<h2>CHAPTER XIX.</h2>
<h3>THE VISITORS.</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">The</span> house was finished, and the satisfaction which
it afforded to the young exiles cannot be expressed
in words. Noddy had exercised his ingenuity in the
construction of a fireplace, a chimney, and a table.
The stern-lights of the Roebuck furnished the windows
of the principal apartment; while single panes
of glass, obtained from the assorted cargo of the
vessel, admitted the light to the sleeping-rooms.
They had knives, forks, spoons, dishes, and cooking
utensils in abundance. Everything they wanted was
at hand; and in this respect they differed from all
the Crusoes of ancient and modern times.</p>
<p>The miscellaneous cargo of the schooner supplied
the house with all the comforts and many of the luxuries
of civilization; and if Noddy had been familiar
with the refinements of social life, he would probably
have added the "modern improvements" to the mansion.
If the house had been an elegant residence on
Fifth Avenue or Blackstone Square, the occupants
could not have enjoyed it more. Day after day<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</SPAN></span>
Noddy added some new feature of comfort, until he
was as proud of the dwelling as though he had been
the architect of St. Peter's.</p>
<p>The work was done, and they had nothing to do
but sit down under their "own vine and fig-tree,"
and enjoy themselves. They had provisions and
water enough to last them six months. But Noddy
had discovered that idleness was the sum of all miseries;
and after he had thoroughly explored the
island, and amused himself for a few days among the
novelties of the place, he realized that work was a
positive luxury. Even patient, plodding labor, without
any excitement, was better than doing nothing.</p>
<p>Though there had been a storm, the Roebuck still
held together; and the most profitable employment
that presented itself was bringing off the rest of the
cargo from the wreck; and everything which it was
possible for him to move was transferred to the shore.
He built a storehouse of sail-cloth, in which all the
merchandise and provisions were carefully secured,
though it was not probable that any considerable
portion of it would ever be of any value to the
islanders.</p>
<p>Noddy had built a fence around the grave of Captain
McClintock, and on a smooth board had cut the
name and age of the deceased. Every day Mollie
visited the spot, and placed fresh flowers on the green
sod. The sharp pangs of her great affliction had
passed away, and she was cheerful, and even hopeful<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</SPAN></span>
of the future, while she fondly cherished the memory
of her father.</p>
<p>The islands which were just visible in the distance
were a source of interest and anxiety to the
sailor-boy and his gentle companion. Noddy had
carefully examined them through the spy-glass a
great many times; and once he had seen a large
canoe, under sail, with a ponderous "out-rigger" to
keep it from upsetting; but it did not come near the
home of the exiles. This proved that the other
islands were inhabited, and he was in constant
dread of a visit from the savages. He put all the
pistols he had found in the cabin in readiness for
use, and practised firing at a mark, that he might
be able to defend himself and his fair charge if occasion
required. They did not come, and there were
no signs on the island that they ever visited it,
and he hoped to avoid the necessity of fighting them.</p>
<p>There were plenty of fish in the waters which surrounded
the island, and Noddy had no difficulty in
catching as many of them as he wanted. There
were no animals to be seen, except a few sea-fowl.
