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The Sea Fairies - ebook
Enchanting fantasy novel from creator of beloved „Oz” stories L. Frank Baum whisks young readers away on an exciting underwater adventure! „The Sea Fairies” (1911) was designed as the first volume in a new series for children, to replace the „Oz books”. It was followed by „Sky Island” in 1912. Trot, the hero of the tales is a girl, like Dorothy in the „Oz” stories. An old captain, peg-legged Cap’n Bill taught her to love the sea. The sailor told her that „mermaids is fairies, and ain’t meant to be seen by us mortal folk”. One day while out sailing around, the pair is greeted by a beautiful mermaid who extends an invitation for them to come and visit their underwater kingdom and even become mermaids themselves for the adventure. The mermaids are hospitable and introduce them to the ways and other fantastic creatures of the sea. But as they make their way from place to place they must be cautious of the evil, magic sea serpent Zog...
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| Język: | Angielski |
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| ISBN: | 978-83-8200-123-5 |
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Contents
CHAPTER 1. TROT AND CAP'N BILL
CHAPTER 2. THE MERMAIDS
CHAPTER 3. THE DEPTHS OF THE DEEP BLUE SEA
CHAPTER 4. THE PALACE OF QUEEN AQUAREINE
CHAPTER 5. THE SEA-SERPENT
CHAPTER 6. EXPLORING THE OCEAN
CHAPTER 7. THE ARISTOCRATIC CODFISH
CHAPTER 8. A BANQUET UNDER WATER
CHAPTER 9. THE BASHFUL OCTOPUS
CHAPTER 10. THE UNDISCOVERED ISLAND
CHAPTER 11. ZOG THE TERRIBLE AND HIS SEA DEVILS
CHAPTER 12. THE ENCHANTED ISLAND
CHAPTER 13. PRISONERS OF THE SEA MONSTER
CHAPTER 14. CAP'N JOE AND CAP'N BILL
CHAPTER 15. THE MAGIC OF THE MERMAIDS
CHAPTER 16. THE TOP OF THE GREAT DOME
CHAPTER 17. THE QUEEN'S GOLDEN SWORD
CHAPTER 18. A DASH FOR LIBERTY
CHAPTER 19. KING ANKO TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER 20. THE HOME OF THE OCEAN MONARCH
CHAPTER 21. KING JOE
CHAPTER 22. TROT LIVES TO TELL THE TALETHE oceans are big and broad. I believe two-thirds of the earth’s surface is covered with water. What people inhabit this water has always been a subject of curiosity to the inhabitants of the land. Strange creatures come from the seas at times, and perhaps in the ocean depths are many, more strange than mortal eye has ever gazed upon.
This story is fanciful. In it the sea people talk and act much as we do, and the mermaids especially are not unlike the fairies with whom we have learned to be familiar. Yet they are real sea people, for all that, and with the exception of Zog the Magician they are all supposed to exist in the ocean’s depths.
I am told that some very learned people deny that mermaids or sea-serpents have ever inhabited the oceans, but it would be very difficult for them to prove such an assertion unless they had lived under the water as Trot and Cap’n Bill did in this story.
I hope my readers who have so long followed Dorothy’s adventures in the Land of Oz will be interested in Trot’s equally strange experiences. The ocean has always appealed to me as a veritable wonderland, and this story has been suggested to me many times by my young correspondents in their letters. Indeed, a good many children have implored me to “write something about the mermaids,” and I have willingly granted the request.
Hollywood, 1911.
L. FRANK BAUM.CHAPTER 1
TROT AND CAP’N BILL
“Nobody,” said Cap’n Bill solemnly, “ever sawr a mermaid an’ lived to tell the tale.”
“Why not?” asked Trot, looking earnestly up into the old sailor’s face.
They were seated on a bench built around a giant acacia tree that grew just at the edge of the bluff. Below them rolled the blue waves of the great Pacific. A little way behind them was the house, a neat frame cottage painted white and surrounded by huge eucalyptus and pepper trees. Still farther behind that–a quarter of a mile distant but built upon a bend of the coast–was the village, overlooking a pretty bay.
