Night overtook them beside a river in the mountains, and they prepared to camp in the open. Each drenched his plaid in the stream, rolled it round his body, and lay down to rest in the snow, knowing that the outside layers of cloth would soon freeze hard and form a sleeping-bag.
In the party were an old chieftain and his grandson of eighteen. The boy wet his plaid like the others, but before he lay down he rolled up a s...o...b..ll for a pillow. The old chief kicked it out from under the lad"s head. He didn"t propose to have his grandson be so effeminate as to indulge himself in the luxury of a pillow when everybody else was lying flat on the ground."
Whittington grunted. "I don"t see how that applies to me."
"In this way. You"ve lived too soft. You need something to wake you up to the real hardships that men have to go through. Then you won"t be so fussy over little things. Perhaps I"ve talked plainer to you than I should; but I believe in going after a fellow with a club before his face rather than a knife behind his back. Now let"s open those windows so the fresh air can blow through, build a fire in the stove to dry out the damp, and get everything shipshape. After supper we"ll go up on top of the island and take a look about."
It was nearly seven when the sloop was finally unloaded and everything stowed under cover. Filippo had collected plenty of driftwood, and a fire crackling merrily in the rusty stove soon made the cabin dry and warm.
Jim, in his shirt-sleeves, superintended the preparation of supper. The wall cupboard yielded a supply of ordinary dishes, cups, and saucers.
There were old-fashioned iron knives and forks, iron spoons of different sizes, and thick, yellow, earthenware mugs. Despite Percy"s slur, everything was clean.
"Make us a pan of biscuit, Budge; and I"ll fry some potatoes and broil the steak," volunteered Jim. "After to-night we"ll have to break in somebody else to do the cooking. You and I"ll be too busy outside."
Percy heard and registered a silent vow that the cook should not be himself. p.r.i.c.ked by Spurling"s earlier remarks, he had taken an active part in unloading the boats, and he had been glad to throw himself into one of the despised bunks to rest.
At last supper was ready. The steak, potatoes, and hot biscuit diffused a pleasant aroma through the cabin.
"Pull up your soap-boxes, all hands!" invited Spurling. "Don"t be afraid of that steak! There"s plenty of it for everybody. It"s liable to be the last meat we"ll have for some time. The butcher doesn"t go by here very often."
The boys made a hearty meal. Even Percy"s fastidiousness did not prevent him from eating his full share. But he took no part in the jokes flying round the table. Jim"s sermon had left him rather glum. Lane noticed it.
"Why so distant, Whittington?" he inquired.
Before Percy could open his mouth to reply a black body shot with a squawk through the open door and alighted on the corner of the table close to Percy"s elbow.
"Hullo! This must be Oso!" exclaimed Jim.
The crow croaked hoa.r.s.ely. On Percy"s plate lay a single morsel of steak, the choicest of his helping, reserved till the last. Seeing the bird"s beady black eyes fasten upon it he made a quick movement to impale it with his fork. But Oso was quicker still. Down darted his sharp beak and s.n.a.t.c.hed the t.i.tbit from under the very points of the tines. A single gulp and the meat was gone.
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A roar of laughter went round the table. Starting up furiously, Percy aimed a blow at the crow. But the bird eluded him and scaled out of the door with a triumphant screech. Budge proffered mock consolation.
"Percy," said he, "that was the best piece in the whole steak. I saw you saving it until the last. Too bad, old man! Now you"ll have to eat crow to get it."
"I"ll wring that thief"s neck if I can catch him," vowed the angry Whittington.
"Guess we can trust Oso not to leave his neck lying round where you can get hold of it," observed Lane. "Come on! Let"s you and I wash the dishes!"
"Dishes nothing!" snarled Percy.
Stalking out, he gathered a handful of convenient pebbles and lay in wait for the culprit. But the crow had disappeared.
"I"ll get even with him later," muttered Whittington.
He remained sulkily outside, taking no part in clearing away the supper-table. At half past seven the others joined him.
"Feeling better, old man?" queried Lane, solicitously.
"Fall in, Whittington," said Jim. "We"re going on a tour of inspection."
"Wait a minute," remarked Lane. "We"ve had our house-warming. The next thing is to christen the place."
Dragging out a soap-box, he mounted it, produced from his pocket a piece of red chalk, and traced in large letters over the door, "CAMP SPURLING."
"Now we"re off!" said he. "Welcome to our city! Watch us grow!"
"Come on!" urged Jim. "We want to look the island over before dark."
The party walked west along the sea-wall and proceeded in single file up a steep path to the highest part of the promontory.
"Brimstone Point," said Jim. "Best view on the island from here."
He began pointing out its different features.
"That little nubble almost west, sticking up so black against the sunset"s Seal Island. Matinicus is right behind it. Up there on the horizon, just a trifle west of north, are the Camden Hills; you look exactly over Vinalhaven to see them. North across the pasture is Isle au Haut that we came by this afternoon. Beyond is Stonington. About time the lights were lit--Yes, there"s Saddleback! See it twinkling west of Isle au Haut. Now look sharp a little south of west and you"ll see Matinicus Rock glimmering; two lights, but they seem like one from here.
Wouldn"t think they were almost a hundred feet above water, would you?
They look pretty good to a man when he"s running in from outside on a dark night."
It was a magnificent evening, the air clear as crystal, the sky without a cloud. Gulls were wheeling and screaming about the promontory, their cries mingling with the rote of surf at its base. Sheep bleated from the pasture. A hawk sailed slowly in from the ocean and disappeared in the woods behind the eastern point. From under the boys" feet rose the fragrance of sweet gra.s.s and pennyroyal. Tall mullein stalks reared their spires on the hillside; and here and there were little plats white with thick strawberry blossoms.
The boys gazed their fill. Gradually the red sky darkened and the stars began to come out. Saddleback and Matinicus Rock gleamed more brightly.
A cool breeze from the south sprang up. Jim roused himself.
"Guess we won"t have time to look about any more to-night. Never mind!
There are evenings enough ahead of us before September. One thing out here--no matter how hot the day may be, it"s always cool after dark.
Let"s be getting back to camp!"
Two small kerosene-lamps from the cupboard made the cabin seem actually cheerful. Percy dug into one of his suit-cases and produced a pack of cards.
"Let"s have a game, fellows! What shall it be?"
"Might as well put those up, Whittington," said Spurling. "We"re going to turn in as soon as we get things arranged. We"ve a busy to-morrow before us."
Somewhat disappointed, Percy put the cards back. Taking four wooden toothpicks, Jim broke them into uneven lengths. He grasped them in his right hand so that the tops formed a straight line.
"Now we"ll draw lots for bunks! Filippo"s going to sleep in the hammock across that corner beyond the table, so he won"t be in this. Longest stick is lower bunk next the door; second longest, lower bunk back; third, upper bunk near door; shortest, other upper. Draw, Throppy!"
Stevens drew; then Budge and Percy followed him. They matched sticks.
Percy got the lower near the door, with Budge over him; while Spurling drew the back lower, and Stevens the one above that.
"Percy and I are the lucky ones," said Jim. "We can try this a month, then have a shake-up to give you top men a chance nearer the floor."
Percy pulled out his wrappers and tobacco. Spurling nipped his preparations in the bud.
"No cigarettes in here!"
"Can"t I smoke just one?"