"
"I'll try if I cannot shoot a pig or two," said William.
"Let it be a young one, then; we must not kill the old ones. Now I
think we may as well go back. Juno is carrying in the supper."
Before Mr. Seagrave and Ready started on the following morning, the
latter gave William directions as to the boat. The provisions and the
knapsack having been already prepared, they took leave of Mrs.
Seagrave, and set off, each armed with a musket, and Ready with his axe
slung over his shoulder. They had a long walk before them, as they had
first to find their way back to the house, and from thence had to walk
through the wood to the cove.
In two hours after leaving the house they reached the spot where they
had first landed. The rocks near to it were strewed with timber and
planks, which lay bleaching in the sun, or half-buried in the sand. Mr.
Seagrave sat down, and sighed deeply as he said, "Ready, the sight of
these timbers, of which the good ship Pacific was built, recalls
feelings which I had hoped to have dismissed from my mind; but I cannot
help them rising up. The remains of this vessel appear to me as the
last link between us and the civilised world, which we have been torn
from, and all my thoughts of home and country, and I may say all my
longing for them, are revived as strong as ever.
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