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chanced that wind and tide and current all favored her, and she found herself rapidly carried forward and approaching the long de
She could not restrain herself, and she put all her little strength into her rowing. The island looked rather stern and forbidding as she approached, but she remembered the wall of rocks and thought she was upon the wrong side. She saw a little pebbly beach to which she turned her boat, and having no fear of wetting her naked feet, she sprang out, and to her amazement found herself in the long-desired spot. She drew up her boat and tried to fasten it to a large stone, but in the excitement of the moment, and thinking the tide was going out, she was not very careful that it was done securely. Behind her was a wall of large round stones, higher than her head, over which she could see nothing. You will often find these on our coasts; they are called Ballast Beaches, be'cause the sailors use these stones to put in ships to keep them steady when they have no load; but Jenny had not then seen one. “I wonder if Fritz and Jack and Ernest could have piled up these stones to keep off the savages," she thought. She clambered up over the stones with much difficulty, for they hurt her feet, and when she got up to the top of them she was saluted by an immense flock of white gulls, who flew screaming about her head. She knew these birds well, but in the excitement of the moment, as she looked up at their snow-white bodies and outstretched wings, they seemed to her something more beautiful than she had ever seen before. 66I wonder if Fritz will not be shooting these beautiful birds," she thought.
But as she looked over the little island her heart began to fail her. Nothing was as her fancy had pictured it. It was different from their own island truly, for instead of a rough hilly surface, with great piles of rock, this was mostly low and marshy, but no waving palms or cocoa-nut groves met her longing sight. A few sheep were wandering about, very like those they kept at home. Something that looked like reeds caught her eye, and she hastened eagerly towards them. It was only a feathery kind of grass, very beautiful to the eye, but giving no luscious sap to her now parched lips. She was almost despairing, when she saw something that looked like a house." That may be the farm-house," she thought. She hurried towards it, but alas! it was a mere shanty, a few rough boards, a rude fire-place, a couple of shelves or bunks just raised from the floor, and a heap of straw. But what was worse, on it were posted the “ Regulations of the Massachusetts Humane Society,” showing clearly that it was one of their buildings placed there for the convenience of shipwrecked sailors.
All her high wrought fancies dying away, poor Jenny found herself almost exhausted with heat, fatigue, and excitement. At least the shade was grateful to her after the hot glaring sun, and she sank down on the heap of straw for a moment's rest. Jenny was a child of nature, very much accustomed to eat when she was hungry, drink when she was thirsty, and sleep when she was tired, without much thought. So, now in spite of the disappointment, her weariness overcame her and she sank into a profound sleep.
When she awoke, the sun was shining over the hills of the mainland and tinging them with its ruddy glow. Jenny rose up, hastily collected her thoughts, remembered with shame her foolish dreams, and felt that she must hasten quickly if she hoped to reach home before dark. “Father and mother will be so frightened,” now for the first time came into her head. She clambered over the wall again to reach her little boat. But what was her dismay, when instead of the pebbly beach she saw the sea wasbing almost to the foot of the wall, and her boat gone. While she slept the tide had turned, its force had swept the boat from her insecure mooring, and it was now floating idly on the waters. She thought she could see it at a little distance, but even she dared not swim out in the vain hope of reaching it. Now, indeed, she felt abandoned of hope, and sinking down on the hard stones she burst into tears. But Jenny was a brave girl, and she had listened too
eagerly to Ephraim's many stories of courage and presence of mind in trying circumstances, to give up hope now, She began to think what she must do. It was clear she must pass the night there; but in the morning, surely, she might make some boatman see her. She was very thirsty and would surely be hungry too.
She must employ the little day. light that was left in finding something to eat and drink, if possible, and in planning how to pass the night. She had often gathered moss for her mother to make blanc-mange, but she had neither milk, nor sugar, nor fire to cook it with, and she did not think it would be very good without these. There were birds and sheep it is true, but Jenny had no gun to shoot them, and I suspect would have been a little too tender hearted to use it if she had. Gulls' eggs she might find, - she had heard her father and the boy say they were very good eating, and though she did not fancy them raw, it would be better than starving. Perhaps she could make a fire; she would try that in the morning. Now she contented her