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Seagrave took his station on the plank, and was left to his own reflections; that they were not of the most pleasant kind may easily be imagined.
"Mr. Seagrave, sir," stammered Lang, the second man, perspiring horror, "your bedroom is full of humming birds and bats, sir, and I can't stand it no more!"
Seagrave, notched every log of cocoa-nut wood on both sides, where it was to meet with the one crossing it, so that, by laying log upon log alternately, they fitted pretty close, and had only to have the chinks between them filled in with cocoa-nut leaves twisted very tight, and forced between them: this was the work of William and Juno when no more logs were ready for carrying; and, by degrees, the house rose up from its foundation.
"Now, William, take good aim;" but before William could fire, Mr Seagrave, who had agreed to be stationed at the corner so that he might see if the savages went round to the other side, fired his musket, and the tall chief fell to the ground. Ready and William also fired, and two more of the savages were seen to drop amidst the yells of their companions.
Seagrave was to come to them and assist them in railing it in, and drawing the timber. This they expected would be all done in about a month; and during that time, as Mrs. Seagrave and Juno would be, for the greatest part of it, left at the house, they were to employ themselves in clearing the garden of weeds, and making preparation for fencing it in.
"Not the old ones, but they can the young ones, which are constantly dropping from the trees, and then there's plenty of roots for them. If we stay long here we shall soon have good sport hunting them; but we must be very careful; for although they were tame pigs when we brought them on shore, they will be wild and very savage in a very short time." "How must we hunt them?" said Mr Seagrave.
She never would, now. There was no selfishness in Kathleen Severn. But there was much in the Seagrave twins. The very method of their bringing up inculcated it; they had never had any chance to be otherwise. The "cultiwation of the indiwidool" had driven it into them, taught them the deification of self, forced them to consider their own importance above anything else in the world.
I might be taken ill I might hurt myself I am an old man, you know; and then I was thinking that if any accident was to happen to me, you might miss me that's all." "Pardon me," replied Mrs Seagrave; "a mother is foolish at times." "Over-anxious, ma'am, perhaps, but not foolish," replied Ready. "Well, then, William shall go with you, Ready; that point's settled," observed Mr.
"William will like the trip, I do not doubt. I do not recollect anything in particular that we want, Ready," replied Mrs Seagrave. "There he comes with Juno, and I see Mr Seagrave has laid down his spade; so Caroline, dear, take care of Albert, while I get the dinner for them."
"Well, mamma, I suppose I must write by the penny post, to let you know how I am." "Don't laugh at me, William. I do wish there was a penny post, and that you could write every day." Ready and William made every preparation for a continued absence. They took their blankets with them, and a small pot for cooking, and when all was prepared they bade Mr. and Mrs. Seagrave farewell.
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