Cap’n Bill and Trot came often to this tree to sit and watch the ocean below them. The sailor man had one “meat leg” and one “hickory leg,” and he often said the wooden one was the best of the two. Once Cap’n Bill had commanded and owned the “Anemone,” a trading schooner that plied along the coast; and in those days Charlie Griffiths, who was Trot’s father, had been the Captain’s mate. But ever since Cap’n Bill’s accident, when he lost his leg, Charlie Griffiths had been the captain of the little schooner while his old master lived peacefully ashore with the Griffiths family.
This was about the time Trot was born, and the old sailor became very fond of the baby girl. Her real name was Mayre, but when she grew big enough to walk, she took so many busy little steps every day that both her mother and Cap’n Bill nicknamed her “Trot,” and so she was thereafter mostly called.
It was the old sailor who taught the child to love the sea, to love it almost as much as he and her father did, and these two, who represented the “beginning and the end of life,” became firm friends and constant companions.
“Why hasn’t anybody seen a mermaid and lived?” asked Trot again.
“‘Cause mermaids is fairies, an’ ain’t meant to be seen by us mortal folk,” replied Cap’n Bill.
“But if anyone happens to see ‘em, what then, Cap’n?”
“Then,” he answered, slowly wagging his head, “the mermaids give ’em a smile an’ a wink, an’ they dive into the water an’ gets drownded.”
“S’pose they knew how to swim, Cap’n Bill?”
“That don’t make any diff’rence, Trot. The mermaids live deep down, an’ the poor mortals never come up again.”
The little girl was thoughtful for a moment. “But why do folks dive in the water when the mermaids smile an’ wink?” she asked.
“Mermaids,” he said gravely, “is the most beautiful creatures in the world–or the water, either. You know what they’re like, Trot, they’s got a lovely lady’s form down to the waist, an’ then the other half of ‘em’s a fish, with green an’ purple an’ pink scales all down it.”
“Have they got arms, Cap’n Bill?”
“‘Course, Trot; arms like any other lady. An’ pretty faces that smile an’ look mighty sweet an’ fetchin’. Their hair is long an’ soft an’ silky, an’ floats all around ’em in the water. When they comes up atop the waves, they wring the water out’n their hair and sing songs that go right to your heart. If anybody is unlucky enough to be ‘round jes’ then, the beauty o’ them mermaids an’ their sweet songs charm ’em like magic; so’s they plunge into the waves to get to the mermaids. But the mermaids haven’t any hearts, Trot, no more’n a fish has; so they laughs when the poor people drown an’ don’t care a fig. That’s why I says, an’ I says it true, that nobody never sawr a mermaid an’ lived to tell the tale.”
“Nobody?” asked Trot.
“Nobody a tall.”
“Then how do you know, Cap’n Bill?” asked the little girl, looking up into his face with big, round eyes.
Cap’n Bill coughed. Then he tried to sneeze, to gain time. Then he took out his red cotton handkerchief and wiped his bald head with it, rubbing hard so as to make him think clearer. “Look, Trot; ain’t that a brig out there?” he inquired, pointing to a sail far out in the sea.
“How does anybody know about mermaids if those who have seen them never lived to tell about them?” she asked again.
“Know what about ‘em, Trot?”
“About their green and pink scales and pretty songs and wet hair.”
“They don’t know, I guess. But mermaids jes’ natcherly has to be like that, or they wouldn’t be mermaids.”
She thought this over. “Somebody MUST have lived, Cap’n Bill,” she declared positively. “Other fairies have been seen by mortals; why not mermaids?”
“P’raps they have, Trot, p’raps they have,” he answered musingly. “I’m tellin’ you as it was told to me, but I never stopped to inquire into the matter so close before. Seems like folks wouldn’t know so much about mermaids if they hadn’t seen ’em; an’ yet accordin’ to all accounts the victim is bound to get drownded.”
“P’raps,” suggested Trot softly, “someone found a fotygraph of one of ’em.”
“That might o’ been, Trot, that might o’ been,” answered Cap’n Bill.
