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Updated: August 9, 2024
I got up Edith, who had already retired to her cabin, to look at it. She was as delighted as we were, and wanted us to have a bucketful brought on deck. Greatly to our surprise, the water in the bucket shone almost as brilliantly as it did in the ocean. The next day the wind changed, and the weather became much worse than it had been since we had been taken on board.
Leaving the dam, they went north for twenty-five miles over high sandhills and through scrubs, when they saw some fresh native tracks, and found a small and poor native well, in which there was only a bucketful or two of water.
He soon found one, and went upon his errand. Sybil followed him with two towels. They washed their hands and faces in the stream, and dried them on the towels. And then they went higher up the glen, and caught a bucketful of delightful water from the crystal spring that issued from the rocks. They returned to the chapel, and together they made the fire and prepared the breakfast.
A bucketful of the earth to be washed is thrown into the tray, and the person who is to rock the cradle taking a balerful of water, throws it uniformly on the mass in the tray, and keeps rocking and washing till the gold becomes obvious.
"Ah!" exclaimed the owner of those eyes, "at last the illustrious Captain is himself again. Are you suffering very acutely, noble sir?" "Suffering?" I whispered. "Rather! I ache as if I had been beaten to a jelly, and I am as thirsty as a as a limekiln. Can you by any chance get me something to drink? A bucketful will do to start with."
He had supposed that he would be given a gratuity of a thousand roubles straight away; whereas, instead of 'Drink and be merry, it was 'Wait, for the time is not yet. Thus, though his head had been full of soup plates and cutlets and English girls, he now descended the steps with his ears and his tail down looking, in fact, like a poodle over which the cook has poured a bucketful of water.
It was late at night when we reached the Cob tank, and all the water that had accumulated since we left was scarcely a bucketful. Though the sky was quite overcast, and rain threatened to fall nearly all night, yet none whatever came. The three horses were huddled up round the perfectly empty tank, having probably stood there all night. I determined to try down the creek.
We were all tired after making only about twelve miles, and camped in a rocky nook where we found a family of Hoonas in their bark hut beside their canoe. They presented us with potatoes and salmon and a big bucketful of berries, salmon-roe, and grease of some sort, probably fish-oil, which the crew consumed with wonderful relish.
Each bucketful we reckoned, by weight, to be worth twenty thousand English pounds, so that we had ransom to pay Montbar for salvaging our vessel, besides retaining enough to make us all rich men.
I drank pretty near a bucketful, and then said I was ready to go on. We went up the hill and then on some ten miles to a village standing in the heart of a wild country. Here I was tied to a post. Two of them went away and returned in a few minutes with a man they called El Chico.
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