Through Forest and Stream The Quest of the Quetzal
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George Manville Fenn
George Manville Fenn (1831-1909) was an English author, journalist, and educator. Although he is best known for his boy’s adventure stories, Fenn authored over 175 books in his lifetime, including his very popular historical naval fiction for adult readers. Fenn wrote a number of weekly newspaper columns, and subsequently became the publisher of various magazines, many which became a platform for his social and economic views of Victorian England.
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Title: Through Forest and Stream
The Quest of the Quetzal
Author: George Manville Fenn
Release Date: November 15, 2007 [EBook #23497]
Language: English
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George Manville Fenn
Through Forest and Stream
Chapter One.
Why we were there.
The captain of the steamer stopped by where I was watching the flying fish fizz out of the blue-ink-like water, skim along for some distance, and drop in again, often, I believe, to be snapped up by some bigger fish; and he gave me a poke in the shoulder with one finger, so hard, that it hurt.
Yes?
I said, for he stood looking hard in my face, while I looked back harder in his, for it seemed such a peculiar way of addressing one, and his manner was more curious still.
He was naturally a smooth-faced man with a very browny-yellow skin, and he kept on passing the finger with which he had poked me over first one cheek and then over the other, just as if he were shaving himself without soap.
Then his speech seemed more peculiar than his manner, for he repeated my one word, only instead of pronouncing it yes, he turned it into yuss.
He looked so comic and puzzled that I smiled, and the smile became a laugh.
I was sorry directly after, because it seemed rude to one who had been very civil to me ever since we left Kingston Harbour.
’Tain’t nothing to laugh at, young feller,
he said, frowning. "I’ve been talking to him yonder, and I can’t make nothing of him. He’s a re-lay-tive of yours, isn’t he?"
Yes; my uncle,
I replied.
Well, I’m afraid he don’t know what he’s cut out for himself, and I think I ought to tell you, so as you may talk to him and bring him to his senses.
There’s no need,
I said, quickly.
Oh, yes, there is, my lad. He don’t know what he’s got before him, and it’s right that you should. He’s going shooting, isn’t he?
Yes.
Nattralist?
Yes.
Well, he don’t know what the parts are like where he’s going. Do you know what fevers is?
Oh, yes,
I replied; I’ve heard of them often.
Well, the coast yonder’s where they’re made, my lad. Natur’s got a big workshop all along there, and she makes yaller ones, and black ones; scarlet, too, I dessay, though I never see none there that colour.
Uncle’s a doctor,
I said, and he’ll know all about that.
But he’s going, he tells me, to shoot birds in the forests and up the rivers, and means to skin ’em, and he won’t do it.
Why not?
I said.
Why not? Because if the fevers don’t stop you both, the Injuns will; and if they don’t, you’ll get your boat capsized in the rivers or along the coast, or you’ll get lost in the woods and never be heerd of again.
Uncle’s an old, experienced traveller,
I said, and has been a great deal in South America.
You warn’t with him there, was you?
No,
I said; but I was with him in the East Indian Islands.
Then you tell him to stop about the West Indy Islands. He may get some birds there, but he won’t if he goes to the coast yonder. You tell him I say so.
What’s the use?
I said. Uncle has made his plans.
Oh, yes, and he thinks he’s going to do wonders with that cranky cockboat.
He turned and nodded his head contemptuously at our good-sized boat lashed on the deck amidships.
It was the best he could get in Port Royal Harbour,
I said, and all the better for being rather small.
Why?
said the captain.
Easier to manage. We can go up the rivers in her, or sail along the coast.
You’ll get snagged in the rivers, and pitched into the sea if you try to coast along. Oh, here he is!
For at that moment Uncle Dick, looking particularly eager and inquiring, came up to where we stood.
Well, captain,
he said, having a word with my nephew about our boat?
That’s so, sir,
was the reply, and about that venture of yours. You take my advice, now, and just go from port to port with me, and you can buy all you want for a few dollars; and that’ll be better than going up country and catching fevers. There’s lots o’ bird-skins to be bought.
Uncle Dick laughed good-humouredly.
Why, captain,
he said, I might just as well have stopped in London and bought a few bird-skins down by the docks.
A deal better, doctor. You don’t know what you’re cutting out for yourself.
We should come off badly for natural history specimens, captain, if people followed your advice.