A nice man was Cap’n Bill, and Trot knew he always liked to explain everything so she could fully understand it. The aged sailor was not a very tall man, and some people might have called him chubby, or even fat. He wore a blue sailor shirt with white anchors worked on the corners of the broad, square collar, and his blue trousers were very wide at the bottom. He always wore one trouser leg over his wooden limb and sometimes it would flutter in the wind like a flag because it was so wide and the wooden leg so slender. His rough kersey coat was a pea-jacket and came down to his waistline. In the big pockets of his jacket he kept a wonderful jackknife, and his pipe and tobacco, and many bits of string, and matches and keys and lots of other things. Whenever Cap’n Bill thrust a chubby hand into one of his pockets, Trot watched him with breathless interest, for she never knew what he was going to pull out.
The old sailor’s face was brown as a berry. He had a fringe of hair around the back of his head and a fringe of whisker around the edge of his face, running from ear to ear and underneath his chin. His eyes were light blue and kind in expression. His nose was big and broad, and his few teeth were not strong enough to crack nuts with.
Trot liked Cap’n Bill and had a great deal of confidence in his wisdom, and a great admiration for his ability to make tops and whistles and toys with that marvelous jackknife of his. In the village were many boys and girls of her own age, but she never had as much fun playing with them as she had wandering by the sea accompanied by the old sailor and listening to his fascinating stories.
She knew all about the Flying Dutchman, and Davy Jones’ Locker, and Captain Kidd, and how to harpoon a whale or dodge an iceberg or lasso a seal. Cap’n Bill had been everywhere in the world, almost, on his many voyages. He had been wrecked on desert islands like Robinson Crusoe and been attacked by cannibals, and had a host of other exciting adventures. So he was a delightful comrade for the little girl, and whatever Cap’n Bill knew Trot was sure to know in time.
“How do the mermaids live?” she asked. “Are they in caves, or just in the water like fishes, or how?”
“Can’t say, Trot,” he replied. “I’ve asked divers about that, but none of ’em ever run acrost a mermaid’s nest yet, as I’ve heard of.”
“If they’re fairies,” she said, “their homes must be very pretty.”
“Mebbe so, Trot, but damp. They are sure to be damp, you know.”
“I’d like to see a mermaid, Cap’n Bill,” said the child earnestly.
“What, an’ git drownded?” he exclaimed.
“No, and live to tell the tale. If they’re beautiful, and laughing, and sweet, there can’t be much harm in them, I’m sure.”
“Mermaids is mermaids,” remarked Cap’n Bill in his most solemn voice. “It wouldn’t do us any good to mix up with ‘em, Trot.”
“May-re! May-re!” called a voice from the house.
“Yes, Mamma!”
“You an’ Cap’n Bill come in to supper.”CHAPTER 2
THE MERMAIDS
The next morning, as soon as Trot had helped wipe the breakfast dishes and put them away in the cupboard, the little girl and Cap’n Bill started out toward the bluff. The air was soft and warm and the sun turned the edges of the waves into sparkling diamonds. Across the bay the last of the fisherboats was speeding away out to sea, for well the fishermen knew this was an ideal day to catch rockbass, barracuda and yellowtail.
The old man and the young girl stood on the bluff and watched all this with interest. Here was their world. “It isn’t a bit rough this morning. Let’s have a boat ride, Cap’n Bill,” said the child.
“Suits me to a T,” declared the sailor. So they found the winding path that led down the face of the cliff to the narrow beach below and cautiously began the descent. Trot never minded the steep path or the loose rocks at all, but Cap’n Bill’s wooden leg was not so useful on a downgrade as on a level, and he had to be careful not to slip and take a tumble.
But by and by they reached the sands and walked to a spot just beneath the big acacia tree that grew on the bluff. Halfway to the top of the cliff hung suspended a little shed-like structure that sheltered Trot’s rowboat, for it was necessary to pull the boat out of reach of the waves which beat in fury against the rocks at high tide. About as high up as Cap’n Bill could reach was an iron ring securely fastened to the cliff, and to this ring was tied a rope. The old sailor unfastened the knot and began paying out the rope, and the rowboat came out of its shed and glided slowly downward to the beach. It hung on a pair of davits and was lowered just as a boat is lowered from a ship’s side. When it reached the sands, the sailor unhooked the ropes and pushed the boat to the water’s edge. It was a pretty little craft, light and strong, and Cap’n Bill knew how to sail it or row it, as Trot might desire.
