The Adventures of Dick Trevanion: A Story of Eighteen Hundred and Four — John Shaqi
The Adventures of Dick Trevanion: A Story of Eighteen Hundred and FourStrang, Herbert
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The Adventures of Dick Trevanion: A Story of Eighteen Hundred and Four
Strang, Herbert
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Juvenile fiction; Smugglers -- Juvenile fiction
The opening was at first a narrow tunnel in the cliff, but after some
yards it began to widen gradually, and at length enlarged itself into a
spacious vault, in which there was a continuous murmur, such as is heard
on putting a shell to one’s ear. By the time the boys reached it the
tide had completely left the cave, and the boat stranded on a sandy
beach, littered with rocks of all shapes and sizes, which had apparently
fallen at various times from the roof. They lit their lantern, whose
yellow rays fell on jagged granite walls, glistening shells, and slimy
seaweed covering the rocks on the floor. Here and there were small
pools which the tide never left dry, and where the light of the lantern
revealed innumerable little marine creatures darting this way and that
with extraordinary rapidity.
The boys made the boat fast by looping the painter round a jagged
boulder. They moved warily, for the seal was a beast unknown to either
of them, though Dick, in his total ignorance of these creatures of the
deep, hardly expected to find them in the cave now that the sea had
receded. Presently, however, they heard above the hollow murmur another
sound, like the feeble bleat of a very young lamb. They peered about,
moving the lantern to and fro, and at length discovered, lying on a
rocky ledge at the inmost end of the cave, two small cream-coloured
objects, scarcely more than a foot long, whose soft eyes blinked in the
light, and from whose mouths issued plaintive cries of alarm.
"Bean’t they proper little mites!" said Sam, putting out his hand to
touch them.
"Don’t do that!" cried Dick hastily; "the old ones may be about, and if
they’re like other beasts, they’ll attack us if they think we’ll hurt
their young."
"Shan’t we take ’em, then?" asked Sam.
"Of course not; they’re too young."
"And shan’t we look for the old uns?"
"No; the young ones would die if we killed the parents. We must come
again later on, when they’re old enough to take care of themselves. But
our day shan’t be wasted. We’ll see if we can find the other entrance
to the cave."
"What other entrance?"
"Your father says ’tis thought that at one time there was a way in from
an adit above."
"I can’t believe it. The free-traders would have found it long afore
this if so ’twere."
"I don’t know. The adit wouldn’t be an easy passage for them with their
bales and kegs. But don’t let us waste time; the tide will be running
back soon."
They followed the irregular circuit of the cave, thrusting the lantern
into every recess and hollow, holding it high and low, but discovering
nothing except the same rugged and apparently impenetrable wall.
"There bean’t no opening," said Sam at length. "’Twas fiddle-faddle to
say there be."
"Perhaps it is high above us, out of reach," suggested Dick.
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