it would appear to be almost an essential element in life that man should indulge in speech. of course we cannot prove this, seeing that we have never been cast alone on a desert island (although we have been next thing to it), and cannot positively conclude what would have been the consequences to our castaway if he had rigidly refrained from speech. all that we can ground an opinion on is the fact that john jarwin talked as much and as earnestly to his dog as if he knew that that sagacious creature understood every word he uttered. indeed, he got into such a habit of doing this, that it is very probable he might have come to believe that cuffy really did understand, though he was not gifted with the power to reply. if it be true that jarwin came to this state of credulity, certain it is that cuffy was deeply to blame in the matter, because the way in which that ridiculous hypocrite sat before his master, and looked up in his face with his lustrous, intelligent eyes, and cocked his ears, and wagged his tail, and smiled, might have deceived a much less superstitious man than a british tar.
we have said that cuffy smiled, advisedly. some people might object to the word, and say that he only “snickered,” or made faces. that, we hold, is a controvertible question. cuffy’s facial contortions looked like smiling. they came very often inappropriately, and during parts of jarwin’s discourse when no smile should have been called forth; but if that be sufficient to prove that cuffy was not smiling, then, on the same ground, we hold that a large proportion of those ebullitions which convulse the human countenance are not smiles but unmeaning grins. be this as it may, cuffy smiled, snickered, or grinned amazingly, during the long discourses that were delivered to him by his master, and indeed looked so wonderfully human in his knowingness, that it only required a speaking tongue and a shaved face to constitute him an unanswerable proof of the truth of the darwinian theory of the origin of the human species.
“cuffy,” said jarwin, panting, as he reached the summit of his island, and sat down on its pinnacle rock, “that’s a splendid view, ain’t it?”
to any one save a cynic or a misanthrope, cuffy replied with eye and tail, “it is magnificent.”
“but you’re not looking at it,” objected jarwin, “you’re looking straight up in my face; so how can you tell what it’s like, doggie?”
“i see it all,” replied cuffy with a grin; “all reflected in the depths of your two loving eyes.”
of course jarwin lost this pretty speech in consequence of its being a mute reply, but he appeared to have some intuitive perception of it, for he stooped down and patted the dog’s head affectionately.
after this there was a prolonged silence, during which the sailor gazed wistfully round the horizon. the scene was indeed one of surpassing beauty and grandeur. the island on which he had been cast was one of those small coral gems which deck the breast of the pacific. it could not have been more than nine or ten miles in circumference, yet within this area there lay a miniature world. the mountain-top on which the seaman sat was probably eight or nine hundred feet above the level of the sea, and commanded a view of the whole island. on one side lay three lesser hills, covered to their summits with indescribably rich verdure, amongst which rose conspicuous the tall stems and graceful foliage of many cocoanut-palms. fruit-trees of various kinds glistened in the sunshine, and flowering shrubs in abundance lent additional splendour to the scene. on the other side of the mountain a small lake glittered like a jewel among the trees; and there numerous flocks of wild-fowl disported themselves in peaceful security. from the farther extremity of the lake flowed a rivulet, which, from the mountain-top, resembled a silver thread winding its way through miniature valleys, until lost in the light yellow sand of the sea-shore. on this beach there was not even a ripple, because of the deep calm which prevailed but on the ring or coral-reef, which completely encircled the island, those great “rollers”—which appear never to go down even in calm—fell from time to time with a long, solemn roar, and left an outer ring of milk-white foam. the blue lagoon between the reef and the island varied from a few yards to a quarter of a mile in breadth, and its quiet waters were like a sheet of glass, save where they were ruffled now and then by the diving of a sea-gull or the fin of a shark. birds of many kinds filled the grove with sweet sounds, and tended largely to dispel that feeling of intense loneliness which had been creeping that day over our seaman’s spirit.
“come, my doggie,” said jarwin, patting his dumb companion’s head, “if you and i are to dwell here for long, we’ve got a most splendid estate to look after. i only hope we won’t find south sea niggers in possession before us, for they’re not hospitable, cuffy, they ain’t hospitable, bein’ given, so i’m told, to prefer human flesh to most other kinds o’ wittles.”
he looked anxiously round in all directions at this point, as if the ideas suggested by his words were not particularly agreeable.