Today they decided to row, so the girl climbed into the bow and her companion stuck his wooden leg into the water’s edge “so he wouldn’t get his foot wet” and pushed off the little boat as he climbed aboard. Then he seized the oars and began gently paddling.
“Whither away, Commodore Trot?” he asked gaily.
“I don’t care, Cap’n. It’s just fun enough to be on the water,” she answered, trailing one hand overboard. So he rowed around by the North Promontory, where the great caves were, and much as they were enjoying the ride, they soon began to feel the heat of the sun.
“That’s Dead Man’s Cave, ’cause a skellington was found there,” observed the child as they passed a dark, yawning mouth in the cliff. “And that’s Bumble Cave, ’cause the bumblebees make nests in the top of it. And here’s Smuggler’s Cave, ’cause the smugglers used to hide things in it.”
She knew all the caves well, and so did Cap’n Bill. Many of them opened just at the water’s edge, and it was possible to row their boat far into their dusky depths.
“And here’s Echo Cave,” she continued, dreamily, as they slowly moved along the coast, “and Giant’s Cave, and–oh, Cap’n Bill! Do you s’pose there were ever any giants in that cave?”
“‘Pears like there must o’ been, Trot, or they wouldn’t o’ named it that name,” he replied, pausing to wipe his bald head with the red handkerchief while the oars dragged in the water.
“We’ve never been into that cave, Cap’n,” she remarked, looking at the small hole in the cliff–an archway through which the water flowed. “Let’s go in now.”
“What for, Trot?”
“To see if there’s a giant there.”
“Hm. Aren’t you ‘fraid?”
“No, are you? I just don’t b’lieve it’s big enough for a giant to get into.”
“Your father was in there once,” remarked Cap’n Bill, “an’ he says it’s the biggest cave on the coast, but low down. It’s full o’ water, an’ the water’s deep down to the very bottom o’ the ocean; but the rock roof’s liable to bump your head at high tide.”
“It’s low tide now,” returned Trot. “And how could any giant live in there if the roof is so low down?”
“Why, he couldn’t, mate. I reckon they must have called it Giant’s Cave ’cause it’s so big, an’ not ’cause any giant man lived there.”
“Let’s go in,” said the girl again. “I’d like to ‘splore it.”
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CHAPTER 1. TROT AND CAP'N BILL
CHAPTER 2. THE MERMAIDS
CHAPTER 3. THE DEPTHS OF THE DEEP BLUE SEA
CHAPTER 4. THE PALACE OF QUEEN AQUAREINE
CHAPTER 5. THE SEA-SERPENT
CHAPTER 6. EXPLORING THE OCEAN
CHAPTER 7. THE ARISTOCRATIC CODFISH
CHAPTER 8. A BANQUET UNDER WATER
CHAPTER 9. THE BASHFUL OCTOPUS
CHAPTER 10. THE UNDISCOVERED ISLAND
CHAPTER 11. ZOG THE TERRIBLE AND HIS SEA DEVILS
CHAPTER 12. THE ENCHANTED ISLAND
CHAPTER 13. PRISONERS OF THE SEA MONSTER
CHAPTER 14. CAP'N JOE AND CAP'N BILL
CHAPTER 15. THE MAGIC OF THE MERMAIDS
CHAPTER 16. THE TOP OF THE GREAT DOME
CHAPTER 17. THE QUEEN'S GOLDEN SWORD
CHAPTER 18. A DASH FOR LIBERTY
CHAPTER 19. KING ANKO TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER 20. THE HOME OF THE OCEAN MONARCH
CHAPTER 21. KING JOE
CHAPTER 22. TROT LIVES TO TELL THE TALETHE oceans are big and broad. I believe two-thirds of the earth’s surface is covered with water. What people inhabit this water has always been a subject of curiosity to the inhabitants of the land. Strange creatures come from the seas at times, and perhaps in the ocean depths are many, more strange than mortal eye has ever gazed upon.
