The Mysterious Island - The Original Classic Edition. Verne Jules

the rocks, a hundred paces from us." "Men in this place?" cried the reporter.

       "We must avoid showing ourselves before knowing with whom we have to deal," replied Cyrus Harding. "I trust that there are no na-

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       tives on this island; I dread them more than anything else. Where is Top?" "Top is on before."

       "And he doesn't bark?" "No."

       "That is strange. However, we must try to call him back."

       In a few moments, the engineer, Gideon Spilett, and Herbert had rejoined their two companions, and like them, they kept out of sight behind the heaps of basalt.

       From thence they clearly saw smoke of a yellowish color rising in the air.

       Top was recalled by a slight whistle from his master, and the latter, signing to his companions to wait for him, glided away among the rocks. The colonists, motionless, anxiously awaited the result of this exploration, when a shout from the engineer made them hasten forward. They soon joined him, and were at once struck with a disagreeable odor which impregnated the atmosphere.

       The odor, easily recognized, was enough for the engineer to guess what the smoke was which at first, not without cause, had startled

       him.

       "This fire," said he, "or rather, this smoke is produced by nature alone. There is a sulphur spring there, which will cure all our sore

       throats."

       "Captain!" cried Pencroft. "What a pity that I haven't got a cold!"

       The settlers then directed their steps towards the place from which the smoke escaped. They there saw a sulphur spring which flowed abundantly between the rocks, and its waters discharged a strong sulphuric acid odor, after having absorbed the oxygen of the air.

       Cyrus Harding, dipping in his hand, felt the water oily to the touch. He tasted it and found it rather sweet. As to its temperature, that

       he estimated at ninety-five degrees Fahrenheit. Herbert having asked on what he based this calculation,--

       "Its quite simple, my boy," said he, "for, in plunging my hand into the water, I felt no sensation either of heat or cold. Therefore it

       has the same temperature as the human body, which is about ninety-five degrees."

       The sulphur spring not being of any actual use to the settlers, they proceeded towards the thick border of the forest, which began some hundred paces off.

       There, as they had conjectured, the waters of the stream flowed clear and limpid between high banks of red earth, the color of

       which betrayed the presence of oxide of iron. From this color, the name of Red Creek was immediately given to the watercourse.

       It was only a large stream, deep and clear, formed of the mountain water, which, half river, half torrent, here rippling peacefully over the sand, there falling against the rocks or dashing down in a cascade, ran towards the lake, over a distance of a mile and a half, its breadth varying from thirty to forty feet. Its waters were sweet, and it was supposed that those of the lake were so also. A fortunate circumstance, in the event of their finding on its borders a more suitable dwelling than the Chimneys.

       As to the trees, which some hundred feet downwards shaded the banks of the creek, they belonged, for the most part, to the species which abound in the temperate zone of America and Tasmania, and no longer to those coniferae observed in that portion of the island already explored to some miles from Prospect Heights. At this time of the year, the commencement of the month of April, which represents the month of October, in this hemisphere, that is, the beginning of autumn, they were still in full leaf. They consisted principally of casuarinas and eucalypti, some of which next year would yield a sweet manna, similar to the manna of the East. Clumps of Australian cedars rose on the sloping banks, which were also covered with the high grass called "tussac" in New Holland; but the cocoanut, so abundant in the archipelagoes of the Pacific, seemed to be wanting in the island, the latitude, doubtless, being too low.

       "What a pity!" said Herbert, "such a useful tree, and which has such beautiful nuts!"

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       As to the birds, they swarmed among the scanty branches of the eucalypti and casuarinas, which did not hinder the display of their wings. Black, white, or gray cockatoos, paroquets, with plumage of all colors, kingfishers of a sparkling green and crowned with red, blue lories, and various other birds appeared on all sides, as through a prism, fluttering about and producing a deafening clamor. Suddenly, a strange concert of discordant voices resounded in the midst of a thicket. The settlers heard successively the song of birds, the cry of quadrupeds, and a sort of clacking which they might have believed to have escaped from the lips of a native. Neb and Herbert rushed towards the bush, forgetting even the most elementary principles of prudence. Happily, they found there, neither a formidable wild beast nor a dangerous native, but merely half a dozen mocking and singing birds, known as mountain pheasants. A few skillful blows from a stick soon put an end to their concert, and procured excellent food for the evening's dinner.

       Herbert also discovered some magnificent pigeons with bronzed wings, some superbly crested, others draped in green, like their congeners at Port-Macquarie; but it was impossible to reach them, or the crows and magpies which flew away in flocks.

       A charge of small shot would have made great slaughter among these birds, but the hunters were still limited to sticks and stones,

       and these primitive weapons proved very insufficient.

       Their insufficiency was still more clearly shown when a troop of quadrupeds, jumping, bounding, making leaps of thirty feet, regular flying mammiferae, fled over the thickets, so quickly and at such a height, that one would have thought that they passed from one

       tree to another like squirrels. "Kangaroos!" cried Herbert.

       "Are they good to eat?" asked Pencroft.

       "Stewed," replied the reporter, "their flesh is equal to the best venison!--"

       Gideon Spilett had not finished this exciting sentence when the sailor, followed by Neb and Herbert, darted on the kangaroos tracks. Cyrus Harding called them back in vain. But it was in vain too for the hunters to pursue such agile game, which went bounding away like balls. After a chase of five minutes, they lost their breath, and at the same time all sight of the creatures, which disappeared in

       the wood. Top was not more successful than his masters.

       "Captain," said Pencroft, when the engineer and the reporter had rejoined them, "Captain, you see quite well we can't get on unless we make a few guns. Will that be possible?"

       "Perhaps," replied the engineer, "but we will begin by first manufacturing some bows and arrows, and I don't doubt that you will

       become as clever in the use of them as the Australian hunters."

       "Bows and arrows!" said Pencroft scornfully. "That's all very well for children!"

       "Don't be proud, friend Pencroft," replied the reporter. "Bows and arrows were sufficient for centuries to stain the earth with blood.

       Powder is but a thing of yesterday, and war is as old as the human race--unhappily."

       "Faith, that's true, Mr. Spilett," replied the sailor, "and I always speak too quickly. You must excuse me!" Meanwhile, Herbert constant to his favorite science, Natural History, reverted to the kangaroos, saying,--

       "Besides, we had to deal just now with the species which is most difficult to catch. They were giants with long gray fur; but if I am not mistaken, there exist black and red kangaroos, rock kangaroos, and rat kangaroos, which are more easy to get hold of. It is reckoned that there are about a dozen species."

       "Herbert," replied the sailor sententiously, "there is only one species of kangaroos to me, that is 'kangaroo on the spit,' and it's just the one we haven't got this evening!"

       They could not help laughing at Master Pencroft's new classification. The honest sailor did not hide his regret at being reduced for

       dinner to the singing pheasants, but fortune once more showed itself obliging to him.

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