“Yes,” replied William, “they will soon be in smoother water; but the surf on the beach is very heavy.”
“They won’t mind that, if their strength don’t fail them—they manage the canoe beautifully.”
During this conversation the canoe had rapidly come towards the land. In a moment or two afterwards, it passed through the surf and grounded on the beach. The two people in it had just strength enough left to paddle through the surf, and then they dropped down in the bottom of the canoe, quite exhausted.
“Let’s drag the canoe higher up, William. Poor creatures! they are nearly dead.”
While dragging it up, Ready observed that the occupants were both women: their faces were tattooed all over; otherwise they were young, and might have been good-looking.
“Shall I run up and get something for them, Ready?”
“Do, William; ask Juno to give you some of whatever there is for breakfast; anything warm.”
William soon returned with some thin oatmeal porridge, which Juno had been preparing for breakfast; and a few spoonfuls being forced down the throats of the two natives they gradually revived. William then left Ready, and went up to acquaint his father and mother with this unexpected event.
William soon returned with Mr Seagrave, and as the women were now able to sit up, they hauled up the canoe as far as they could, to prevent her being beat to pieces. They found nothing in the canoe, except a piece of matting and the two paddles which had been used by the natives.
“You see, sir,” said Ready, “it is very clear that these two poor women, having been left in charge of the canoe, have been blown off from the shore of one of the islands to the south-east; they must have been contending with the gale ever since the day before yesterday, and, as it appears, without food or water. It’s a mercy that they gained this island.”