Adventure stories; Castaways -- Fiction; Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Science fiction
During the two days preceding the baking they occupied themselves by
laying in a supply of firewood. Branches were cut from the edge of the
clearing, and all the dead wood under the trees was picked up. And now
and then they hunted in the neighborhood, the more successfully, as
Pencroff had some dozens of arrows with very sharp points. It was Top
who had provided these points by bringing in a porcupine, poor game
enough, but of an undeniable value, thanks to the quills with which it
bristled. These quills were firmly fastened to the ends of the arrows,
and their flight was guided by feathering them with the cockatoo’s
feathers. The reporter and Herbert soon became expert marksmen, and all
kinds of game, such as cabiais, pigeons, agoutis, heath-cock, etc.,
abounded at the Chimneys. Most of these were killed in that part of the
forest upon the left bank of the Mercy, which they had called Jacamar
Wood, after the kingfisher which Pencroff and Herbert had pursued there
during their first exploration.
The meat was eaten fresh, but they preserved the hams of the cabiai by
smoking them before a fire of green wood, having made them aromatic
with odorous leaves. Thus, they had nothing but roast after roast, and
they would have been glad to have heard a pot singing upon the hearth;
but first they must have the pot, and for this they must have the oven.
During these excursions, the hunters noticed the recent tracks of large
animals, armed with strong claws, but they could not tell their
species; and Smith cautioned them to be prudent, as, doubtless, there
were dangerous beasts in the forest.
He was right. For one day Spilett and Herbert saw an animal resembling
a jaguar. But, fortunately, the beast did not attack them, as they
could hardly have killed it without being themselves wounded. But,
Spilett promised, if he should ever obtain a proper weapon, such as one
of the guns Pencroff begged for, that he would wage relentless war on
all ferocious beasts and rid the island of their presence.
They did not do anything to the Chimneys, as the engineer hoped to
discover, or to build, if need be, a more convenient habitation, but
contented themselves by spreading fresh quantities of moss and dry
leaves upon the sand in the corridors, and upon these primitive beds
the tired workmen slept soundly. They also reckoned the days already
passed on Lincoln Island, and began keeping a calendar. On the 5th of
April, which was a Wednesday, they had been twelve days upon the
island.
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