Crusoes of the Frozen North.
by Gordon Stables.
CHAPTER I
"I"m sure of one thing," said Aralia to her little sister Pansy, as they sat together one lovely summer afternoon on the garden seat, and gazed away and away far over the North Sea. "I"m quite sure of one thing.
n.o.body ever could have so good an uncle as our uncle. Now, could anybody, Pansy?"
"Oh no!" answered Pansy, shaking her pretty head. Pansy was hardly eight years old, and always agreed with her older sister, who was nearly eleven.
"How I wish he were home again from his old ship," sighed Aralia, "and Tom with him!"
"Well, Ara, we can sit here hours and hours every day and watch the sea, can"t we?"
"Yes, and we shall easily know the ship. As she goes by, sh.e.l.l set all her flags a-flying, and, if Father isn"t at home, Mother will send up our great red flag on the garden pole. Oh dear! I could nearly cry for joy to think of it!"
"And me too!" said Pansy.
"And me too!" Veevee seemed to say, as he gave a short bark, and, jumping down from the seat, ran round the garden, looking like a fluffy white ball.
The sea was very blue, only patched with green wherever a cloud-shadow fell on it. Down beneath the cliff on which the cottage stood, the waves broke lazily in long white lines of foam. On the sea itself were vessels of almost every kind, from the little fishing craft with brown sails to great ships sailing away to distant lands.
Aralia knew what cla.s.s of vessel each was by its rig; her best of uncles had taught her. And well could she use the spy-gla.s.s too, which she now held to her right eye. It had been hard at first to keep the left closed, but she could manage it now quite easily without asking Pansy to clap a hand over it.
Soon she began to talk in little gasps:
"Oh, Pansy--I think--Oh, I"m nearly sure--yes--yes--it must be! it _is_ Uncle"s ship! I can see the flags all a-flying--Hurrah! Come and look!"
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Pansy sat on her sister"s knee and peeped through the gla.s.s. Then both the children started up and waved their arms in the air at the far-off ship. They were just about to rush off to tell Mother, when their cousin Frank came up. He was a lad of about thirteen or fourteen, but he was so tall and manly that he looked older.
Frank came into the garden with a rush and a run when he heard the girls call out. A fishing basket was slung over his back, from which the tails of fish stuck out, showing what good sport he had had.
"Hillo, Ara! Hillo, Pansy! What are you dancing and "hoo-laying" about?
Been stung by a wasp, my little Pansy Blossom?"
"Oh, Frank," cried the elder girl, "look through the gla.s.s! Uncle"s coming! Look at the ship, and all the flags."
The boy was almost as excited now as the girls themselves, and presently they were all running in a string through the pretty garden towards the cottage with the news, Veevee bringing up the rear and barking bravely.
Rat-tat-tat at the door next afternoon, and little Pansy ran to open it, expecting to see the postman, but the knocking was only a bit of Tom"s fun. Frank had left for Hull the evening before to meet him, and here was Tom the sailor, tall and bonny and dark. Pansy jumped into his arms like a baby, Aralia rushed to meet him, and his mother came out, though a little more slowly. When the bustle was all over, and Tom had answered nearly a hundred questions, they all went in to tea.
"Yes, Aralia, Uncle is coming up from Hull with Father and Cousin Frank, and we shall stop here three whole days before we go back to clear ship and pay off"
"And," added Tom, "Uncle has something so strange and nice to tell you!"
"What is it, Tom?" said his two sisters, both in a breath as it were.
"I can"t, won"t, and sha"n"t tell you, girls," cried Tom, laughing, "because that would spoil the fun when Uncle comes."
So all, even Veevee, who would not get off Tom"s knees for a minute, had to be as patient as they could. But the time pa.s.sed so quickly, listening to all this hearty young sailor had to tell of his voyage to the far north, that before anyone was aware it was nearly seven o"clock.
And now down jumps Veevee and runs towards the door, barking aloud as if he were a very big dog.
"They"re coming! They"re coming! Veevee knows!" And coming they were indeed.
