"What a quantity of them!" said Rollo. "I should think that there would be knife handles enough in the pile for all creation. Where can they get so many horns?"
"I am sure I don't know," said Mr. George.
So they walked on.
Presently they came to an immense heap of bags of coffee. They knew that the bags contained coffee by the kernels that were spread about them all over the ground. Then they passed by long rows of barrels, which seemed to be filled with sugar. Mr. George walked by the side of the barrels, but Rollo jumped up and ran along on the top of them. Then came casks of tobacco, and next bars of iron and steel, and then some monstrous square logs of mahogany.
Mr. George and Rollo walked on in this manner for a quarter of a mile, and at length they came to one of the drawbridges. This drawbridge led over a passage way which formed a communication from one basin of the dock to
another. It was a very long and slender bridge of iron, made to turn on a pivot at one end. There was some machinery connected with it to work it.
"I wish they would come and turn this drawbridge away," said Rollo. "I want to see how it works."
"Perhaps they will after dinner," said Mr. George.
"Let us sit down, then, here somewhere," said Rollo, "and wait."
So Mr. George and Rollo, after crossing the drawbridge, sat down upon some of the fixtures connected with the machinery of the bridge.