The mystery of Easter island: the story of an expeditionRoutledge, Katherine
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The mystery of Easter island: the story of an expedition
Routledge, Katherine
Easter Island; Oceania -- Description and travel; Voyages and travels
The plant life, which had always been most beautiful, became even more
glorious with the rather milder climate, which we had now reached. When
the trees were stunted it was from lack of soil, not from atmospheric
conditions. Tree-ferns abounded, and flowering plants wandered up
moss-grown stems; among the most beautiful of these blooms were one with
a red bell and another one which almost resembled a snowdrop.[7] The
impression of the luxuriant _mêlé_ was rather that of a tropical forest
than of an almost Antarctic world, while the intrusion of rocks and
falling water added peculiar charm. Butterflies were seen occasionally,
and sometimes humming-birds.
Since our detention at Churruca we had been favoured with unvarying good
fortune, and the crew were beginning to say that thirteen, which we had
counted on board since Mr. Corry joined us, was proving our lucky
number. Now, however, our fate changed; twice did we set forth from this
harbour only to be obliged to return and start afresh, till we began to
feel that getting under way from Connor Cove was rapidly becoming a
habit. On the first occasion the weather became so thick that in the
opinion of our Navigator it was not safe to proceed: the second time the
wind was against us. We tried both engine and sails, but though we could
make a certain amount of headway under either it was obviously
impossible, at the rate of progression, to reach the next haven before
nightfall; when, therefore, we were already half-way to our goal we once
more found it necessary to turn round. It was peculiarly tantalising to
reflect that there were, in all probability, numerous little creeks on
the way in which we could have sheltered for the night, but as none of
them had been surveyed there was no alternative but to go back to our
previous anchorage. Residence there had the redeeming point that it
proved an excellent fishing-ground. On each of the three nights the
trammel was shot at a short distance from the spot where the stream
entered the bay, and we obtained in all some 200 mullet. They formed an
acceptable change of diet, and those not immediately needed were salted.
From that time till we left the channels we were never without fresh
fish, catching, in addition to mullet, bream, gurnet, and a kind of
whiting; they formed part of the menu at every meal, till the more
ribald persons suggested that they themselves would shortly begin to
swim.
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