CHAPTER XXXII.

Otago Witness, Issue 878, 26 September 1868, Page 19

CHAPTER XXXII.

The next day was Sunday. Hazel had kept a calendar of the week, and every seventh day was laid aside with jealousy, to be devoted to such simple religious exercises as he could invent. The rain still continued, with less violence indeed, but without an hour's intermission. After breakfast he read to her the exodus of the Israelites, and their sufferings during that desert life. He compared those hardships with their own troubles, and pointed out to her how their condition presented many things to be thankful for. The island was fruitful, the climate healthy. They might have been cast away on a sandy key or reef, where they would have perished slowly and miserably of hunger and exposure. Then they were spared to each other. Had she been alone there, she could not have provided for herself ; had he been cast away a solitary man, the island would have been to him an intolerable prison.

In all these reflections Hazel was very guarded that no expression should escape him to arouse her apprehension. He was so careful of this, that she observed his caution and watched his restraint. And Helen was thinking more of this than of the holy subject on which he was discoursing. The disguise he threw over his heart was penetrable to the girl's eye. She saw his love in every careful word, and employed herself in detecting it under his rigid manner. Secure in her own position, she could examine his from the loopholes of her soul, and take a pleasure in witnessing the suppressed happiness she could bestow with a word. She did not wonder at her power. The best of women have the natural vanity to take for granted the sway they assume over the existence which submits to them.

A week passed thus, and Hazel blessed the rain that drove them to this sociability. He had prepared the bladder of a young seal which had drifted ashore dead. This membrane, dried in the sun, formed a piece of excellent parchment, and he desired to draw upon it a map of the island. To accomplish this the first thing was to obtain a good red ink from the cochineal, which is crimson. He did according to his means. He got one of the tin vessels, and filed ittillhehadobtaineda considerable quantity of the metal. This he subjected for forty hours to the action of lime-juice. He then added the cochineal, and mixed till he obtained a fine scarlet. In using it he added a small quantity of a hard and pure gum — he had found gum abounded in the island. His pen was made from an osprey's feather, hundreds of which were strewn about the clifis, and some of these he had already secured and dried.

Placing his tin baler before him, on which he had scratched his notes, he drew a map of the island. " What shall we call it T said he. Helen paused, and then replied, " Call it 'Godsend Island.'"

"So I will," he said ; and wrote it down.

Then they named the places they had seen. The reef Helen had discovered off the north-west coast they called " White Water Island," because of the breakers. Then came "Seal Bay," "Palm-tree Point," " Mount Look-out," (this was the hill due south of where they lived). They called the cane brake " Wild Duck Swamp," and the spot where they had lunched "■ Cochineal Clearing." The mountain was named "Mount Cavity."

" But what shall we call the capital of the kingdom — this hut ?" said Miss Rolleston, as she leaned over him and pointed to the spei

"Saint Helen's," said Hazel, looking up ; and he wrote it down ere she could object.

Then there was a little awkward pause, while he was busily occupied in filling up some topographical details. She turned it off gaily.

" What are those caterpillars that you have drawn there, sprawling over my kingdom 1" she asked. " Caterpillars ! You are complimentary, Miss Rolleston. Those are moun? tains."

" Oh, indeed ; and those lines you are now drawing are rivers, I presume." "•Yes ; let us call this branch of our solitary estuary, which runs westward, the River Lee, and this, to the east, the River Medway. Is such your majesty's pleasure ?" "La Heine h vmt," replied Helen, smiling. " But, Master Geographer, it seems to me that you are putting in mountains and rivers which you have never explored : how do you know that these turns and twists in the stream exist as you represent them ? and those spurs, which look so real, have you not added them only to disguise the caterpillar character of your range of hills ?" Hazel laughed as he confessed to drawing on his fancy for some little details. But pleaded that all geographers, when they drew maps, were licensed to fill in a few such touches, where discovery had failed to supply particulars,

Helen had always believed religiously in maps, and was amused when she reflected on her former credulity.