"That's unfortunate, sir."
"We cannot expect to get things here, as though we were a hundred yards
from a grocer's shop. Now let us go to where we covered up the other
articles with sand."
The sand was shovelled up, and the barrels of beef and pork and the
deal boards found in good order, but many other things were quite
spoilt. About noon they had finished, and as they had plenty of time,
Mr. Seagrave took the bearings of the different points of land with the
compasses. They then shouldered their muskets, and set off on their
return.
They gained the house in the bay, and having rested a little while at
the storehouse, they proceeded on their way to the tents in the meadow.
They had about half a mile to go, when Ready heard a noise, and made a
sign to Mr. Seagrave to stop. Ready, whispering to Mr. Seagrave that
the pigs were all close to them, loaded his musket; Mr. Seagrave did
the same, and they walked very softly to where they now heard their
grunting; they did not see them till they were within twenty yards, and
then they came upon the whole herd; the pigs raised their heads; the
old ones gave a loud grunt, and then, just as Ready fired his musket,
they all set off at full speed.
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