Mr. Seagrave had no opportunity of
firing, but Ready had shot one, which lay kicking and struggling under
a cocoa-nut tree.
"A piece of fresh pork will be quite a treat, Mr. Seagrave," said
Ready, as they walked up to where the animal was lying.
"It will, indeed, Ready," replied Mr. Seagrave; "we must contrive to
carry the beast home between us."
"We will sling it on the musket, sir, and it will not be very heavy. It
is one of those born on the island, and a very fine fellow for his
age."
The pig was soon slung, and they carried it between them. As they
cleared the wood, they perceived Mrs. Seagrave and William, who had
heard the report of the musket, and had come out to meet them.
William took the load from his father, who walked on with Mrs.
Seagrave.
"Well, William, what news have you?" said Ready.
"Why, very good, Ready. Yesterday evening, when I was tired of work, I
thought I would take the boat, and try if there was any fish to he
caught on this side of the island in the deep water, and I caught three
large ones, quite different from those we took among the reefs. We had
one for breakfast and dinner to-day, and it was excellent.
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