The Mysterious Island - The Original Classic Edition. Verne Jules

"Something tells me," cried Herbert, "that a man as energetic as Captain Harding would not let himself be drowned like other peo-ple. He must have reached some point of the shore; don't you think so, Pencroft?"

       The sailor shook his head sadly. He little expected ever to see Cyrus Harding again; but wishing to leave some hope to Herbert: "Doubtless, doubtless," said he; "our engineer is a man who would get out of a scrape to which any one else would yield."

       In the meantime he examined the coast with great attention. Stretched out below them was the sandy shore, bounded on the right of the river's mouth by lines of breakers. The rocks which were visible appeared like amphibious monsters reposing in the surf. Beyond the reef, the sea sparkled beneath the sun's rays. To the south a sharp point closed the horizon, and it could not be seen if the land was prolonged in that direction, or if it ran southeast and southwest, which would have made this coast a very long peninsula. At

       the northern extremity of the bay the outline of the shore was continued to a great distance in a wider curve. There the shore was

       low, flat, without cliffs, and with great banks of sand, which the tide left uncovered. Pencroft and Herbert then returned towards the

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       west. Their attention was first arrested by the snow-topped mountain which rose at a distance of six or seven miles. From its first declivities to within two miles of the coast were spread vast masses of wood, relieved by large green patches, caused by the presence of evergreen trees. Then, from the edge of this forest to the shore extended a plain, scattered irregularly with groups of trees. Here and there on the left sparkled through glades the waters of the little river; they could trace its winding course back towards the spurs of the mountain, among which it seemed to spring. At the point where the sailor had left his raft of wood, it began to run between the two high granite walls; but if on the left bank the wall remained clear and abrupt, on the right bank, on the contrary, it sank gradually, the massive sides changed to isolated rocks, the rocks to stones, the stones to shingle running to the extremity of the point.

       "Are we on an island?" murmured the sailor.

       "At any rate, it seems to be big enough," replied the lad.

       "An island, ever so big, is an island all the same!" said Pencroft.

       But this important question could not yet be answered. A more perfect survey had to be made to settle the point. As to the land itself, island or continent, it appeared fertile, agreeable in its aspect, and varied in its productions.

       "This is satisfactory," observed Pencroft; "and in our misfortune, we must thank Providence for it."

       "God be praised!" responded Herbert, whose pious heart was full of gratitude to the Author of all things.

       Pencroft and Herbert examined for some time the country on which they had been cast; but it was difficult to guess after so hasty an

       inspection what the future had in store for them.

       They then returned, following the southern crest of the granite platform, bordered by a long fringe of jagged rocks, of the most whimsical shapes. Some hundreds of birds lived there nestled in the holes of the stone; Herbert, jumping over the rocks, startled a whole flock of these winged creatures.

       "Oh!" cried he, "those are not gulls nor sea-mews!" "What are they then?" asked Pencroft.

       "Upon my word, one would say they were pigeons!"

       "Just so, but these are wild or rock pigeons. I recognize them by the double band of black on the wing, by the white tail, and by their slate-colored plumage. But if the rock-pigeon is good to eat, its eggs must be excellent, and we will soon see how many they may have left in their nests!"

       "We will not give them time to hatch, unless it is in the shape of an omelet!" replied Pencroft merrily. "But what will you make your omelet in?" asked Herbert; "in your hat?"

       "Well!" replied the sailor, "I am not quite conjuror enough for that; we must come down to eggs in the shell, my boy, and I will undertake to despatch the hardest!"

       Pencroft and Herbert attentively examined the cavities in the granite, and they really found eggs in some of the hollows. A few doz-en being collected, were packed in the sailor's handkerchief, and as the time when the tide would be full was approaching, Pencroft and Herbert began to redescend towards the watercourse. When they arrived there, it was an hour after midday. The tide had already turned. They must now avail themselves of the ebb to take the wood to the mouth. Pencroft did not intend to let the raft go away in the current without guidance, neither did he mean to embark on it himself to steer it. But a sailor is never at a loss when there is a question of cables or ropes, and Pencroft rapidly twisted a cord, a few fathoms long, made of dry creepers. This vegetable cable was fastened to the afterpart of the raft, and the sailor held it in his hand while Herbert, pushing off the raft with a long pole, kept it in the current. This succeeded capitally. The enormous load of wood drifted down the current. The bank was very equal; there was no fear that the raft would run aground, and before two o'clock they arrived at the river's mouth, a few paces from the Chimneys.

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       Chapter 5

       Pencroft's first care, after unloading the raft, was to render the cave habitable by stopping up all the holes which made it draughty. Sand, stones, twisted branches, wet clay, closed up the galleries open to the south winds. One narrow and winding opening at the side was kept, to lead out the smoke and to make the fire draw. The cave was thus divided into three or four rooms, if such dark dens with which a donkey would scarcely have been contented deserved the name. But they were dry, and there was space to stand

       upright, at least in the principal room, which occupied the center. The floor was covered with fine sand, and taking all in all they were

       well pleased with it for want of a better.

       "Perhaps," said Herbert, while he and Pencroft were working, "our companions have found a superior place to ours."

       "Very likely," replied the seaman; "but, as we don't know, we must work all the same. Better to have two strings to one's bow than no string at all!"

       "Oh!" exclaimed Herbert, "how jolly it will be if they were to find Captain Harding and were to bring him back with them!"

       "Yes, indeed!" said Pencroft, "that was a man of the right sort."

       "Was!" exclaimed Herbert, "do you despair of ever seeing him again?"

       "God forbid!" replied the sailor. Their work was soon done, and Pencroft declared himself very well satisfied. "Now," said he, "our friends can come back when they like. They will find a good enough shelter."

       They now had only to make a fireplace and to prepare the supper--an easy task. Large flat stones were placed on the ground at the opening of the narrow passage which had been kept. This, if the smoke did not take the heat out with it, would be enough to maintain an equal temperature inside. Their wood was stowed away in one of the rooms, and the sailor laid in the fireplace some logs and brushwood. The seaman was busy with this, when Herbert asked him if he had any matches.

       "Certainly," replied Pencroft, "and I may say happily, for without matches or tinder we should be in a fix."

       "Still we might get fire as the savages do," replied Herbert, "by rubbing two bits of dry stick one against the other."

       "All right; try, my boy, and let's see if you can do anything besides exercising your arms."

       "Well, it's a very simple proceeding, and much used in the islands of the Pacific."

       "I don't deny it," replied Pencroft, "but the savages must know how to do it or employ a peculiar wood, for more than once I have

       tried to get fire in that way, but I could never manage it. I must say I prefer matches. By the bye, where are my matches?"

       Pencroft searched in his waistcoat for the box, which was always there, for he was a confirmed smoker. He could not find it; he rummaged the pockets of his trousers, but, to his horror, he could nowhere discover the box.

       "Here's a go!" said he, looking at Herbert. "The box must have fallen out of my pocket and got lost! Surely, Herbert, you must have