“no,” he resumed, after a short survey, “it don’t seem as if there was any of ’em here. anyhow i can’t see none, and most parts of the island are visible from this here mast-head.”
again the seaman became silent as he repeated his survey of the island; his hands, meanwhile, searching slowly, as if by instinct, round his pockets, and into their most minute recesses, if haply they might find an atom of tobacco. both hands and eyes, however, failed in their search; so, turning once more towards his dog, jarwin sat down and addressed it thus:—
“cuff, my doggie, don’t wink in that idiotical way, you hanimated bundle of oakum! and don’t wag yer tail so hard, else you’ll shake it off some fine day! well, cuff, here you an’ i are fixed—‘it may be for years, an’ it may be for ever’—as the old song says; so it behoves you and me to hold a consultation as to wot’s the best to be done for to make the most of our sukumstances. ah, doggie!” he continued in a low tone, looking pensively towards the horizon, “it’s little that my dear wife (your missus and mine, cuff) knows that her john has fallen heir to sitch an estate; become, so to speak, ‘monarch of all he surveys.’ o molly, molly, if you was only here, wot a paradise it would be! eden over again; adam an’ eve, without a’most no difference, barrin’ the clo’se, by the way, for if i ain’t mistaken, adam didn’t wear a straw hat and a blue jacket, with pumps and canvas ducks. leastwise, i’ve never heard that he did; an’ i’m quite sure that eve didn’t go to church on sundays in a gown wi’ sleeves like two legs o’ mutton, an’ a bonnet like a coal-scuttle. by the way, i don’t think they owned a doggie neither.”
at this point the terrier, who had gradually quieted down during the above soliloquy, gave a responsive wag of its tail, and looked up with a smile—a plain, obvious, unquestionable smile, which its master believed in most thoroughly.
“ah, you needn’t grin like that, cuff,” replied jarwin, “it’s quite certain that adam and eve had no doggie. no doubt they had plenty of wild ’uns—them as they giv’d names to—but they hadn’t a good little tame ’un like you, cuff; no, nor nobody else, for you’re the best dog in the world—if you’d only keep yer spanker-boom quiet; but you’ll shake it off, you will, if you go on like that. there, lie down, an’ let’s get on with our consultation. well, as i was sayin’ when you interrupted me, wot a happy life we could live here if we’d only got the old girl with us! i’d be king, you know, cuff, and she’d be queen, and we’d make you prime minister—you’re prime favourite already, you know. there now, if you don’t clap a stopper on that ere spanker-boom, i’ll have to lash it down. well, to proceed: we’d build a hut—or a palace—of turf an’ sticks, with a bunk alongside for you; an w’en our clo’se began for to wear out, we’d make pants and jackets and petticoats of cocoanut-fibre; for you must know i’ve often see’d mats made o’ that stuff, an’ splendid wear there’s in it too, though it would be rather rough for the skin at first; but we’d get used to that in coorse o’ time. only fancy mrs jarwin in a cocoanut-fibre petticoat with a palm-leaf hat, or somethink o’ that sort! an’, after all, it wouldn’t be half so rediklous as some o’ the canvas she’s used to spread on sundays.”
jarwin evidently thought his ideas somewhat ridiculous, for he paused at this point and chuckled, while cuffy sprang up and barked responsively.
while they were thus engaged, a gleam of white appeared on the horizon.
“sail ho!” shouted the sailor in the loud, full tones with which he was wont to announce such an appearance from the mast-head in days gone by.
oh, how earnestly he strained his eyes in the direction of that little speck! it might have been a sail; just as likely it was the wing of a sea-gull or an albatross. whatever it was, it grew gradually less until it sank out of view on the distant horizon. with it sank poor jarwin’s newly-raised hopes. still he continued to gaze intently, in the hope that it might reappear; but it did not. with a heavy sigh the sailor rose at length, wakened cuffy, who had gone to sleep, and descended the mountain.
this look-out on the summit of the island now became the regular place of resort for jarwin and his dumb, but invaluable companion. and so absorbed did the castaway become, in his contemplation of the horizon, and in his expectation of the heaving in sight of another sail, that he soon came to spend most of his time there. he barely gave himself time to cook and eat his breakfast before setting out for the spot, and frequently he remained there the livelong day, having carried up enough of provision to satisfy his hunger.
