Adventure stories; Gold -- Juvenile fiction; South Africa -- Juvenile fiction; Young men -- Fiction
So speaking, he went to the wagon, found an old pair of trousers, which
he cut off at the knees, and brought them back to the group. They tried
to make the wild boy understand what was wanted of him. It was a most
absurd scene, and they all laughed till they ached again and the tears
ran down their cheeks. At first Peter thought some injury was about to
be attempted on him. He showed his teeth, and as Tom and Poeskop laid
hold of him, fought, scratched, and tried hard to bite his would-be
benefactors. They ceased for a few minutes, and then Guy took up the
breeches, held them up, patted his own knee-breeches, and tried to make
the wild creature understand what was wanted.
"The little Juggins!" said Tom angrily; "he ought to have more sense."
Peter at once caught the angry look in Tom’s eyes, and grinned and
chattered at him angrily in response. They all shrieked again with
laughter; and then Tom, as if to apologize, sat down by the little wild
creature, patted him on the back, stroked him, and gave him a piece of
bread and marmalade. Peter appreciated this peace offering, and calmed
down rapidly.
"Poor little beggar," said Tom apologetically; "we must go quietly with
him. After all, we can’t make a Christian of him in a morning."
Meanwhile Poeskop bethought himself of a plan. Undoing his belt, he took
off his old trousers full in front of Peter, held them out in an
explanatory way, sat down and put them on again. Then coming to the
lad’s side, he took the cut-down breeches and gently insinuated, first
one, then the other, of his feet into them. Peter seemed now dimly to
comprehend what was required of him. They hoisted him gently to his
feet, pulled the garments up, buttoned them, pulled the buckle tight at
the back, and the trick was done. Tom, in his delight, patted the boy
on the back and drew his attention to the nether garments of all the
party, finally stroking Peter’s new breeches admiringly. The little
creature seemed suddenly to comprehend the whole business. His face
expanded into a broad smile--by far the most human-like expression that
had yet appeared there--and he looked down at his new garments with real
contentment. Thus was his first step towards civilization successfully
accomplished.
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