Chapter Fourteen.
Foraging.
Consequence of loss of launch—Mrs Morley’s resignation—Prepare to winter on the island—House-building commenced—The ladies’ cottage completed—More huts erected—Birds seek shelter in the cottage—The young ladies’ aviary—Industry of the settlers—Anxiety about provisions—Fish caught—Fish-hooks manufactured—Sea-lions attacked—Lizard charged by sea-lion—Escape of Tippo Sahib—Cow-seals’ milk—Young Broke takes milk to ladies—The doctor’s expedition inland—Seal-tracks up mountain—Ripe fruit found—Willy and Peter chased by a seal—A cavern discovered—Fight with the seal—Breakfast on the mountain—Difficult travelling—Enveloped in a thick mist—Encamp for the night—Willy sees a dog—Proceed on journey—Traces of hogs discovered—A ship close in-shore—The party hurry forward—The ship has gone—Their signal not noticed—Return along the beach—A hut in the distance—A dead sailor discovered—Proceed over the hills—Willy finds nest of parrots—Return to village—Digging for roots—Willy’s gallantry.
When daylight broke, the whole harbour appeared covered with white-crested waves, dancing and leaping wildly, while the beach was covered with the fragments of the launch.
Harry felt very unwilling to communicate the disaster to Mrs Morley. It must be done, however. As soon as she appeared, he told her of what had occurred.
“God’s will be done,” she answered. “Any suffering we may be called on to go through seems light compared with that others have had to endure. I have sought for strength from on high, and it will not be denied me.”
The rain had now ceased. In spite of the gale, fires were lighted; and Mrs Rumbelow, with the aid of several of the men, set to work to get breakfast ready. They had still some tea and coffee remaining, as they had been enabled to use but little of it during the voyage; their only other food, however, was the wild-fowl and seals’ flesh. Of the latter they had certainly an abundant supply, but would willingly have exchanged some of it for the coarsest sea biscuit.
As soon as breakfast was over, Harry held a council of war with the doctor, Captain Twopenny, and Mr Bollard. All hope of getting away, if no vessel appeared, was now cut off. They might have to remain many months—it was impossible to say how long. Winter would soon be upon them; and as shelter from the cold and wet was indispensable, the first thing was to build warm substantial huts, the next was to provide food. The doctor was of opinion that they could not depend on the seals remaining in the harbour, while he feared that the health of all would suffer unless some variety of food could be obtained. He advised, in the first place, that the seals’ flesh should be salted and dried, so as to have a store in reserve should the animals disappear. He volunteered also to set off, when the weather moderated, on an exploring expedition, to ascertain the natural productions of the country.
“We may find roots and fruits of some sort which may answer the purpose of bread and vegetables, and we may discover the hogs and goats you speak of, Dicey; and perhaps some other creatures,” he observed. “In my opinion, when people use their intellects, and exert themselves, there are few parts of the world so utterly unproductive that they must of necessity starve,—as we should certainly if we were to sit down in this little nook with our hands before us.”