Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 56 of 116
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58 ON THE DEEP. the shores. In a short time the party were safely landed, and, motioning to them to follow, the native commenced to thread a narrow, winding path leading between thick clumps of shrubbery, among which the banana plant, loaded with its “vellow treasures,” frequently pleased the eye. The men plucked and ate the fruit, as they pursued their way, and they were almost sorry when they entered a thick grove of bread- fruit trees, where the earth, though beautiful in a moist carpet of long waving grass and curious flowers, was yet devoid of the profitable plant which had afforded them so much enjoyment. Leading them on a quarter of an hour longer, the native suddenly paused in front of a high rock, situated in a forest of cocoanut trees, and half-hidden by clambering vines and thick masses of shrubbery. Pushing aside the interlacing branches and leaves of a couple of young, curiously-shaped trees, he now disclosed the entrance to a large cave. The interior space “of ground was thickly strewn with leaves, and in one corner there were a few mats, “Dere,” said’ Mono, with a smile, “Go in dere all my ‘felengs,” and Malay no come to trouble. Plenty warrior— plenty spear and club on dis island. S’pose come? drive ’way quick. Glad to go back to schooner !” “ Really,” said the professor of languages, as the party moved into the cave, “this is quite romantic !” “Tt is sartainly encouraging to find ourselves in this com- fortable diploma!’ cried Block, rubbing his hands, “ these islanders know what’s good for ’em.” | “ T hope,” said Capstan, “that our friend won’t forget us.” “ Oh, nome no forget. Before many hour, come’ again, and bring plenty to eat—banana; cocoanut, and fish. You all right—no fear.” After he had gone, Capstan drew forth his spy-glass, and placed it under his arm. “T am going, Block,’ he whispered, “to the top of the rock to get andther look at the schooner. If any thing hap- pens, you can call me. Keep your eye on the men, and don’t let em stir from this spot,” “ Ay, ay, sir, my secretion may be relied upon,” responded the mate, with a how. The skipper left the cave, and was soon on the summit of comicbooks.com