And while I am on this subject, or rather the subject that just preceded it - namely, the tides - I may here remark on another curious natural phenomenon.We found that there was little or no twilight in this island.We had a distinct remembrance of the charming long twilight at home, which some people think the most delightful part of the day, though for my part I have always preferred sunrise; and when we first landed, we used to sit down on some rocky point or eminence, at the close of our day's work, to enjoy the evening breeze; but no sooner had the sun sunk below the horizon than all became suddenly dark.This rendered it necessary that we should watch the sun when we happened to be out hunting, for to be suddenly left in the dark while in the woods was very perplexing, as, although the stars shone with great beauty and brilliancy, they could not pierce through the thick umbrageous boughs that interlaced above our heads.
But, to return: After having told all we could to Peterkin about the Diamond Cave under Spouting Cliff, as we named the locality, we were wending our way rapidly homewards, when a grunt and a squeal were borne down by the land breeze to our ears.
"That's the ticket!" was Peterkin's remarkable exclamation, as he started convulsively, and levelled his spear.
"Hist!" cried Jack; "these are your friends, Peterkin.They must have come over expressly to pay you a friendly visit, for it is the first time we have seen them on this side the island.""Come along!" cried Peterkin, hurrying towards the wood, while Jack and I followed, smiling at his impatience.
Another grunt and half a dozen squeals, much louder than before, came down the valley.At this time we were just opposite the small vale which lay between the Valley of the Wreck and Spouting Cliff.
"I say, Peterkin," cried Jack, in a hoarse whisper.
"Well, what is't?"
"Stay a bit, man.These grunters are just up there on the hill side.If you go and stand with Ralph in the lee of yon cliff, I'll cut round behind and drive them through the gorge, so that you'll have a better chance of picking out a good one.Now, mind you pitch into a fat young pig, Peterkin," added Jack, as he sprang into the bushes.
"Won't I, just!" said Peterkin, licking his lips, as we took our station beside the cliff."I feel quite a tender affection for young pigs in my heart.Perhaps it would be more correct to say in my s-.""There they come!" cried I, as a terrific yell from Jack sent the whole herd screaming down the hill.Now, Peterkin, being unable to hold back, crept a short way up a very steep grassy mound, in order to get a better view of the hogs before they came up; and just as he raised his head above its summit, two little pigs, which had outrun their companions, rushed over the top with the utmost precipitation.One of these brushed close past Peterkin's ear; the other, unable to arrest its headlong flight, went, as Peterkin himself afterwards expressed it, "bash" into his arms with a sudden squeal, which was caused more by the force of the blow than the will of the animal, and both of them rolled violently down to the foot of the mound.No sooner was this reached than the little pig recovered its feet, tossed up its tail, and fled shrieking from the spot.But I slang a large stone after it, which, being fortunately well aimed, hit it behind the ear, and felled it to the earth.
"Capital, Ralph! that's your sort!" cried Peterkin, who, to my surprise and great relief, had risen to his feet.Apparently unhurt, though much dishevelled, he rushed franticly towards the gorge, which the yells of the hogs told us they were now approaching.I had made up my mind that I would abstain from killing another, as, if Peterkin should be successful, two were more than sufficient for our wants at the present time.Suddenly they all burst forth, - two or three little round ones in advance, and an enormous old sow with a drove of hogs at her heels.
"Now, Peterkin," said I, "there's a nice little fat one; just spear it."But Peterkin did not move; he allowed it to pass unharmed.Ilooked at him in surprise, and saw that his lips were compressed and his eyebrows knitted, as if he were about to fight with some awful enemy.
"What is it?" I inquired, with some trepidation.
Suddenly he levelled his spear, darted forward, and, with a yell that nearly froze the blood in my veins, stabbed the old sow to the heart.Nay, so vigorously was it done that the spear went in at one side and came out at the other!
"Oh, Peterkin!" said I, going up to him, "what have you done?""Done? I've killed their great-great-grandmother, that's all,"said he, looking with a somewhat awe-struck expression at the transfixed animal.
"Hallo! what's this?" said Jack, as he came up."Why, Peterkin, you must be fond of a tough chop.If you mean to eat this old hog, she'll try your jaws, I warrant.What possessed you to stick HER, Peterkin?""Why, the fact is I want a pair of shoes.""What have your shoes to do with the old hog?' said I, smiling.
"My present shoes have certainly nothing to do with her," replied Peterkin; "nevertheless she will have a good deal to do with my future shoes.The fact is, when I saw you floor that pig so neatly, Ralph, it struck me that there was little use in killing another.Then I remembered all at once that I had long wanted some leather or tough substance to make shoes of, and this old grandmother seemed so tough that I just made up my mind to stick her, and you see I've done it!""That you certainly have, Peterkin," said Jack, as he was examining the transfixed animal.
We now considered how we were to carry our game home, for, although the distance was short, the hog was very heavy.At length we hit on the plan of tying its four feet together, and passing the spear handle between them.Jack took one end on his shoulder, I took the other on mine, and Peterkin carried the small pig.
Thus we returned in triumph to our bower, laden, as Peterkin remarked, with the glorious spoils of a noble hunt.As he afterwards spoke in similarly glowing terms in reference to the supper that followed, there is every reason to believe that we retired that night to our leafy beds in a high state of satisfaction.
