Adventure stories; Sea stories; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
In a short while the "scranching" sound announced that the hoops and
nails were giving way; and after another kick or two the board flew out,
and slipped down between the boxes quite out of my reach.
I was not slow in thrusting my hands through the aperture thus made, and
endeavouring to ascertain what sort of an article was to come next; but
though I could feel a broad surface of rough plank, I was unable to make
out what sort of a package it was.
I knocked out another piece from the end of the cloth-case, and then a
third--which was all there was of it--so that I had now the whole end
open before me.
This gave me a fine opportunity to explore beyond, and I continued my
examination. To my surprise, I found that the broad surface of rough
deal extended in every direction beyond my reach. It rose vertically,
like a wall, not only covering the whole end of the cloth-case, but
stretching beyond it, upward and on both sides--how far I could not
tell, but so far that, after thrusting my arms up to the elbows, I could
feel neither edge nor corner.
This, then, was certainly a case of different shape and size from any I
had yet encountered; but what kind of goods it contained, I had not the
slightest idea. Cloth it was not likely to be, else it would have
resembled the other cases; nor yet linen--and there was some
gratification in knowing it could not be this.
In order to ascertain what it really was, I inserted my blade through
the slits of the rough deal. I felt something like paper; but I could
perceive that this was only an outside covering, for immediately under
it a hard substance resisted the point of my blade, almost as hard and
smooth as marble. By pressing the knife forcibly, however, I could feel
that it was not stone, but wood, some kind that was very hard, and that
appeared to be polished finely on the surface. When I struck suddenly
against it, it gave out an odd echo--a sort of ringing sound, or
"twang," but for all this, I could not imagine what it was.
There was no help for it but to cut into the case, and then perhaps I
should become better acquainted with the contents.
I followed a plan I had tried already. I selected one of the boards, of
which the great case was made, and with my knife cut it across the
middle. It was nearly twelve inches in width, and the work occupied me
for many long hours. My knife had become as "dull as a beetle," and
this added to the difficulty of the task.
The section was completed, at length; and, laying aside the knife, I
contrived to draw one end of the cut plank outwards. The space between
the two cases gave me room to move the board upward and downward, till
at length the nails at the end were twisted out, and the board fell down
along with the others.
The second half was displaced in a similar manner; and I had now made an
opening in the great case, large enough to enable me to examine its
contents.
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