Tom had had a hearty welcome when he arrived, but when this best of uncles at last managed to sit down on the sofa: "Shiver my timbers, sister," he said to Mrs. Dunlop, "if it isn"t worth while going all the way to the back of the North Pole just to get such a welcome home as this."
Jack Staysail was a sailor every inch of him. He had roughed it so much in the Greenland seas, and been out in so many storms, that his face was as red as a boiled beet; but his eyes were as full of fun and merriment as a boy"s.
"We"re not all here yet," he said. "I have asked my friend, Professor Peterkin, the Swede, to come in to-night with his mastiff." When their uncle mentioned the mastiff, Aralia and Pansy began to tremble for Veevee, but Tom only laughed.
"Why," he said, "although Briton--that"s his name--is big enough to tackle a bear, he wouldn"t injure a mouse."
It was nearly nine o"clock when the professor arrived. Briton marched in first, and a bigger and more n.o.ble-looking fellow was never seen. Veevee said he couldn"t stand another dog in the place. So he started up, barking loudly, and offering to fight the mastiff to the death on the spot. But Briton stepped gingerly over the little dog, and went and lay quietly down on the rug.
Then in bustled the professor himself, very droll, very small, clean-shaven, merry-eyed, and with as much hair on his great head as would have stuffed a cushion. He bowed and smiled to all, patted the children, and at last sat down to supper.
All made a very hearty supper, though it was long past the children"s bed-time. Only Uncle didn"t come home every night, you know.
When they had finished, Briton had a huge dish of sc.r.a.ps; Veevee sat watching him eat, and the children were very much surprised to see Briton shove one of the biggest and best morsels towards him. The tiny dog picked up the t.i.tbit and wagged his tail. After he had eaten it, he went and lay down beside Briton on the hearth-rug.
The "something nice" that Uncle had to tell was soon told now.
Captain Staysail cleared his throat before he began: "Ahem! Oh, you"re all waiting, are you, to hear what I"ve got to say? Well, then--ahem!--Professor Peterkin--"
"Pete--Pete--Pete--Pete!" cried the droll, wee man, stopping him, and one would have thought he was calling a dog. "I"m not going to be called Professor, and I won"t Peterkin. Just Pete, as I was on board ship, as I am to everybody, and must be to you.
"But just look here, Staysail, you"re a sailor, and you can"t make a speech. Let me speak." And speak he did without waiting for a reply.
"It"s all in a nutsh.e.l.l, dear Mr. and Mrs. Dunlop, and I"ll tell you in two or three sentences what your worthy sailor-brother would have kept you up all night to hear. Now listen! Briton, you lie down! Good again!
Now I, Dan Peterkin, am a man who has been used to study hard, and think hard. You follow me so far? Good again!
"Well, there is one thing has taken me years to work out, and that is, where in this world gold and coal are to be found. And I"ve done it. I can go right to the spots. One of them lies on an island right away up in the Frozen North. And we"re going there. Your brother, Mrs. Dunlop, is going to take me.
"Well, we may have some hardships. Paff! What do we care? We shall win such wealth as has never been seen before. You follow still? Good again!
Well, I go to a town in the north last spring, when the seal ships are all there, and I look for an honest face. I find Staysail. I say to him: "You give me a pa.s.sage to Greenland, my friend." He say: "What for I give you pa.s.sage?" I smile. I take him by one b.u.t.ton, and pull him all the way into a private room of the hotel. Briton follows. We all dine well--we all come out smiling--Briton too. And now, my friends, all is arranged.
We sail away and away and away next spring for the seas of ice and the islands of gold.
"That is all. You have followed me? Good again!" And once more the professor sat down, and the big arm-chair seemed to swallow him up.
Ara and Pansy lay awake a long time that night thinking of what Pete had said. But the next day they went about their duties as usual. They did not go to school, as they had a governess, of whom they were both very fond. Nearly half their day would be spent out-of-doors with her and Veevee. In spring and summer they would gather flowers inland, but what they liked best was to play about on the sands, to go out boating with an old seaman they knew, or climb the rocks and get into very steep and giddy places.