The Swan and Her Crew: or The Adventures of Three Young Naturalists and Sportsmen on the Broads and Rivers of NorfolkDavies, G. Christopher (George Christopher)
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The Swan and Her Crew: or The Adventures of Three Young Naturalists and Sportsmen on the Broads and Rivers of Norfolk
Davies, G. Christopher (George Christopher)
Animals -- Juvenile fiction; Birds -- Juvenile fiction; Butterflies -- Juvenile fiction; Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Fishing -- Juvenile fiction; Flowers -- Juvenile fiction; Natural history -- Juvenile fiction; Outdoor life -- Juvenile ficti
They put about again across to the reed bed, and after one more tack
they came within hail of the boat-house, where they could see Mary and
Florrie waiting for them, and waving their handkerchiefs. Frank took his
"line" steadily, and ran her up in the wind's eye within ten yards of
the boat-house; and Dick took the punt ashore for the two girls, who
were loud in their expressions of delight and amazement. With this
addition to their party they cruised about the broad for some hours,
learning how to handle their craft, and gaining confidence in her.
Towards noon it came on to blow very hard, and they landed Mary and
Florrie, and set to work to enjoy themselves the more thoroughly as the
breeze grew stronger. The boat behaved admirably. She was as steady as a
rock, heeling over but very slightly even when the breeze blew strong on
her beam. She came about well, and if she hung fire or was in danger of
missing stays they had only to haul on the mizen-sheet, and her head
went round "in a jiffy." She drew little more than a foot of water, so
could, when her keels were drawn up, pass over the shallowest part of
the broad in safety.
"I say, this is fine," said Jimmy, rubbing his hands. Frank said
nothing, but his kindling eye and satisfied look showed how thoroughly
he enjoyed it all.
While making a long tack across the broad, they ran across a straggling
bed of rushes at a shallow portion. They offered but little resistance
to their passage, but as they charged through them, Frank cried out--
"I say, we passed over a great crested grebe's nest. I saw the eggs roll
out into the water;" and he ran the boat into the wind and let her drift
back stern foremost to the spot where the nest had been.
"It was only a lump of rotting weed, all broken and dirty," said Dick.
"That's what all grebe's nests look like," answered Frank; "they cover
them with reeds when they leave them, so that no one can see the eggs,
and few would think there were any there. Here's the place, drive the
boat-hook in and hold the boat steady while I get up the eggs. There
were five, but two are broken. What a pity! We don't want any for our
collection, and the birds look so pretty on the broad, that it is a
shame to disturb them, but we must take them now I suppose. Let's go
back and see how the coot's nest is getting on."
They sailed back some way, and then to their great surprise, they saw
the coot's nest floating across the broad, and the old bird swimming
round it, and evidently very much puzzled to know what to do.
"Let us tack near her and watch," said Jimmy. So they sailed round at a
distance and watched the poor bird, which followed its boat-like nest as
it drifted before the wind. At length the boys were pleased to see the
bird make an effort to get on the nest, and so strongly built was it
that it bore her weight well. There she sat, and sailed before the wind
at a fair pace.
"Did you ever see the like of that before?"
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