ed Mr Seagrave, "William, dear, bring me the Bible."

CHAPTER FORTY TWO.

They were all up early the next morning, and breakfasted at an early
hour. The knapsacks and guns, and the other requisites for the journey,
were all prepared; William and Ready rose from the table, and taking an
affectionate leave of Mr and Mrs Seagrave, they started on their
journey. The sun was shining brilliantly, and the weather had become
warm; the ocean in the distance gleamed brightly, as its waters danced,
and the cocoa-nut trees moved their branches gracefully to the breeze.
They set off in high spirits, and having called the two shepherd dogs,
and driven back Vixen, who would have joined the party, they passed the
storehouse, and ascending the hill on the other side, they got their
hatchets ready to blaze the trees; and Ready having set his course by
his pocket compass, they were fairly on their way. For some time they
continued to cut the bark of the trees with their hatchets, without
speaking, and then Ready stopped again to look at his compass.

"I think the wood is thicker here than ever, Ready," observed William.

"Yes, sir, it is; but I suspect we are now in the thickest part of it,
right in the middle of the island; however, we shall soon see. We must
keep a little more away to the southward. We had better get on as fast
as we can. We shall have less work by and by, and then we can talk
better."

For half-an-hour they continued their way through the wood, and, as
Ready had observed, the trees became more distant from each other;
still, however, they could not see anything before them but the stems of
the cocoa-nuts. It was hard work, chopping the trees every second, and
their foreheads were moist with the exertion.

"I think we had better pull up for a few minutes, William; you will be
tired."

"I have not been so used to exercise, Ready, and therefore I feel it
more," replied William, wiping his face with his handkerchief. "I
should like to stop a few minutes. How long do you think it will be
before we are out of the wood?"

"Not half-an-hour more, sir, I should think; even before that, perhaps."

"What do you expect to find, Ready?"

"That's a difficult question to answer. I can tell you what I hope to
find, which is, a good space of clear ground between the beach and the
wood, where we may pasture our sheep and goats; and perhaps we may find
some other trees besides cocoa-nuts: at present, you know, we