In a few minutes we were within musket-shot of the coast. The whole horizon was hidden behind a beautiful curtain of forests. Enormous trees, the trunks of which attained a height of 200 feet, were tied to each other by garlands of bindweed, real natural hammocks, which a light breeze rocked. They were mimosas, figs, hibisci, and palm trees, mingled together in profusion; and under the shelter of their verdant vault grew orchids, leguminous plants, and ferns. But, without noticing all these beautiful specimens of Papuan flora, the Canadian abandoned the agreeable for the useful. He discovered a coco-tree, beat down some of the fruit, broke them, and we drunk the milk and ate the nut with a satisfaction that protested against the ordinary food on the _Nautilus_. “Excellent!” said Ned Land. “Exquisite!” replied Conseil. “And I do not think,” said the Canadian, “that he would object to our introducing a cargo of coco-nuts on board.” “I do not think he would, but he would not taste them.” “So much the worse for him,” said Conseil. “And so much the better for us,” replied Ned Land. “There will be more for us.” “One word only, Master Land,” I said to the harpooner, who was beginning to ravage another coco-nut tree. “Coco-nuts are good things, but before filling the canoe with them it would be wise to reconnoitre and see if the island does not produce some substance not less useful. Fresh vegetables would be welcome on board the _Nautilus_.” “Master is right,” replied Conseil; “and I propose to reserve three places in our vessel, one for fruits, the other for vegetables, and the third for the venison, of which I have not yet seen the smallest specimen.” “Conseil, we must not despair,” said the Canadian. “Let us continue,” I returned, “and lie in wait. Although the island seems uninhabited, it might still contain some individuals that would be less hard than we on the nature of game.” “Ho! ho!” said Ned Land, moving his jaws significantly. “Well, Ned!” said Conseil. “My word!” returned the Canadian, “I begin to understand the charms of anthropophagy.” “Ned! Ned! what are you saying? You, a man-eater? I should not feel safe with you, especially as I share your cabin. I might perhaps wake one day to find myself half devoured.” “Friend Conseil, I like you much, but not enough to eat you unnecessarily.” “I would not trust you,” replied Conseil. “But enough. We must absolutely bring down some game to satisfy this cannibal, or else one of these fine mornings, master will find only pieces of his servant to serve him.” While we were talking thus, we were penetrating the sombre arches of the forest, and for two hours we surveyed it in all directions.