"No wonder that arctic voyagers are always hankering after the far north," said Leo to Benjy, one magnificent morning, as they rowed towards the outlying islands over the golden sea.
Captain Vane was with them that morning, and it was easy to see that the Captain was in a peculiar frame of mind. A certain twinkle in his eyes and an occasional smile, apparently at nothing, showed that his thoughts, whatever they might be, were busy.
Now, it cannot have failed by this time to strike the intelligent reader, that Captain Vane was a man given to mystery, and rather fond of taking by surprise not only Eskimos but his own companions. On the bright morning referred to he took with him in the boat a small flat box, or packing-case, measuring about three feet square, and not more than four inches deep.
As they drew near to Leo"s favourite sporting-ground,--a long flat island with several small lakes on it which were bordered by tall reeds and sedges, where myriads of ducks, geese, gulls, plover, puffins, and other birds revelled in abject felicity,--Benjy asked his father what he had got in the box.
"I"ve got somethin" in it, Benjy,--somethin"."
"Why, daddy," returned the boy with a laugh, "if I were an absolute lunatic you could not treat me with greater contempt. Do you suppose I am so weak as to imagine that you would bring a packing-case all the way from England to the North Pole with nothing in it?"
"You"re a funny boy, Benjy," said the Captain, regarding his son with a placid look.
"You"re a funny father, daddy," answered the son with a shake of the head; "and it"s fortunate for you that I"m good as well as funny, else I"d give you some trouble."
"You"ve got a good opinion of yourself, Ben, anyhow," said Leo, looking over his shoulder as he rowed. "Just change the subject and make yourself useful. Jump into the bow and have the boat-hook ready; the water shoals rather fast here, and I don"t want to risk sc.r.a.ping a hole in our little craft."
The island they were approaching formed part of the extensive archipelago of which Poloe was the main or central island. Paradise Isle, as Leo had named it, lay about two miles from Poloe. The boat soon touched its shingly beach, but before it could sc.r.a.pe thereon its occupants stepped into the water and carefully carried it on sh.o.r.e.
"Now, Benjy, hand me the rifle and cartridges," said Leo, after the boat was placed in the shadow of a low bank, "and fetch the game-bag. What!
you don"t intend to carry the packing-case, uncle, do you?"
"I think I"d better do it," answered the Captain, lifting the case by its cord in a careless way; "it might take a fancy to have a swim on its own account, you know. Come along, the birds are growing impatient, don"t you see?"
With a short laugh, Leo shouldered his rifle, and marched towards the first of a chain of little lakes, followed by Benjy with the game-bag, and the Captain with the case.
Soon a splendid grey wild-goose was seen swimming at a considerable distance beyond the reeds.
"There"s your chance, now, Leo," said the Captain. But Leo shook his head. "No use," he said; "if I were to shoot that one I"d never be able to get it; the mud is too deep for wading, and the reeds too thick for swimming amongst. It"s a pity to kill birds that we cannot get hold of, so, you see, I must walk along the margin of the lake until I see a bird in a good position to be got at, and then pot him."
"But isn"t that slow work, lad?" asked the Captain.
"It might be slow if I missed often or wounded my birds," replied Leo, "but I don"t often miss."
The youth might with truth have said he never missed, for his eye was as true and his hand as sure as that of any Leatherstocking or Robin Hood that ever lived.
"Why don"t you launch the boat on the lake?" asked the Captain.
"Because I don"t like to run the risk of damaging it by hauling it about among mud and sticks and overland. Besides, that would be a c.u.mbersome way of hunting. I prefer to tramp about the margin as you see, and just take what comes in my way. There are plenty of birds, and I seldom walk far without getting a goodish--hist! There"s one!"
As he spoke another large grey goose was seen stretching its long neck amongst the reeds at a distance of about two hundred yards. The crack of the rifle was followed by the instant death of the goose. At the same moment several companions of the bird rose trumpeting into the air amid a cloud of other birds. Again the rifle"s crack was heard, and one of the geese on the wing dropped beside its comrade.
As Leo carried his repeating rifle, he might easily have shot another, but he refrained, as the bird would have been too far out to be easily picked up.
"Now, Benjy, are you to go in, or am I?" asked the sportsman with a sly look.
"Oh! I suppose _I_ must," said the boy with an affectation of being martyred, though, in truth, nothing charmed him so much as to act the part of a water-dog.
A few seconds more, and he was stripped, for his garments consisted only of shirt and trousers. But it was more than a few seconds before he returned to land, swimming on his back and trailing a goose by the neck with each hand, for the reeds were thick and the mud softish, and the second bird had been further out than he expected.
"It"s glorious fun," said Benjy, panting vehemently as he pulled on his clothes.
"It"s gloriously knocked up you"ll be before long at that rate," said the Captain.
"Oh! but, uncle," said Leo, quickly, "you must not suppose that I give him all the hard work. We share it between us, you know. Benjy sometimes shoots and then I do the retrieving. You"ve no idea how good a shot he is becoming."
"Indeed, let me see you do it, my boy. D"ye see that goose over there?"
"What, the one near the middle of the lake, about four hundred yards off?"
"Ay, Benjy, I want that goose. You shoot it, my boy."
"But you"ll never be able to get it, uncle," said Leo.
"Benjy, I want that goose. You shoot it." There was no disobeying this peremptory command. Leo handed the rifle to the boy.
"Down on one knee, Ben, Hythe position, my boy," said the Captain, in the tone of a disciplinarian. Benjy obeyed, took a long steady aim, and fired.
"Bravo!" shouted the Captain as the bird turned breast up. "There"s that goose"s brother comin" to see what"s the matter with him; just cook _his_ goose too, Benjy."
The boy aimed again, fired, and missed.
"Again!" cried the Captain, "look sharp!"
Again the boy fired, and this time wounded the bird as it was rising on the wing.
Although wounded, the goose was quite able to swim, and made rapidly towards the reeds on the other side.
"What! am I to lose that goose?" cried the Captain indignantly.
Leo seized the rifle. Almost without taking time to aim, he fired and shot the bird dead.
"There," said he, laughing, "but I suspect it is a lost goose after all.
It will be hard work to get either of these birds, uncle. However, I"ll try."
Leo was proceeding to strip when the Captain forbade him.
"Don"t trouble yourself, lad," he said, "I"ll go for them myself."
"You, uncle?"
"Ay, me. D"ye suppose that n.o.body can swim but you and Benjy? Here, help me to open this box."
In silent wonder and expectation Leo and Benjy did as they were bid.
When the mysterious packing-case was opened, there was displayed to view a ma.s.s of waterproof material. Tumbling this out and unrolling it, the Captain displayed a pair of trousers and boots in one piece attached to something like an oval life-buoy. Thrusting his legs down into the trousers and boots, he drew the buoy--which was covered with india-rubber cloth--up to his waist and fixed it there. Then, putting the end of an india-rubber tube to his mouth, he began to blow, and the buoy round his waist began to extend until it took the form of an oval.
"Now, boys," said the Captain, with profound gravity, "I"m about ready to go to sea. Here, you observe, is a pair o" pants that won"t let in water. At the feet you"ll notice two flaps which expand when driven backward, and collapse when moved forward. These are propellers--human web-feet--to enable me to walk ahead, d"ye see? and here are two small paddles with a joint which I can fix together--so--and thus make one double-bladed paddle of "em, about four feet long. It will help the feet, you understand, but I"m not dependent on it, for I can walk without the paddles at the rate of two or three miles an hour."