This story is fanciful. In it the sea people talk and act much as we do, and the mermaids especially are not unlike the fairies with whom we have learned to be familiar. Yet they are real sea people, for all that, and with the exception of Zog the Magician they are all supposed to exist in the ocean’s depths.
I am told that some very learned people deny that mermaids or sea-serpents have ever inhabited the oceans, but it would be very difficult for them to prove such an assertion unless they had lived under the water as Trot and Cap’n Bill did in this story.
I hope my readers who have so long followed Dorothy’s adventures in the Land of Oz will be interested in Trot’s equally strange experiences. The ocean has always appealed to me as a veritable wonderland, and this story has been suggested to me many times by my young correspondents in their letters. Indeed, a good many children have implored me to “write something about the mermaids,” and I have willingly granted the request.
Hollywood, 1911.
L. FRANK BAUM.CHAPTER 1
TROT AND CAP’N BILL
“Nobody,” said Cap’n Bill solemnly, “ever sawr a mermaid an’ lived to tell the tale.”
“Why not?” asked Trot, looking earnestly up into the old sailor’s face.
They were seated on a bench built around a giant acacia tree that grew just at the edge of the bluff. Below them rolled the blue waves of the great Pacific. A little way behind them was the house, a neat frame cottage painted white and surrounded by huge eucalyptus and pepper trees. Still farther behind that–a quarter of a mile distant but built upon a bend of the coast–was the village, overlooking a pretty bay.
Cap’n Bill and Trot came often to this tree to sit and watch the ocean below them. The sailor man had one “meat leg” and one “hickory leg,” and he often said the wooden one was the best of the two. Once Cap’n Bill had commanded and owned the “Anemone,” a trading schooner that plied along the coast; and in those days Charlie Griffiths, who was Trot’s father, had been the Captain’s mate. But ever since Cap’n Bill’s accident, when he lost his leg, Charlie Griffiths had been the captain of the little schooner while his old master lived peacefully ashore with the Griffiths family.
This was about the time Trot was born, and the old sailor became very fond of the baby girl. Her real name was Mayre, but when she grew big enough to walk, she took so many busy little steps every day that both her mother and Cap’n Bill nicknamed her “Trot,” and so she was thereafter mostly called.
It was the old sailor who taught the child to love the sea, to love it almost as much as he and her father did, and these two, who represented the “beginning and the end of life,” became firm friends and constant companions.
“Why hasn’t anybody seen a mermaid and lived?” asked Trot again.
“‘Cause mermaids is fairies, an’ ain’t meant to be seen by us mortal folk,” replied Cap’n Bill.
“But if anyone happens to see ‘em, what then, Cap’n?”
“Then,” he answered, slowly wagging his head, “the mermaids give ’em a smile an’ a wink, an’ they dive into the water an’ gets drownded.”
“S’pose they knew how to swim, Cap’n Bill?”
“That don’t make any diff’rence, Trot. The mermaids live deep down, an’ the poor mortals never come up again.”
The little girl was thoughtful for a moment. “But why do folks dive in the water when the mermaids smile an’ wink?” she asked.
“Mermaids,” he said gravely, “is the most beautiful creatures in the world–or the water, either. You know what they’re like, Trot, they’s got a lovely lady’s form down to the waist, an’ then the other half of ‘em’s a fish, with green an’ purple an’ pink scales all down it.”
“Have they got arms, Cap’n Bill?”
“‘Course, Trot; arms like any other lady. An’ pretty faces that smile an’ look mighty sweet an’ fetchin’. Their hair is long an’ soft an’ silky, an’ floats all around ’em in the water. When they comes up atop the waves, they wring the water out’n their hair and sing songs that go right to your heart. If anybody is unlucky enough to be ‘round jes’ then, the beauty o’ them mermaids an’ their sweet songs charm ’em like magic; so’s they plunge into the waves to get to the mermaids. But the mermaids haven’t any hearts, Trot, no more’n a fish has; so they laughs when the poor people drown an’ don’t care a fig. That’s why I says, an’ I says it true, that nobody never sawr a mermaid an’ lived to tell the tale.”