He killed one of these, and roasted him for dinner
one day; but the flesh was so strong and so fishy that
salt pork and corned beef were considered better.</p>
<p>A two months' residence on the island had accustomed
both the boy and the girl to the novelties of
the situation; and though, as might be reasonably
expected, they were anxious to return to the great<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</SPAN></span>
world from which they had been banished, they were
tolerably contented with the life they led. Noddy
was continually planning some new thing to add to
the comfort of their daily life, and to provide supplies
for the future. As in many large cities, a supply
of pure water was a question, of momentous importance
to him, and he early turned his attention to the
subject. He made spouts of canvas for the "mansion"
and the storehouse, by which the water, when
it rained, was conducted to barrels set in the ground,
so as to keep it cool. This expedient promised a
plentiful supply, for the rains were heavy and frequent,
and the quality was much better than that of
the water casks.</p>
<p>When all the necessary work had been accomplished,
and when the time at last hung heavily on
his hands, Noddy began to consider the practicability
of a garden, to keep up the supply of peas, beans, and
potatoes, of which a considerable quantity had been
obtained from the wreck. Mollie was delighted with
the idea of a "farm," as she called it, and the ground
was at once marked off. Noddy went to work; but
the labor of digging up the soil, and preparing it for
the seed, was very hard. There was no excitement
about this occupation, and the laborer "punished"
himself very severely in performing it; but work had
become a principle with him, and he persevered until
an incident occurred which suspended further opera<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</SPAN></span>tions
on the garden, and gave him all the excitement
his nature craved.</p>
<p>"What's that, Noddy?" said Mollie, one day,
when he was industriously striving to overcome his
dislike to plodding labor.</p>
<p>"Where?" asked he, dropping his shovel, for the
manner of his companion betrayed no little
alarm.</p>
<p>"On the water," replied she, pointing in the direction
of the islands which had given them so much
anxiety.</p>
<p>"It is a native canoe loaded with savages," said
Noddy, hastening to the house for his spy-glass and
pistols.</p>
<p>He examined the canoe long and attentively. It
was only four or five miles distant, and looked like
quite a large boat.</p>
<p>"They are coming here," said Noddy.</p>
<p>"O, what shall we do?" exclaimed the timid
maiden, recalling all she knew about cannibals and
fierce savages found on the South Sea Islands.</p>
<p>"Perhaps they will not come here," added Noddy;
but it was more to cheer up his friend, than from
any hope he cherished of avoiding the issue.</p>
<p>"I hope they will not. What do you think they
will do to us, if they do?"</p>
<p>"I think I can manage them, Mollie. Don't be
alarmed."</p>
<p>"How many are there in the canoe?"<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"A dozen or fifteen, I should think," replied he,
after he had again examined the object with the
glass.</p>
<p>"What can you do with so many as that?" asked
she, in despair.</p>
<p>"They are savages, you know; and they are afraid
of powder. If I should shoot one of them, the rest
would run away."</p>
<p>"Can't we hide?"</p>
<p>"That will do no good. They would certainly
find us. The best way is to face the music."</p>
<p>"And they will steal all our things, Noddy."</p>
<p>"I won't let them steal anything," said he, examining
his pistol.</p>
<p>"I hope you won't have to shoot any of them. It
would be awful to kill the poor creatures."</p>
<p>"I won't fire if I can help it. They are all looking
this way, and I'm sure they can see the house and
the tent."</p>
<p>"What shall we do?" cried Mollie, who certainly
felt that the end of all things had come.</p>
<p>"We can do nothing; and we may as well take it
easy. I can't tell what to do now; but I think I
will go down and hide the boat, for they may carry
that off."</p>
<p>Mollie went with him to the inlet, and the boat
was moved up among the bushes where the savages
would not be likely to find it. The wind was light,
and the great canoe advanced but slowly. The men<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</SPAN></span>
on board of her appeared to be watching the island
with as much interest as its occupants regarded the
approach of the intruders.</p>
<p>Off the reef the big canoe came up into the wind,
and the savages appeared to be debating what they
should do next. They could see the remains of the
wrecked schooner now; and the question appeared to
be, whether they should visit that or the shore. But
she soon filled away again, and passed through the
opening in the reef. Noddy had three pistols, all
of which he put in his belt, and finished this hostile
array by adding a huge butcher-knife to the collection.
