Adventure stories; Sea stories; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
The fear of such a consequence now aroused all my energies. I had not
been asleep more than an hour, as I knew by my watch; but I could not go
to sleep again, until I had fully secured myself; and for this purpose,
I set about putting my fortress in a more proper state of defence. I
removed the former stuffings from the apertures, one by one, and
replaced them more firmly. I even went through the labour of taking all
the biscuits out of the box, and drawing forth two or three fresh pieces
of cloth to help me in my "caulking." I then restored the biscuits to
their places, and closed up every aperture that existed. I had the
greatest difficulty upon that side where the box stood, for around it
there were many ill-shaped crevices; but I got over the difficulty, by
means of a large web of cloth, which, when placed upon its end, exactly
fitted the open space--through which I had squeezed my own carcass on
that occasion, when I was so unfortunate as to set my foot aboard the
ship. On this side, the piece of cloth left no more caulking to be
done, as it fitted just tight enough to prevent any living creature from
passing beside it. The only disadvantage it offered was, that it
hindered me from getting conveniently at my store of biscuits, for it
covered the opening in the box; but I thought of this before pushing it
into its place, and carried a supply of the biscuits inside--enough to
last me for a week or two. When these should be eaten, I could remove
the web; and, before any rats could come in to trouble me, provide
myself for another week.
It occupied me full two hours, in completing all these arrangements, for
I worked with great care to make my fortress walls secure. It was no
play I was performing. It was a matter that possessed the serious
interest of my life's safety.
When I had made all tight to my perfect satisfaction, I lay down to
sleep again--this time _quite certain_ that I should get something more
than a mere "cat-nap."
CHAPTER FORTY TWO.
A SOUND SLEEP AT LAST.
I was not disappointed. I slept for a period of twelve hours'
duration--not without many fearful dreams--terrible encounters with
crabs and rats. So far as the comfort of the thing was concerned, I
might almost as well have been awake, and actually engaged in such
conflicts. My sleep was far from refreshing, notwithstanding its long
continuance; but it was pleasant on awaking to find that my unwelcome
visitors had not been back again, and that no breach had been made in my
defences. I groped all around, and found that everything was just as I
had left it.
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