“Nobody?” asked Trot.
“Nobody a tall.”
“Then how do you know, Cap’n Bill?” asked the little girl, looking up into his face with big, round eyes.
Cap’n Bill coughed. Then he tried to sneeze, to gain time. Then he took out his red cotton handkerchief and wiped his bald head with it, rubbing hard so as to make him think clearer. “Look, Trot; ain’t that a brig out there?” he inquired, pointing to a sail far out in the sea.
“How does anybody know about mermaids if those who have seen them never lived to tell about them?” she asked again.
“Know what about ‘em, Trot?”
“About their green and pink scales and pretty songs and wet hair.”
“They don’t know, I guess. But mermaids jes’ natcherly has to be like that, or they wouldn’t be mermaids.”
She thought this over. “Somebody MUST have lived, Cap’n Bill,” she declared positively. “Other fairies have been seen by mortals; why not mermaids?”
“P’raps they have, Trot, p’raps they have,” he answered musingly. “I’m tellin’ you as it was told to me, but I never stopped to inquire into the matter so close before. Seems like folks wouldn’t know so much about mermaids if they hadn’t seen ’em; an’ yet accordin’ to all accounts the victim is bound to get drownded.”
“P’raps,” suggested Trot softly, “someone found a fotygraph of one of ’em.”
“That might o’ been, Trot, that might o’ been,” answered Cap’n Bill.
A nice man was Cap’n Bill, and Trot knew he always liked to explain everything so she could fully understand it. The aged sailor was not a very tall man, and some people might have called him chubby, or even fat. He wore a blue sailor shirt with white anchors worked on the corners of the broad, square collar, and his blue trousers were very wide at the bottom. He always wore one trouser leg over his wooden limb and sometimes it would flutter in the wind like a flag because it was so wide and the wooden leg so slender. His rough kersey coat was a pea-jacket and came down to his waistline. In the big pockets of his jacket he kept a wonderful jackknife, and his pipe and tobacco, and many bits of string, and matches and keys and lots of other things. Whenever Cap’n Bill thrust a chubby hand into one of his pockets, Trot watched him with breathless interest, for she never knew what he was going to pull out.
The old sailor’s face was brown as a berry. He had a fringe of hair around the back of his head and a fringe of whisker around the edge of his face, running from ear to ear and underneath his chin. His eyes were light blue and kind in expression. His nose was big and broad, and his few teeth were not strong enough to crack nuts with.
Trot liked Cap’n Bill and had a great deal of confidence in his wisdom, and a great admiration for his ability to make tops and whistles and toys with that marvelous jackknife of his. In the village were many boys and girls of her own age, but she never had as much fun playing with them as she had wandering by the sea accompanied by the old sailor and listening to his fascinating stories.
She knew all about the Flying Dutchman, and Davy Jones’ Locker, and Captain Kidd, and how to harpoon a whale or dodge an iceberg or lasso a seal. Cap’n Bill had been everywhere in the world, almost, on his many voyages. He had been wrecked on desert islands like Robinson Crusoe and been attacked by cannibals, and had a host of other exciting adventures. So he was a delightful comrade for the little girl, and whatever Cap’n Bill knew Trot was sure to know in time.
“How do the mermaids live?” she asked. “Are they in caves, or just in the water like fishes, or how?”
“Can’t say, Trot,” he replied. “I’ve asked divers about that, but none of ’em ever run acrost a mermaid’s nest yet, as I’ve heard of.”
“If they’re fairies,” she said, “their homes must be very pretty.”
“Mebbe so, Trot, but damp. They are sure to be damp, you know.”
“I’d like to see a mermaid, Cap’n Bill,” said the child earnestly.
“What, an’ git drownded?” he exclaimed.
“No, and live to tell the tale. If they’re beautiful, and laughing, and sweet, there can’t be much harm in them, I’m sure.”
“Mermaids is mermaids,” remarked Cap’n Bill in his most solemn voice. “It wouldn’t do us any good to mix up with ‘em, Trot.”
