Adventure stories; Castaways -- Fiction; Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Science fiction
The reporter, having learned everything so as to be able to speak of
everything, would contribute largely from his knowledge and skill
towards the settlement of the island. He would not shirk work; and, a
thorough sportsman, he would follow as a business what he had formerly
indulged in as a pastime. Herbert, a manly lad, already well versed in
natural science, would contribute his share to the common cause. Neb
was devotion personified. Adroit, intelligent, indefatigable, robust,
of iron constitution, knowing something of the work in a smithy, his
assistance would be considerable. As to Pencroff, he had sailed every
sea, had been a carpenter in the Brooklyn yards, an assistant tailor on
board ship, and, during hie leaves of absence, a gardener, farmer,
etc.; in short, like every sailor, he was a Jack-of-all-trades.
Indeed, it would have been hard to bring together five men, more able
to struggle against fate, and more certain to triumph in the end.
“At the beginning,” Smith had said. And this beginning was the
construction of an apparatus which would serve to transform the natural
substances. Every one knows what an important part heat plays in these
transformations. Therefore, as wood and coal were already provided it
was only necessary to make an oven to utilize them.
“What good is an oven,” asked Pencroff.
“To make the pottery that we want,” replied Smith.
“And how will we make an oven?”
“With bricks.”
“And how will we make the bricks?”
“With the clay. Come, friends. We will set up our factory at the place
of production, so as to avoid carriage. Neb will bring the provisions,
and we shall not lack fire to cook food.”
“No,” replied the reporter, “but suppose we lack food, since we have no
hunting implements?”
“If we only had a knife!” cried the sailor,
“What, then?” asked Smith.
“Why, I would make a bow and arrows. And game would be plenty in the
larder.”
“A knife. Something that will cut,” said the engineer, as if talking to
himself.
Suddenly his face brightened:
“Come here, Top,” he called.
The dog bounded to his master, and Smith having taken off the collar
which the animal had around his neck, broke it into halves, saying:—
“Here are two knives, Pencroff.”
For all response, the sailor gave a couple of cheers. Top’s collar was
made from a thin piece of tempered steel. All that was therefore
necessary was to rub it to an edge upon a sand-stone, and then to
sharpen it upon one of finer grain. These kind of stones were readily
procurable upon the beach, and in a couple of hours the implements of
the colony consisted of two strong blades, which it was easy to fasten
into solid handles. The overcoming of this first difficulty was greeted
as a triumph and it was indeed a fortunate event.
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