Nep stayed on, hoping to get it, but Dick was determined that the young
lord should be made to feel his own helplessness. "If he want food for
himself, he must come and ask for it," he said; "he chose to despise my
former presents, and I intend to teach him which is the best man of the
two."
Dick soon got his hut roofed in, so that should rain come on, he would
be under shelter. He had still to make furniture for it, and to build a
storehouse and other conveniences.
Before commencing these operations, he bethought him of the best means
of securing a supply of provisions, so that he need not be interrupted
in his work.
During two or three excursions he had made through the valley, he had
seen the number of birds and animals inhabiting it. The pigs, he
thought, he could catch in pitfalls, though it might be a task of some
difficulty without an iron spade to dig them in hard ground, but he was
not to be daunted, and he determined to form some instrument with which
to accomplish his purpose.
Then he thought, "I ought to have a canoe to go out fishing, while the
fine weather lasts." As he wandered about, he looked out for a tree to
suit his purpose. He found one of sufficient girth and length, with a
perfectly straight trunk, though whether the nature of the wood was
suitable for a canoe, he could not ascertain, except by cutting it down.
He had often felled trees at home, but without an axe he could do
nothing. He went back to the carpenter's chest, in the hopes of finding
one. Searching among the tools, at the bottom he discovered three spare
heads. He had, however, to fix a handle to one of them. The first
thing to be done was to find a piece of wood suited for the purpose.
After hunting for some time, he discovered a piece of oak, washed ashore
from the wreck. On measuring it, he ascertained that it was large
enough to form three handles. Before, however, he could use a saw to
his satisfaction, he considered that it would be necessary to form a
stool, which he did from a piece of plank, with four stout legs fixed in
the ground, close to his hut. He could now shape the handles without
difficulty. Having sawn out one, he set to work with chisel and plane,
and quickly formed a long handle which pleased him well. Fixing it
securely in the axe-head, he poised it, and found that it was all he
could desire.
Throwing off his jacket and waistcoat, rolling up his shirt sleeves, and
fastening a handkerchief round his waist, he set to work, and began
chopping away at the trunk of the tree, on the lee side, so that, the
last stroke being given on the weather side, it might fall without fear
of crushing him. He laboured away without cessation until he had cut
through nearly half the tree, when his arms began to ache. He stopped,
retiring to a little distance to contemplate his work. "Another two
hours will do it, and I should like to get it down before dark," he
exclaimed.
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