Voyages and Travels of Count Funnibos and Baron Stilkin Part 17

The steward made an appropriate answer, and they parted--he to return to Bunck.u.m Castle, the Count to proceed to the southward.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

The Count, as evening approached, reached the borders of a Meer a short distance from the Zuyder Zee. It was fringed by trees and by tall reeds almost as high as the trees, which grew partly in the water and partly out of it. "If I could find a boat I might take a pa.s.sage in her to the other side of the Meer, and thus continuing my journey obtain rest at the same time," he thought.

He hunted about, and at last found a path, at the further end of which he observed a barge with her bows run into the bank. Having left his knapsack and gun on the bank, he stepped on board, thinking that some of the crew might appear. Seeing no one, he was again going on sh.o.r.e, when the after hatch was flung open and three huge heads adorned by nightcaps, with big staring eyes expressive of wonder, popped up, each face being more ugly than the other.

"Who are you?" asked the first.

"What business have you on board here?" inquired a second.

"Where do you come from, where do you want to go?" asked a third, the ugliest of all three.

"Really, gentlemen," said the Count, bowing, for he was always polite, "you overwhelm me with questions. My object is to cross the Meer, or to get to some inn or farmhouse where I may pa.s.s the night in comfort."

"Ho, ho, ho!" exclaimed the last speaker. "You will not find any inn or farmhouse where you can pa.s.s the night on the borders of this Meer, but we'll give you a pa.s.sage to the other end, for which we are bound when we have had our suppers, always provided you are willing to pay for it."

"Certainly," replied the Count. "I am willing to pay for everything I obtain. Your barge looks like a very safe one, and I will therefore engage a pa.s.sage."

"Safe! I should think she was safe," answered the ugly individual. "It would require a gale to upset her with all sail hoisted. Trust Captain Jan Dunck for that."

Upon this the Count looked harder than before at the ugly man's countenance. "What, are you Captain Jan Dunck?" he inquired.

"No doubt about that, though I do not command so large a craft as formerly," said the ugly man. "If I mistake not, you are Count Funnibos, whom I, once upon a time, brought round from Antwerp, and landed at Amsterdam."

"No, you did not land me at Amsterdam," answered the Count; "you landed me on the island of Marken, when you played that scurvy trick upon poor Pieter. I thought that you had been lost."

"So I nearly was, for the _Golden Hog_ went down, but my mate and small ship's boy were saved. Here is one of them."

The mate gave a wink of recognition.

"So you want me to carry you across the lake--is that it?" continued the skipper.

"Such is my wish," said the Count, though, at the same time, he felt very doubtful about trusting himself and his fortunes to Captain Jan Dunck.

"Well, we'll get under weigh immediately," said the skipper. "Though there is no wind, we can pole the barge a considerable part of the distance."

"But I must first get my luggage, my fowling-piece, my knapsack, and telescope," said the Count.

"Well, be sharp about it," answered the skipper. "Time and tide wait for no man."

"But there is no tide in this lake, and you did not appear to be in a hurry when I came on board," said the Count.

"For the best of reasons, we were fast asleep," answered the skipper, as the Count went for his luggage, which neither the skipper, the mate, nor the crew offered to carry for him. He therefore brought it on board himself, for he had become wonderfully independent during his travels.

He sat himself down on his knapsack, expecting that the skipper would at once get under weigh; but that individual, instead of doing so, dived again below, followed by his mate and his crew, to discuss some supper which they had stowed away in a locker.

While the Count sat awaiting the return of the skipper and his crew on deck, he observed another boat in the distance, in which was a single man. The person appeared to have been watching the barge, and now cautiously approached, using a paddle, so as to make as little noise as possible. He was apparently about to address the Count when the skipper popped up his head, with his mouth full of food, on which the stranger immediately began to row away in an opposite direction.

"Hilloa, you! have you anything to say to me? If not, keep your distance, or you will have to smart for it!" shouted the skipper.