“May-re! May-re!” called a voice from the house.
“Yes, Mamma!”
“You an’ Cap’n Bill come in to supper.”CHAPTER 2
THE MERMAIDS
The next morning, as soon as Trot had helped wipe the breakfast dishes and put them away in the cupboard, the little girl and Cap’n Bill started out toward the bluff. The air was soft and warm and the sun turned the edges of the waves into sparkling diamonds. Across the bay the last of the fisherboats was speeding away out to sea, for well the fishermen knew this was an ideal day to catch rockbass, barracuda and yellowtail.
The old man and the young girl stood on the bluff and watched all this with interest. Here was their world. “It isn’t a bit rough this morning. Let’s have a boat ride, Cap’n Bill,” said the child.
“Suits me to a T,” declared the sailor. So they found the winding path that led down the face of the cliff to the narrow beach below and cautiously began the descent. Trot never minded the steep path or the loose rocks at all, but Cap’n Bill’s wooden leg was not so useful on a downgrade as on a level, and he had to be careful not to slip and take a tumble.
But by and by they reached the sands and walked to a spot just beneath the big acacia tree that grew on the bluff. Halfway to the top of the cliff hung suspended a little shed-like structure that sheltered Trot’s rowboat, for it was necessary to pull the boat out of reach of the waves which beat in fury against the rocks at high tide. About as high up as Cap’n Bill could reach was an iron ring securely fastened to the cliff, and to this ring was tied a rope. The old sailor unfastened the knot and began paying out the rope, and the rowboat came out of its shed and glided slowly downward to the beach. It hung on a pair of davits and was lowered just as a boat is lowered from a ship’s side. When it reached the sands, the sailor unhooked the ropes and pushed the boat to the water’s edge. It was a pretty little craft, light and strong, and Cap’n Bill knew how to sail it or row it, as Trot might desire.
Today they decided to row, so the girl climbed into the bow and her companion stuck his wooden leg into the water’s edge “so he wouldn’t get his foot wet” and pushed off the little boat as he climbed aboard. Then he seized the oars and began gently paddling.
“Whither away, Commodore Trot?” he asked gaily.
“I don’t care, Cap’n. It’s just fun enough to be on the water,” she answered, trailing one hand overboard. So he rowed around by the North Promontory, where the great caves were, and much as they were enjoying the ride, they soon began to feel the heat of the sun.
“That’s Dead Man’s Cave, ’cause a skellington was found there,” observed the child as they passed a dark, yawning mouth in the cliff. “And that’s Bumble Cave, ’cause the bumblebees make nests in the top of it. And here’s Smuggler’s Cave, ’cause the smugglers used to hide things in it.”
She knew all the caves well, and so did Cap’n Bill. Many of them opened just at the water’s edge, and it was possible to row their boat far into their dusky depths.
“And here’s Echo Cave,” she continued, dreamily, as they slowly moved along the coast, “and Giant’s Cave, and–oh, Cap’n Bill! Do you s’pose there were ever any giants in that cave?”
“‘Pears like there must o’ been, Trot, or they wouldn’t o’ named it that name,” he replied, pausing to wipe his bald head with the red handkerchief while the oars dragged in the water.
“We’ve never been into that cave, Cap’n,” she remarked, looking at the small hole in the cliff–an archway through which the water flowed. “Let’s go in now.”
“What for, Trot?”
“To see if there’s a giant there.”
“Hm. Aren’t you ‘fraid?”
“No, are you? I just don’t b’lieve it’s big enough for a giant to get into.”
“Your father was in there once,” remarked Cap’n Bill, “an’ he says it’s the biggest cave on the coast, but low down. It’s full o’ water, an’ the water’s deep down to the very bottom o’ the ocean; but the rock roof’s liable to bump your head at high tide.”
“It’s low tide now,” returned Trot. “And how could any giant live in there if the roof is so low down?”
“Why, he couldn’t, mate. I reckon they must have called it Giant’s Cave ’cause it’s so big, an’ not ’cause any giant man lived there.”
“Let’s go in,” said the girl again. “I’d like to ‘splore it.”
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