Adventure stories; Castaways -- Fiction; Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Science fiction
The weather was still unsettled, but the barometer made no rapid
changes, and they might expect fair days. So, in the first week of
April, after a very low barometer, its rise was followed by a strong
west wind, which lasted for five or six weeks; then the needle of the
instrument became stationary at a high figure, and everything seemed
propitious for the exploration.
The day of departure was set for the 16th, and the Good Luck, moored in
Balloon Harbor, was provisioned for a long cruise.
Smith told Ayrton of the excursion, and proposed to him to take part in
it; but as Ayrton preferred to remain on shore, it was decided that he
should come to Granite House while his companions were absent. Jup was
left to keep him company, and made no objection.
On the morning of the 16th all the colonists, including Top, went on
board the Good Luck. The breeze blew fresh from the south-west, so that
from Balloon Harbor they had to beat up against the wind in order to
make Reptile End. The distance between these two points, following the
coast, was twenty miles. As the wind was dead ahead, and they had had
on starting but two hours of the ebb, it took all day to reach the
promontory, and it was night before the point was doubled.
Pencroff proposed to the engineer that they should keep on slowly,
sailing under a double-reef, but Smith preferred mooring some cable
lengths from shore, in order to survey this part of the coast by
daylight.
And it was agreed that henceforth, as a minute exploration of the
island was to be made, they would not sail at night, but cast anchor
every evening at the most available point.
The wind fell as night approached, and the silence was unbroken. The
little party, excepting Pencroff, slept less comfortably than in their
beds at Granite House, but still they slept; and at daylight the next
morning the sailor raised anchor, and, with a free wind, skirted the
shore.
The colonists knew this magnificently wooded border, as they had
traversed it formerly, on foot; but its appearance excited renewed
admiration. They ran as close in as possible, and moderated their speed
in order to observe it carefully. Often, they would cast anchor that
Spilett might take photographic views of the superb scenery.
About noon the Good Luck arrived at the mouth of the Fall River. Above,
upon the right bank, the trees were less numerous, and three miles
further on they grew in mere isolated groups between the western spurs
of the mountain, whose arid declivities extended to the very edge of
the ocean.
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