at first, while there, he employed himself in the erection of a rude flag-staff, and thus kept himself busy and reasonably cheerful. he cut the pole with some difficulty, his clasp-knife being but a poor substitute for an axe; then he bored a hole at the top to reave the halliards through. these latter he easily made by plaiting together threads of cocoanut-fibre, which were both tough and long. when ready, he set up and fixed the staff, and hoisted thereon several huge leaves of the palm-tree, which, in their natural size and shape, formed excellent flags.
when, however, all this was done, he was reduced to a state of idleness, and his mind began to dwell morbidly on the idea of being left to spend the rest of his days on the island. his converse with cuffy became so sad that the spirits of that sagacious and sympathetic dog were visibly affected. he did, indeed, continue to lick his master’s hand lovingly, and to creep close to his side on all occasions; but he ceased to wag his expressive tail with the violence that used to characterise that appendage in other days, and became less demonstrative in his conduct. all this, coupled with constant exposure in all sorts of weather—although jarwin was not easily affected by a breeze or a wet jacket—began at last to undermine the health of the stout seaman. he became somewhat gaunt and hollow-cheeked, and his beard and moustache, which of course he could not shave, and which, for a long time, presented the appearance of stubble, added to the lugubriosity of his aspect.
as a climax to his distress, he one day lost his dog! when it went off, or where it went to, he could not tell, but, on rousing up one morning and putting out his hand almost mechanically to give it the accustomed pat of salutation, he found that it was gone.
a thrill of alarm passed through his frame on making this discovery, and, leaping up, he began to shout its name. but no answering bark was heard. again and again he shouted, but in vain. without taking time to put on his coat, he ran to the top of the nearest eminence, and again shouted loud and long. still no answer.
a feeling of desperate anxiety now took possession of the man. the bare idea of being left in utter loneliness drove him almost distracted. for some time he ran hither and thither, calling passionately to his dog, until he became quite exhausted; then he sat down on a rock, and endeavoured to calm his spirit and consider what he should do. indulging in his tendency to think aloud, he said—
“come now, john, don’t go for to make a downright fool of yerself. cuffy has only taken a longer walk than usual. he’ll be home to breakfast; but you may as well look a bit longer, there’s no sayin’ wot may have happened. he may have felled over a precepiece or sprain’d his leg. don’t you give way to despair anyhow, john jarwin, but nail yer colours to the mast, and never say die.”
somewhat calmed by these encouraging exhortations, the sailor rose up and resumed his search in a more methodical way. going down to the sea, he walked thence up to the edge of the bush, gazing with the utmost intensity at the ground all the way, in the hope of discovering cuffy’s fresh footsteps; but none were to be seen.
“come,” said he, “it’s clear that you haven’t gone to the s’uth’ard o’ yer home; now, we’ll have a look to the nor’ard.”
here he was more successful. the prints of cuffy’s small paws were discovered on the wet sand bearing northward along shore. jarwin followed them up eagerly, but, coming to a place where the sand was hard and dry, and covered with thin grass, he lost them. turning back to where they were distinct, he recommenced the search. no red indian, in pursuit of friend or foe, ever followed up a trail with more intense eagerness than poor jarwin followed the track of his lost companion. he even began to develop, in quite a surprising way, some of the deep sagacity of the savage; for he came, before that day was over, not only to distinguish the prints of cuffy’s paws on pretty hard sand, where the impressions were very faint, but even on rough ground, where there were no distinct marks at all—only such indications as were afforded by the pressure of a dead leaf into soft ground, or the breaking of a fallen twig!
nevertheless, despite his care, anxiety, and diligence, jarwin failed to find his dog. he roamed all that day until his limbs were weary, and shouted till his voice was hoarse, but only echoes answered him. at last he sat down, overcome with fatigue and grief.
it had rained heavily during the latter part of the day and soaked him to the skin, but he heeded it not. towards evening the weather cleared up little, but the sun descended to the horizon in a mass of black clouds, which were gilded with (a) strange lurid light that presaged a storm; while sea-birds flew overhead and shrieked in wild excitement, as if they were alarmed at the prospect before them. but jarwin observed and cared for none of these things. he buried his face in his hands, and sat for some time perfectly motionless.
while seated thus, a cold shiver passed through his frame once or twice, and he felt unusually faint.
