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THE LAST OF THE WRECK 155 |
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They sang and laughed ail the time, and in an hour we found the cream really had turned to butter.
The next thing I had in my mind was to make a cart, as we had some wheels. I cannot say that this was a very brilliant performance, but still, after considerable time and labour, we did succeed in making something which was better than the sledge.
In the next few days we went over to Tent House, and planted a hedge of prickly pear round it, and made it into a kind of fortress in case we were ever attacked by savages.
At last it seemed to me it was about time to go back to the ship, which still held together on the rocks, so I took the three eldest boys with me and made another trip. We secured some chests of clothes, and whatever remained of powder, shot, and even such pieces of cannon as we could remove.
It was necessary to spend several days in visits to the ship, returning in the evening, bringing everything likely to be useful; in this we included doors, windows, locks, bolts, so that the ship .was now entirely emptied. Then I made up my mind to blow up the wreck, so that the boards themselves might drift on shore. This we performed successfully, and though we felt a little sad at seeing the |
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