The stranger made no reply, but rowed slowly away, and Captain Jan Dunck again dived into the cabin. The stranger then stopped, and made a sign to the Count. Soon afterwards the mate and the crew, returning on deck, cast off the rope which secured the barge to the bank, and taking up some long spars, began to pole out into the lake, while the skipper sat at the helm smoking his pipe. He smoked and smoked as he used to do on board the _Golden Hog_, but did not invite the Count to join him. After some time the water became too deep for poling, and the mate and the crew took to their oars. The water was calm, and there appeared to be no possibility of danger; but yet the Count did not feel altogether comfortable.

"And so you say that one-eyed Pieter threatened to bring me to justice?"

growled Captain Jan Dunck.

"I said nothing of the sort," answered the Count; "I told you that the Baron and I took one-eyed Pieter on board our boat. Had he been drowned, you would have been guilty of his death; and you ought to be thankful to me for saving you from committing so great a crime."

"Ho, ho, ho!" laughed the skipper, and his mate and crew laughed in chorus. After the crew had rowed for some time, an island appeared in view, with dunes, or sandhills, rising over a considerable portion. It was a barren-looking spot, as far as the Count could judge in the fast increasing gloom of night.

"We are going to put into the sh.o.r.e there," said the skipper, pointing to it. "If you take my advice, you will land."

"But that is not the sort of place to which I wish to go," said the Count. "My object on board your barge was to take a pa.s.sage to some habitable region, where I could obtain food, rest, and shelter."

"The sea-gulls will afford you plenty of food; as to rest, you can lie down on the sand; and as for shelter, your pocket-handkerchief will afford you as much as you are likely to find."

"I protest against being so treated," said the Count, naturally growing indignant.

"To whom do you protest," asked the skipper, "to me or my crew? There's no one else to hear you, and we do not care the snuff of a candle for your protestations."

The mate and the crew uttered not a word.

"I must submit to my hard destiny," thought the Count; "I have not made a very brilliant commencement of my sporting adventures, but I set out with the intention of shooting birds, and apparently the island abounds with them."

In a short time the barge touched the sandy beach.

"You will step on sh.o.r.e, Count Funnibos," said the skipper, with an ill-favoured grin on his countenance.

"But I have paid my pa.s.sage-money, and I protest."

"We settled that point some time ago," said the skipper; "you will step on sh.o.r.e, as I have just remarked."

The Count looked at the mate and the crew. Their countenances wore the same ill-favoured expression as did that of the skipper. They merely placed a plank from the bow of the barge to the beach.

"You will walk along the plank, Count Funnibos," said the skipper.

The Count took up his knapsack, his gun, and his telescope, and, shrugging his shoulders with as dignified an air as he could a.s.sume, obeyed. The moment he had set foot on the island, the plank was withdrawn and his retreat cut off. Directly afterwards the mate and the crew shoved the barge away from the sh.o.r.e, and began rowing as before, while the skipper resumed his seat at the helm, and puffed calmly from his pipe, as if he had just performed some meritorious act. A few sea-birds came flying in with loud cries and shrieks from their daily fishing excursions over the waters, but they would not have afforded him a palatable meal even if he had shot one of them.

"The sand is soft, that is one comfort," he thought; "and there are no wild beasts, wolves, or bears to trouble me; it might have rained, or there might have been a strong cold wind, or I might have been more hungry than I am; so I might have been worse off. A boat of some sort will probably be pa.s.sing during the day and take me off. I may at present consider myself very like that great hero, Robinson Crusoe, or any other mariner who has been wrecked or marooned on a desert island."

These sort of thoughts occupied his mind till he fell fast asleep.

Having had a long walk the previous day, he was more tired than usual, and did not once wake during the whole night. The rays of the rising sun glaring into his eyes aroused him, and he sprang to his feet, feeling rather stiff and somewhat chilled, for the night had been cold.

He climbed to the top of a sand-hill, that he might take a wider survey.

Scarcely had he reached it than he observed a boat approaching the sh.o.r.e. Putting down his gun and knapsack, he took out his telescope, and that he might steady it, stretched himself on the side of the sand-hill. Having adjusted the focus, he directed it towards the boat.

She came nearer and nearer. He saw that she contained several people, who seemed to have the intention of landing.

"I shall now be able to escape from this," he thought.