He looked formidable enough to fight a whole
army; but he intended only to make a prudent display
of force. Mollie thought it was rather ridiculous
for a small boy like him to load himself down
with so many weapons, which could not avail him,
if a conflict became necessary, against sixteen savages,
full grown, and accustomed to fighting. But
Noddy was general-in-chief of the forces, and she did
not remonstrate any further than to beg him to be
prudent.</p>
<p>The canoe slowly approached the shore. Those in
her seemed to be familiar with the land, for they
steered directly up the little inlet which Noddy had
chosen as his landing-place. The "lord of the isle,"
as our sailor-boy felt himself to be, moved down to
the shore, followed by Mollie. The savages could
now be distinctly seen. They were horribly tattooed,<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</SPAN></span>
and they did not look very friendly. As the canoe
touched the shore, they sprang to their feet, and
Noddy's calculations were set at nought by the discovery
that several were armed with guns.</p>
<p>One of them stepped on shore. There was a
broad grin on his ugly face, which was intended for
a conciliatory smile. The savage walked towards
Noddy with his hand extended, and with his mouth
stretched open from ear to ear, to denote the friendly
nature of his mission. The boy took the hand, and
tried to look as amiable as the visitor; but as his
mouth was not half so large, he probably met with
only a partial success.</p>
<p>"Americals?" said the savage, in tones so loud
that poor Mollie was actually frightened by the
sound.</p>
<p>He spoke in a nasal voice, as a man does who has
a cold in the head; but the lord of the isle was surprised
and pleased to hear even a single word of his
mother tongue. He pointed impressively to the
American flag, which had been hoisted on a pole, as
he had seen Captain McClintock do when he had a
slight difficulty with a custom-house officer at Barbadoes,
and politely replied that he and Mollie were
Americans.</p>
<p>"Big heap thigs," added the savage, pointing to
the tent filled with stores and merchandise.</p>
<p>"They are mine," said Noddy.</p>
<p>"Americals—yes."<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"What do you want?"</p>
<p>"Big wreck," said the visitor, pointing over to
the schooner. "Big lot mel ol the other islal."</p>
<p>"Americans?" asked Noddy, clearly understanding
the speaker, whose enunciation was principally
defective in the substitution of l's for n's.</p>
<p>"Four Americals; big storm; come in boat."</p>
<p>"Do you hear that, Mollie?" exclaimed Noddy.
"He says that four Americans came to the other
island in a boat."</p>
<p>"They must be some of the crew of the Roebuck."</p>
<p>"Big wreck; log time; fild it low," said the savage,
pointing to the schooner again.</p>
<p>They had been looking for the wreck from which
the four men had been saved, but had not been able
to find it before.</p>
<p>"Whale ship over there," added he. "Take four
mel off."</p>
<p>"Is she there now?" asked Noddy, breathless with
interest.</p>
<p>"Go sool—to-morrow—lext week."</p>
<p>This was not very definite; but the way to his
native land seemed to be open to him, and he listened
with deep emotion to the welcome intelligence.</p>
<p>"Can we go over there?" asked Noddy, pointing
to his companion.</p>
<p>"Go with we."</p>
<p>"We will."<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Big heap thigs," added the savage, pointing to
the storehouse again. "Walt to trade?"</p>
<p>"Yes; what will you give for the lot?" asked
Noddy, facetiously.</p>
<p>"Big heap thigs," replied the man, not comprehending
the wholesale trade.</p>
<p>It was of no use to attempt to bargain with these
people; they had no money, and they could help
themselves to what they pleased. Noddy gave them
heavy articles enough to load their boat, for he felt
that he had no further use for them, if there was a
whale ship at the other island. He questioned the
savage very closely in regard to the vessel, and was
satisfied that he spoke the truth. The welcome intelligence
that a portion of the Roebuck's crew had
been saved, rendered the exiles the more anxious to
visit the island.</p>
<p>The savages all landed and gazed at Mollie with
the utmost interest and curiosity. Probably they
had never before seen an American girl. But they
were respectful to her, and she soon ceased to be
afraid of them. She laughed with them, and soon
became quite intimate with the whole party. They
treated her like a superior being; and certainly her
pretty face and her gentle manners were quite
enough to inspire them with such an idea.</p>
<p>The savages had loaded their goods into the canoe,
and were ready to return. The man who spoke
English offered them a passage in his craft; but<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</SPAN></span>
Noddy decided that it would be better and safer for
them to go over in their own boat. He proceeded to
secure all his valuables, including all his own money
and that he had saved from the state-room of the
captain, which he concealed about his clothes. The
boat was well loaded with such articles as he thought
would be useful to Mollie, or would sell best when
a chance offered. He had quite a cargo, and the
savages began to be impatient before his preparations
were completed.</p>
<p>While he was thus employed, Mollie gathered fresh
flowers, and paid her last visit, as she supposed, to the
grave of her father. She wept there, as she thought
of leaving him in that far-off, lonely island; but she
was consoled by the belief that her father's spirit
dwelt in the happy land, where spring eternal ever
reigns.</p>
<p>The boat was ready; she wiped away her tears,
and stepped on board. Both of them felt sad at the
thought of leaving the island; but home had hopes
which reconciled them to the change.<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</SPAN></span></p>
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