Quite well enough, doctor. I don’t see much good in stuffed birds.
Ah, well, captain,
said my uncle, we will not argue about that. You land us and our boat where I said.
Do you know what sort of a place it is, sir?
Pretty well,
replied my uncle. I shall know better when we reach it.
All right, sir. You’re my passenger, and I’ll keep to my bargain. But don’t you blame me if anything goes wrong.
I never shall, believe me,
said my uncle.
You won’t,
said the captain, and he walked aft, shaking his head as if our case was hopeless.
Our friend is not very encouraging, Nat,
said my uncle. He believes that he knows better than we do, but I think we shall manage all the same. At any rate, we’ll try.
How far are we from the coast?
I asked.
Not above a day’s run,
said my uncle; so have all your traps ready for putting in the boat at any moment.
Everything is ready, uncle,
I said.
That’s right. I shall be glad to get ashore and to work.
Not more glad than I shall be, uncle,
I said. I’m sick of being cooped up on board ship with this skipper—there, he’s at it again.
The voice of the captain in a furious passion abusing someone, followed by the sound of a blow and a yelp such as a dog would give when kicked, made Uncle Dick frown.
The brute!
he muttered. How he does knock that poor lad about.
It’s shameful, uncle,
I said, passionately, if we stop on board much longer I shall tell him he’s what you said.
No, hold your tongue, Nat,
said my uncle. We have no right to interfere. He has often made my blood boil. Ah! don’t laugh. I mean feel hot, sir.
I wasn’t going to laugh, uncle,
I said. It makes me wonder, though, how boys can want to come to sea.
All captains are not like our friend yonder,
said Uncle Dick. But it seems to me that he’s a tyrant to everyone on board. Who’s being bullied now?
For just then sharp words were being exchanged, and a gruff voice cried:
Do. You hit me, and skipper or no skipper, I’ll give it you back with interest!
What! you mutinous dog!
shouted the captain. Here, boy, go down and fetch my revolver from the cabin.
Bah!
came in a loud voice. You daren’t use it. If you did, the crew would put you in irons.
The ship’s carpenter came by where we were stood, scowling fiercely at us both, walked to the forecastle hatch, and went below.
Yes, Nat,
said my uncle, I think we shall be happier out in the woods. Don’t you wish we had Ebo here?
I’ve often wished it, uncle,
I said. But perhaps we may pick up just such a fellow out yonder.
Such pieces of luck don’t happen twice to the same people. Hullo, here’s poor Doldrums. Well, my lad, in trouble again?
The ship’s boy, a sallow, dirty-looking lad of about eighteen, but stunted and, dwarfed for his age, came shuffling by us, to follow the carpenter, and he held one hand to his eye and spoke in answer with his face half averted.
Trouble again, sir?
said the poor fellow, half piteously, half in anger; I aren’t never been out of it since we sailed.
What have you been doing? Here, let me look at your face.
Oh, never mind that, sir,
said the lad, shrinking.
But I do mind,
said my uncle. Let me see.
Uncle Dick did not wait for the boy to take down his hand, but drew it away, to show that the eye was red and swollen up.
Did the captain do that?
I said.
The lad nodded, and his forehead filled with lines.
What had you been about?
Nothing, sir,
said the lad bitterly.
Then what had you left undone?
I dunno, sir. I try all day long to do what the skipper wants, but it’s always kicks when it arn’t blows; and when it’s neither he’s always swearing at me. I wish I was dead!
he cried passionately.
Stop here,
cried Uncle Dick, sharply, for the lad was moving off, with his eye covered up again.
Regularly cowed, the lad stopped short, flinching the while.
Don’t do that,
said Uncle Dick. I was not going to strike you.
No, sir, but everybody else does, ’cept the carpenter. But I don’t care now; I shall go overboard and end it.
Why?
said Uncle Dick.
Why, sir? What’s the good o’ living such a life as this?
This ship is not the whole world, my lad, and all the people are not like the captain.
The lad looked half wonderingly at my uncle, and then turned to me with so pitiful a look that I felt ready to take the poor fellow’s part the next time he was in trouble.
Everyone nearly seems the same to me,
he said drearily. I don’t know why I come to sea. Thought it was all going to be adventures and pleasure, and it’s all kicks and blows, just because I’m a boy.
The poor fellow looked enviously at me, and sniffing loudly, walked on.
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