Adventure stories; Castaways -- Fiction; Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Science fiction
From this time the vapor poured from the cone without cessation, and,
indeed, increased in density and volume, although no flame penetrated
its thick folds. The phenomenon was confined, as yet, to the lower part
of the central chimney.
Meanwhile, with good weather, the work out of doors had been resumed.
They hastened the construction of the ship, and Smith established a
saw-mill at the waterfall, which cut the timber much more rapidly.
Towards the end of September the frame of the ship, which was to be
schooner-rigged, was so far completed that its shape could be
recognized. The schooner, sheer forward and wide aft, was well adapted
for a long voyage, in case of necessity, but the planking, lining, and
decking still demanded a long time before they could be finished.
Fortunately, the iron-work of the brig had been saved after the
explosion, and Pencroff and Ayrton had obtained a great quantity of
copper nails from the broken timber, which economized the labor for the
smiths; nevertheless the carpenters had much to accomplish.
Often, however, after the day’s work was ended, the colonists sat late
into the night, conversing together of the future and what might happen
in a voyage in the schooner to the nearest land. But in discussing
these projects they always planned to return to Lincoln Island. Never
would they abandon this colony, established with so much difficulty,
but so successfully, and which would receive a new development through
communication with America.
Pencroff and Neb, indeed, hoped to end their days here.
“Herbert,” asked the sailor, “you would never abandon Lincoln Island?”
“Never, Pencroff, especially if you made up your mind to remain.”
“Then, it’s agreed, my boy. I shall expect you! You will bring your
wife and children here, and I will make a jolly playmate for the
babies!”
“Agreed,” answered Herbert, laughing and blushing at the same time.
“And you, Mr. Smith,” continued the sailor, enthusiastically, “you will
always remain governor of the island! And, by the way, how many
inhabitants can the island support? Ten thousand, at the very least!”
They chatted in this way, letting Pencroff indulge in his whims, and
one thing leading to another, the reporter finished by founding the
_New Lincoln Herald_!
Thus it is with the spirit of man. The need of doing something
permanent, something which will survive him, is the sign of his
superiority over everything here below. It is that which has
established and justifies his domination over the whole world.
After all, who knows if Jup and Top had not their dream of the future?
Ayrton, silent, said to himself that he wanted to see Lord Glenarvan,
and show him the change in himself.
One evening, the 15th of October, the conversation was prolonged longer
than usual. It was 9 o’clock, and already, long, ill-concealed yawns
showed that it was bed-time. Pencroff was about starting in that
direction, when, suddenly, the electric bell in the hall rang.
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