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Mother Carey’s Chicken

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
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Let me help carry the birds." "No, no; they're all right, my lad," said Small.

"You carry yourself.
That's enough for you to do.

Ready, sir." "Come along, then," said the captain; and he led the way out into the delicious early morning with the light growing rapidly now and showing the trees laden with moisture, whose only effect upon the sand had been to beat it down into a firm path, so that they would have been able to go rapidly had it not been for the weakness of the stowaway.
"Better when I've had some breakfast," he said feebly.

"Been a bit bad, sir.

Soon get well, though, now." He did not look as if he would, but there was plenty of the spirit of determination in him, and he plodded on till they came in sight of the grove where the huts had been set up, and there in the first beams of the morning sun the ladies could be seen anxiously on the look-out for the lost ones, while, to mingle matter-of-fact with sentiment, there, from among the rocks rose up in the glorious morning the thin blue smoke of the so-called kitchen fire, telling of what was to follow after the welcome--to wit, a good breakfast of fruit and freshly-caught fish, with other delicacies, perhaps, by way of a surprise.
Safely back, and the night's anxieties soon forgotten in the light of the sun, the storm having made everything seem bright, and by comparison peaceful and calm.
"Now, Mark," said the captain after the refreshing sensation consequent upon a good bathe and a hearty meal, "you will be too tired to go in search of the ship to-day." To which Mark gave a most emphatic "No," and declared himself quite ready for the start..


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