| Share page |
|
LANDING ON THE DESERT ISLAND IS
will bring home some salt which I saw in the holes of the rocks, where, I suppose, it had been left when the sea-water evaporated.'
' If you had brought some back at first instead of talking so much you would have done better,' said I.
When he returned, however, we found that he had still feared to get the oysters, and had scraped up so much sand with the salt that it appeared to be useless until my wife dissolved it in water, and then strained it through a piece of muslin, which left the sand and grit behind, so that we could season our soup with the salt water.
Then, when the soup was ready, we suddenly looked at each other and laughed, for we had quite forgotten to bring any sort of plates or spoons away from the wreck, and it would be impossible for each of us to raise the large boiling pot to his lips. It was a little like the fox in the fable, when the stork desires him to help himself from a vessel with a long neck. Ernest remarked that if we could but get some of the nice cocoa-nuts he often thought about, we might empty them and use the pieces of the shells for spoons.
' Yes, yes,' replied I, ' if we could but get some. |
||