Children's literature -- Periodicals; Children's periodicals, American
"How you came up here I do not know; but of this I am certain, that you
were not as long getting up as I was, for you arrived fresh and active,
whilst I was almost dead. Now, that makes me think that although I
cannot find the way back, you may. Therefore, you shall be guide. But
it is too late to start to-day. Besides, I wish to behold another
sunset from this glorious height."
The night was very pleasant; and as I lay upon a flat rock, looking out
upon the stars from my high and silent perch, the round earth looming
like a shadow far below me, I thought it would be delightful to make a
long stay on this interesting pinnacle, especially at this time, as the
weather was very fine; but the getting of food presented itself as an
obstacle. As Grilly was now with us, it would be too great a tax on
Pippity to supply us both. Besides, we could not do without water. I
resolved, therefore, to set out early in the morning, and that I would
re-enter that dungeon, as there was clearly no other way of getting
down.
Before the sun was up, we already were descending; and when we arrived
at the dangerous slide, where the day before I had nearly slipped off
the mountain, we halted. Pippity was dispatched for food, whilst Grilly
and I sat down and contemplated the sunrise splendor. Four times
Pippity descended to the plain, and brought thence something to eat.
Noon was fast approaching, and it behooved us, if we would accomplish
anything that day, to press forward without delay. As before, Pippity
showed considerable anxiety, calmly remarking, however, as I translated
his jargon, that he would, as on the previous day, hold fast to my
shoulder with his bill. He made Grilly get down below at the same time
and hold on to my feet; and when I began to crawl and wriggle along the
best way I could, I was assisted very materially by the parrot above
and the monkey below.
Notwithstanding the perilous situation, I could not but be amused at
the ludicrous singularity of the performance.
Above stood the sure-footed bird, all gravity, pulling away at my
shoulder; below was the monkey, holding me fast by the heels, jumping
and capering as the treacherous stones rolled from under him. Of
course, in less than a minute the whole thing was over, and I was
safely landed on a good broad walk.
We arrived at the opening of the dungeon. Descend into it? Again be
lost--perhaps perish? I hesitated. I shrank from entering; and yet,
down into it I must go!
"Pippity," said I, to my trusty parrot, "we will linger here another
day. You must bring us all the food you can between this and night; and
to-morrow morning, with the first peep of dawn, be ready to go down
again, and make as many trips before noon as you can, so that we shall
be able to undertake that dark and uncertain journey with at least a
small quantity of provisions."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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