Adventure stories; Castaways -- Fiction; Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Science fiction
It was the 6th of May, corresponding to the 6th of November in the
Northern Hemisphere. For some days the sky had been cloudy, and it was
important to make provision against winter. However, the temperature
had not lessened much, and a centigrade thermometer transported to
Lincoln Island would have averaged 10° or 12° above zero. This would
not be surprising, since Lincoln Island, from its probable situation in
the Southern Hemisphere, was subject to the same climatic influences as
Greece or Sicily in the Northern. But just as the intense cold in
Greece and Sicily sometimes produces snow and ice, so, in the height of
winter, this island would probably experience sudden changes in the
temperature against which it would be well to provide.
At any rate, if the cold was not threatening, the rainy season was at
hand, and upon this desolate island, in the wide Pacific, exposed to
all the inclemency of the elements, the storms would be frequent, and,
probably, terrible.
The question of a more comfortable habitation than the Chimneys ought,
therefore, to be seriously considered, and promptly acted upon.
Pencroff having discovered the Chimneys, naturally had a predilection
for them; but he understood very well that another place must be found.
This refuge had already been visited by the sea, and it would not do to
expose themselves to a like accident.
“Moreover,” added Smith, who was discussing these things with his
companions, “there are some precautions to take.”
“Why? The island is not inhabited,” said the reporter.
“Probably not,” answered the engineer, “although we have not yet
explored the whole of it; but if there are no human beings, I believe
dangerous beasts are numerous. So it will be better to provide a
shelter against a possible attack, than for one of us to be tending the
fire every night. And then, my friends, we must foresee everything. We
are here in a part of the Pacific often frequented by Malay pirates—”
“What, at this distance from land?” exclaimed Herbert.
“Yes, my boy, these pirates are hardy sailors as well as formidable
villains, and we must provide for them accordingly.”
“Well,” said Pencroff, “we will fortify ourselves against two and
four-footed savages. But, sir, wouldn’t it be as well to explore the
island thoroughly before doing anything else?”
“It would be better,” added Spilett; “who knows but we may find on the
opposite coast one or more of those caves which we have looked for here
in vain.”
“Very true,” answered the engineer, “but you forget, my friends, that
we must be somewhere near running water, and that from Mount Franklin
we were unable to see either brook or river in that direction. Here, on
the contrary, we are between the Mercy and Lake Grant, which is an
advantage not to be neglected. And, moreover, as this coast faces the
east, it is not as exposed to the trade winds, which blow from the
northwest in this hemisphere.”
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