Part 16 (1/2)

He records catching a sting-ray and getting oysters.

June 2. Not a sign of a ray. Have to live off potatoes a bit. They, too, will soon be done.

June 4. Added a P.S. to letters. A month gone and no chance to send them.

Hard cheese!

June 6. Another week will see me in extremis. Wish I had a fis.h.i.+ng-line.

June 7. Got some oysters. Oh for a good beefsteak or a chop! No sign of any boat. Lord help me!

June 9. Nearly skinned the oysters. What will I do when they are finished?

June 10. Dull; cold. Thank G.o.d for the sweet potatoes! They are my only food now. No rays about; no fish in the trap, and the whole coast of the island almost stripped of oysters. Only one candle left to cheer the night.

June 11. Miserable and hungry.

June 17. Cold and clear. Did not sleep well. The hunger woke me often.

This is fearful work.

On the 19th he got some coco-nuts, which were first-rate. With coco-nuts and an occasional ray, he ekes out an existence, hungry, cheerless, without light, without tobacco. A copy of ”Barnaby Rudge” and a few old papers represent his reading matter. He is glad when daylight comes.

July 3. Craft lay-to off Lorne Reef. Signalled by flag and fire from hill. They took no notice. Strange! Government cutter, I think.

So his life drags on. He tries to re-read by firelight ”Barnaby Rudge,”

which he must almost know by heart, but it is of no use. In the taming of a monitor lizard he finds much amus.e.m.e.nt, recording his satisfaction--”Goanna quite friendly.”

July 6. Caught a small rock-cod; roasted it for supper.

His satisfaction after a good meal is evident from the entry--

”Quite happy and contented.”

His hopes rise and fall on a diet of oysters and coco-nuts.

On July 22nd he hails with delight ”a tin box of pears and condensed milk” which drift on to the reef. These have been in the water for weeks ”but some are good.” He writes thankfully ”the milk is grand.”

The diary described his life during the next few months ”in a sort of way.” He builds a punt which he christens the GREAT EASTERN, the launching of which is briefly chronicled: ”Launched the GREAT EASTERN.

Sank below Plimsoll mark--like a sieve.” He returns disheartened from one or two trial trips, having to ”man the pump.” 'He complains of having to dig up and eat little miniature sweet potatoes and asks piteously: ”What am I to do? I'm hungry and have nothing else!” His feet become cut and sore, and in every day's entry is a plaintive wail at the pain.