Part 18 (1/2)

At twelve the lunch was ready, and the excursionists went down into the cabin to attend to it, while the band on the hurricane-deck continued to play. An oyster chowder and baked shad were the princ.i.p.al substantials of the lunch; and while they were served, Gopher was the greatest man on board. As soon as the lunch was disposed of, and the cook had been sufficiently complimented, the party went on sh.o.r.e.

Cornwood led the way over the long foot-bridge.

”There is an alligator in the wild state,” I said to Miss Margie, as I was walking with her and her father.

”I don't see anything,” she replied.

”Don't you see that splas.h.i.+ng in the water, with something black in the midst of it? That is an alligator, the first one I ever saw,” I added.

It looked like a stick of wood. A little farther along we saw one on a log. He was not more than three feet long. He attracted the attention of the party, who had never seen one in his native element before; but we expected to see larger ones in the course of a week or two. Mrs.

Stowe's cottage was one of the first we came to. It was a one-story, wooden house, with no pretensions to elegance. An immense live-oak grew near it, and covered the cottage with its branches. Around it was an orange grove, on the trees of which many oranges still remained. The distinguished lady was not at home, and we did not see her.

We walked to the end of the bridge, looking at the pretty dwellings on the sh.o.r.e, and then went upon the land, where we had quite a ramble.

But an hour enabled us to see all there was of the place, and we embarked for the return. Before five o'clock we were in sight of Jacksonville. The pilot ran the boat as near the sh.o.r.e as it was safe to go, and the barge I had engaged to be present transported the party to the sh.o.r.e. Mrs. Mitch.e.l.l's house looked very pleasant from the outside; but we were princ.i.p.ally interested in the garden and orange grove. It was said that over five thousand oranges had been gathered from one of the trees we saw. We examined a great variety of semi-tropical trees and shrubs, such as lemon, banana, grape-fruit, and others I cannot remember.

The party dined on the river, and landed at the market at six.

CHAPTER XIX.

THE ADVENTURES OF AN INVALID.

Mr. Cornwood had been very polite and pliable all day, and his skill as a pilot won my commendation. When he expressed a desire to remain on sh.o.r.e, at the wharf, I did not object. As soon as the anchor was let go, all hands were piped to supper; but I was in no condition to take another meal that day, after the dinner with the excursionists, from which I had risen an hour before. I was glad to be alone in my state-room, after the excitement of the day. In spite of what had transpired in the morning, and in spite of the evidence obtained by Washburn in regard to the snake, I could not help wondering if, after all, the pilot was not innocent of any evil intentions.

It seemed to me that a man of his education, having a profession, could not take part in any small conspiracy, such as Captain Boomsby would be likely to get up. If either Cornwood or Griffin Leeds, his agent, intended to do me any harm, it seemed to me they had had abundant opportunity to do it already. The pilot might have wrecked the vessel, and the waiter might have poisoned the food I ate. I resolved to be very careful how I charged Cornwood with any evil, unless it was capable of being proved.

”I should like to go on sh.o.r.e, Alick, if you have nothing better for me to do,” said Washburn, coming into my room when he had finished his supper.

”I have nothing for you to do,” I replied. ”What's up now?”

”I have some curiosity to know what has become of Cobbington; and I think I shall call upon his landlord,” replied the mate, laughing.

”I will go with you, if you have no objection,” I added.

”I should be glad of your company,” said he, leading the way to the gangway. ”Hold on a minute, captain,” he added, when I began to order my boat. ”There is the boatman that carried off Cornwood's letter. He is looking for a job: suppose we give him one?”

I did not object, and the mate hailed the boatman. We seated ourselves in his boat, and he pulled for the sh.o.r.e. Our uniforms gave us great distinction among the colored people. Very likely some of them thought we were United States naval officers: at any rate, they all treated us with ”distinguished consideration.”

”What's your name, boatman?” asked Washburn.

”Moses Dripple,” replied the man.

”Well, Moses Dripple, were you alongside our steamer last evening?”

continued the mate.

”Yes, sar; made a quarter taking a letter ash.o.r.e,” answered Moses, showing teeth enough for a full-grown alligator.

”Put it in the post-office, did you?” inquired Washburn, indifferently, as he looked behind him at the steamer.

”No, sar; didn't put it into the post-office; car'ed it to a saloon-keeper, and he gave me a drink of apple-jack, as soon as he had read it, for bringin' de letter.”