“humph!” said he, the second time this occurred, “strange sort o’ feelin’. never felt it before. no doubt it’s in consikince o’ goin’ without wittles all day. well, well,” he added, with a deep long-drawn sigh, “who’d have thought i’d lose ’ee, cuff, in this fashion. it’s foolish, no doubt, to take on like this, but i can’t help it somehow. i don’t believe i could feel much worse if i had lost my old ’ooman. it’s kurious, but i feels awful lonesome without ’ee, my doggie.”
he was interrupted by the shivering again, and was about to rise, when a long low wail struck on his ear. he listened intently. no statue ever sat more motionless on its pedestal than did jarwin during the next three minutes.
again the wail rose, faint and low at first, then swelling out into a prolonged loud cry, which, strange to say, seemed to be both distant and near.
john jarwin was not altogether free from superstition. his heart beat hard under the influence of a mingled feeling of hope and fear; but when he heard the cry the third time, he dismissed his fears, and, leaping up, hurried forward in the direction whence the sound appeared to come. the bushes were thick and difficult to penetrate, but he persevered on hearing a repetition of the wail, and was thus led into a part of the island which he had not formerly visited.
presently he came to something that appeared not unlike an old track; but, although the sun had not quite set, the place was so shut in by tangled bushes and trees that he could see nothing distinctly. suddenly he put his right foot on a mass of twigs, which gave way under his weight, and he made a frantic effort to recover himself. next moment, he fell headlong into a deep hole or pit at the bottom of which he lay stunned for some time. recovering, he found that no bones were broken, and after considerable difficulty, succeeded in scrambling out of the hole. just as he did so, the wail was again raised; but it sounded so strange, and so unlike any sound that cuffy could produce, that he was tempted to give up the search—all the more that his recent fall had so shaken his exhausted frame that he could scarcely walk.
while he stood irresolute, the wail was repeated, and, this time, there was a melancholy sort of “bow-wow” mingled with it, that sent the blood careering through his veins like wildfire. fatigue and hunger were forgotten. shouting the name of his dog, he bounded forward, and would infallibly have plunged head-foremost into another pit, at the bottom of which cuffy lay, had not that wise creature uttered a sudden bark of joy, which checked his master on the very brink.
“hallo! cuff, is that you, my doggie?”
“bow, wow, wow!” exclaimed cuffy in tones which there could be no mistaking, although the broken twigs and herbage which covered the mouth of the pit muffled them a good deal, and accounted for the strangeness of the creature’s howls when heard at a distance.
“why, where ever have ’ee got yourself into?” said jarwin, going down on his knees and groping carefully about the opening of the pit. “i do believe you’ve bin an’ got into a trap o’ some sort. the savages must have been here before us, doggie, and made more than one of ’em, for i’ve just comed out o’ one myself. hallo! there, i’m into another!” he exclaimed as the treacherous bank gave way, and he slipped in headlong, with a dire crash, almost smothering cuffy in his fall.
fortunately, no damage, beyond a few scratches, resulted either to dog or man, and in a few minutes more both stood upon firm ground.
it would be vain, reader to attempt to give you in detail all that john jarwin said and did on that great occasion, as he sat there on the ground caressing his dog as if it had been his own child. we leave it to your imagination!
when he had expended the first burst of feeling, he got up, and was about to retrace his steps, when he observed some bones lying near him. on examination, these proved to be the skeleton of a man. at first jarwin thought it must be that of a native; but he was startled to find among the dust on which the skeleton lay several brass buttons with anchors on them. that he stood beside the remains of a brother seaman, who had probably been cast on that island, as he himself had been, seemed very evident, and the thought filled him with strange depressing emotions. as it was by that time too dark to make further investigations, he left the place, intending to return next day; and, going as cautiously as possible out of the wood, returned to his abode, where he kindled a fire, gave cuffy some food, and prepared some for himself; but before he had tasted that food another of the shivering fits seized him. a strange feeling of being very ill, and a peculiar wandering of his mind, induced him to throw himself on his couch. the prolonged strain to which body and mind had been subjected had proved too much for him, and before morning he was stricken with a raging fever.
