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Willis the Pilot

CHAPTER V
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Sophy--it is the land of dreams." "And of castanets," remarked Jack.
"Then my sweetheart will be alone on his island, like an exile ?" "No, Miss Sophia, we are incapable of such ingratitude.

After enjoying the hospitality of Willis in Shark's Island, he will surely deign to accept ours at Falcon's Nest; so, whether here or there, he shall always have four devoted followers to keep him company." The Pilot shook Fritz by the hand, at the same time nearly dislocating his arm.
"I wonder why God, who is so good, has not made houses grow of themselves, like pumpkins and melons ?" said Ernest.
"Rather a lazy idea that," said his father; "our great Parent has clearly designed that we should do something for ourselves; he has given us the acorn whence we may obtain the oak." "Nevertheless, there are uninhabited countries which are gorged with vegetation--the territory we are in, for example." "True; but still no plant has ever sprung up anywhere without a seed has been planted, either by the will of God or by the hands of man.
With regard, however, to the distribution of vegetation in a natural state, that depends more upon the soil and climate than anything else; wherever there is a fertile soil and moist air, there seeds will find their way." "But how ?" "The seeds of a great many plants are furnished with downy filaments, which act as wings; these are taken up by the wind and carried immense distances; others are inclosed in an elastic shell, from which, when ripe, they are ejected with considerable force." "The propagation of plants that have wings or elastic shells may, in that way, be accounted for; but there are some seeds that fall, by their own weight, exactly at the foot of the vegetable kingdom that produces them." "It is often these that make the longest voyages." "By what conveyance, then ?" "Well, my son, for a philosopher, I cannot say that your knowledge is very profound; seeds that have no wings borrow them." "Not from the ant, I presume ?" "No, not exactly; but from the quail, the woodcock, the swallow, and a thousand others, that are apparently more generous than the poor ant, to which AEsop has given a reputation for avarice that it will have some trouble to shake off.

The birds swallow the seeds, many of which are covered with a hard, horny skin, that often resists digestion; these are carried by the inhabitants of the air across rivers, seas, and lakes, and are deposited by them in the neighborhood of their nests--it may be on the top of a mountain, or in the crevice of a rock." "True, I never thought of that." "There are a great many philosophers who know more about the motions of stars than these humbler operations of Nature." "You are caught there," said Jack.
"There are philosophers, too, who can do nothing but ridicule the knowledge of others." "Caught you there," retaliated Ernest.
"It was in this way that a bird of the Moluccas has restored the clove tree to the islands of this archipelago, in spite of the Dutch, who destroyed them everywhere, in order that they might enjoy the monopoly of the trade." "Still, I must fall back upon my original idea; by sowing a brick, we ought to reap a wall." "And if a wall, a house," suggested another of the young men.
"Or if a turret, a castle," proposed a third.
"Or a hall to produce a palace," remarked the fourth.
"There are four wishes worthy of the four heads that produced them! What do you think of those four great boys, Mrs.Wolston ?" "Well, madam, as they are wishing, at any rate they may as well wish that chinchillas and marmots wore their fur in the form of boas and muffs, that turkeys produced perigord pies, and that the fish were drawn out of the sea ready roasted or boiled." "Or that the sheep walked about in the form of nicely grilled chops," suggested Becker.
"And you, young ladies, what would you wish ?" Mary, who was now beyond the age of dolls, and was fast approaching the period of young womanhood, felt that it was a duty incumbent upon her to be more reserved than her sister, and rarely took part in the conversation, unless she was directly addressed, ceased plying her needle, and replied, smiling, "I wish I could make some potent elixir in the same way as gooseberry wine, that would restore sick people to health, then I would give a few drops to my father, and make him strong and well, as he used to be." "Thank you for the intention, my dear child." "And you, Miss Sophia?
It is your turn." "I wish that all the little children were collected together, and that every papa and mamma could pick out their own from amongst them." Here Willis took out his pocket-handkerchief and appeared to be blowing his nose, it being an idea of his that a sailor ought not to be caught with a tear in his eye.
"Now then, Willis, we must have a wish from you." "I wish three things: that there had not been a hurricane lately, that canoes could be converted into three masters, and that Miss Sophia may be Queen of England." "Granted," cried Jack.
And laying hold of a wreath of violets that the young girl had been braiding, he solemnly placed it on her head.
"You will make her too vain," said Mrs.Wolston.
"Ah mamma, do not scold," and gracefully taking the crown from her own fair curls, she placed it on the silvery locks of her mother; "I abdicate in your favor, and, sweetheart, I thank you for placing our dynasty on the throne.

Mary, you are a princess." "Yes," she replied, "and here is my sceptre," holding up her spindle.
"Well answered, my daughter, that is a woman's best sceptre, and her kingdom is her house." "Our conversation," said Becker, "is like those small threads of water which, flowing humbly from the hollow of a rock, swell into brooks, then become rivers, and, finally, lose themselves in the ocean." "It was Ernest that led us on." "Well, it is time now to get back to your starting-point again.

God has said that we shall earn our bread by the sweat of our brow, and consequently that our enjoyments should be the result of our own industry; that is the reason that venison is given to us in the form of the swift stag, and palaces in the form of clay; man is endowed with reason, and may, by labor, convert all these blessings to his use." "Your notion," said Mr.Wolston, "of drawing the fish out of the sea ready cooked, puts me in mind of an incident of college life which, with your permission, I will relate." "Oh yes, papa, a story!" "There was at Cambridge, when I was there, a young man, who, instead of study and sleep, spent his days and nights in pistol practice and playing on the French horn, much to the annoyance of an elderly maiden lady, who occupied the apartments that were immediately under his own." "These are inconveniences that need not be dreaded here." "Our police are too strict." "And our young men too well-bred," added Mrs.Wolston.
"Not only that," continued Mr.Wolston, "this young student, who never thought of study, had a huge, shaggy Newfoundland dog, and the old lady possessed a chubby little pug, which she was intensely fond of; now, when these two brutes happened to meet on the stairs, the large one, by some accident or other, invariably sent the little one rolling head over heels to the bottom; and, much to the horror of the old lady, her favorite, that commenced its journey down stairs with four legs, had sometimes to make its way up again with three." "I always understood that dogs were generous animals, and would not take advantage of an animal weaker than themselves; our dogs would not have acted so." "Well, perhaps the dog was not quite so much to blame in these affairs as its master; besides, in making advances to its little friend, it might not have calculated its own force." "Yes, and perhaps might have been sorry afterwards for the mischief it had done." "Very likely; still the point was never clearly explained, and, whether or no, the elderly lady could not put up with this sort of thing any longer; she complained so often and so vigorously, that her troublesome neighbor was served in due form with a notice to quit.


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