Gold: The Cruise of the "Jason" Brig
Fenn, George Manville
Boats and boating -- Juvenile fiction; South America -- Juvenile fiction; Treasure troves -- Juvenile fiction
The sails were hoisted as soon as every man was in his place, and, to
the satisfaction of all, the heavily-ballasted boats began to glide down
stream before a pleasant breeze with a steadiness that was all that
could be desired.
But by the time they were well moving the first of the canoes was very
near, and their occupants started their savage yelling again and began
to paddle with all their might, till, seeing that the boats were leaving
them behind, they dropped their paddles and seized their bows, to let
fly a shower of arrows.
At this the captain gave the word, and a little volley was fired,
followed by another.
The walls of the great canon took up the reports and echoed them to and
fro till, startled by this novel thunder, the enemy paused in confusion,
many of the canoes being paddled back.
"Anyone hit?" cried Brace.
"No, sir," came loudly from both boats, and the next minute they glided
round the promontory they had passed in coming up, and the rock city
disappeared.
A few minutes later and the last of the canoes was seen.
The wind being favourable and the night following lit up by a full moon,
the retreat was kept up so as to get well beyond danger.
It was far on into the next day before a halt was made to light a fire
and prepare a meal.
The flood had passed away, and with wind and stream in their favour, and
a total absence of danger, the two boats glided down and down from river
to river till after many days the adventurers came within hearing of the
falls.
They ran the boats safely aground just above where the river made its
plunge, and then came a long and toilsome task.
But the boats were safely unladen--for the men worked with a will--run
ashore, and up and down the two slopes, to be re-launched and all the
stores and treasure replaced by dark one night.
The next morning at daybreak a start was made for the brig, which was
found a mile lower down, where it had been swept by the flood, but was
safely re-anchored.
In due time the men were cheering loudly again, for the treasure was
safe on board.
"Now," said Briscoe, "one day's rest, and then we'll start with three
boats, skipper, and stouter tackle so as to handle some of those big
images better. We ought to take three or four planks."
"Then you want to get some more?" said the captain, smiling.
"More?" said Briscoe, staring; "why, man, it would be a sin to leave
that treasure wasting there. What do you say, gentlemen?"
"Well," said Sir Humphrey, "I can't help feeling as you do, Briscoe.
What do you say, Brace?"
"I don't want any more gold," was the reply; "but I should like to get
those curiosities to England. It would be such a shame to leave them up
there."
"And so say we," said Dellow and Lynton eagerly.
"But what about the men?" said Brace; "would they go?"
"Would a dozen ducks swim, sir?" said the captain scornfully. "Ask
'em."
The men were asked, and their answer was a tremendous cheer.
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