CRUSOE LIFE in the CHANNEL ISLES
ILLUSTRATED BY DRAWINGS PREPARED FROM AUTHOR'S OWN SKETCHES
BY
E. R. SUFFLING
Author of "History and Legends of the Broad District,"
"How to Organize a Cruise on the Broads,"
"Afloat in a Gipsy Van," etc.
THIRD EDITION
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LONDON
JARROLD & SONS, 10 & 11, WARWICK LANE, E.C.
[All Rights Reserved]
1898
Frontispiece the Island of Jethou
The Island of Jethou
CONTENTS.
- My birth and homeMy pretty cousinAccident to the "Kittywich"Journey to GuernseyPleading to become a CrusoeMy wish grantedOutfit securedSail to Jethou
- I take possession of the IslandLanding storesA grand carousalFarewellAlone
- First thoughts and impressionsA tour of the Island and description
- Farming operationsI make a plough and a cartA donkey huntDumb helpersMy live stock
- CanoeingFish of the placeThe ormer and limpetA curious fishing adventureQueer captures from the seaRock fishConstruct a fish pond and water-mill
- "Flapp," the gullSurgical operationThe gull who refused to dieTaxidermy extraordinaryFeathered friendsSnakes
- I build a curious "box-boat"An unpleasant night at seaMy Sunday serviceThe poem, "Alexander Selkirk"Its applicability to my lot
- A trip to St. Sampson's harbourA horrid porcine murderA voyage round SarkNearly capsizedTrip round GuernseyThe pepper-boxCuriosity of tourists
- Harvest operationsExplore La Creux Derrible, and nearly lose my lifeCrusoe on crutchesAn extraordinary discoveryKill a grampusOil on troubled watersMake an overflow pump
- A storm and a wreckThe castawayDeadA night of horrorThe boathouse destroyedA burial at sea
- Climate in WinterVision of my fatherA warning voiceSupernatural manifestationsThe falling rockMy life saved by my dog
- A fairy poolWonders of the deepPortrait of a poetThe cave of FauconnaireA letter from home and my answer to it
- Another terrible stormLoss of the "Yellow Boy"A ketch wreckedI rescue a man from the sea, badly injuredHe recovers
- Work and songSunday serviceBuild a larger boat, the "Anglo-Franc"Collecting wreckageCommence a jettyOur cookeryBlasting operationsThe opening banquet
- Trawling for fish and dredging for curiosSome remarkable findsA ghastly resurrectionThe mysterious paperThe hieroglyphicA dangerous fallHors de combatAttempts to unravel the paper
- Yarns: The cabbages which hung their headsThe raft of spruceVoyage of the "Dewdrop"A lucky familyA deep, deep draughtThe maire's cat
- The Will againSearching for a clue to the paperBarbe Rouge's WillA probable clueHopes and doubtsPerplexedA memorable trawl by moonlightA real clue at lastThe place of the skull found
- Digging for the treasureA noonday restThe ghastly tenant of the treasure houseWe find the treasureAn account of what we discovered
- Preparing to leaveA letter homeWe lengthen and enlarge the "Anglo-Franc"Re-christen her "Happy Return"Love at first sightVictualling and stowing cargoPretty JeannetteThe long voyageIncidents en routeVegetarians, and their dietYarmouth reachedFresh-water navigationMy native heath
- I surprise the old folks at homeAll wellIs Priscilla falseWe meetThe missing lettersA snake in the grassDreams of vengeance
- The "Happy Return" inspectedMore of my father's ghostUnpacking the treasureSeek an interview with Walter JohnsonTwo letters
- M. Oudin arrivesThe Wedding DayDivision of the spoilAlec returns to JethouWedding giftsThe end
- A few words about the Channel Isles
PREFACE.
As the writer does not pretend to possess what is termed literary style, he would ask the indulgence of the reader in any little slip of the pen which may occur in these pages, as it is not every Crusoe who can command the facile quill, the pure style, or the lively imagination of a Daniel Defoe, to narrate his adventures.
It must be borne in mind that the island of Juan Fernandez possessed many natural features, and a far greater area than Jethou can boast of, and therefore more scope for the development of incidents and descriptive embellishment.
Doubtless many of the adventures here placed before the public will appear puny beside the exploits of the original Crusoe; but it must be taken into consideration that the author does not, like Defoe's hero, revel in the impossible. At the same time it may be noted that the adventures detailed are of a sufficiently exciting kind as to be above any suspicion of dulness.
Juan Fernandez lies about four hundred miles from the nearest land, and it is therefore very difficult to imagine from whence the savages came who were about to convert Friday into a fricassee. The Friday of our story, y'clept Monday, came to Jethou in a natural if in an exciting manner, and it will be found that everything else in the narrative, if not an exact account of what really did happen, is at least feasible. It is in fact a practicable narrative, served up in a plain, ungarnished form, except that to make it more palatable to the general reader a little love-story has been introduced towards the conclusion, which, it is hoped, sustains the interest right to the last, and makes the volume end as all good books should, by allowing the principal actors to "live happily ever after."
E. R. SUFFLING ( Harry Nilford ).
Blomfield Lodge,
Portsdown Road,
London, W.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
Decorative chapter heading
JETHOU;
OR,
Crusoe Life in the Channel Isles.
CHAPTER I.
MY BIRTH AND HOMEMY PRETTY COUSINACCIDENT TO THE "KITTYWICH"JOURNEY TO GUERNSEYPLEADING TO BECOME A CRUSOEMY WISH GRANTEDOUTFIT SECUREDSAIL TO JETHOU.
That Crusoe of Crusoes, Alexander Selkirk, as I am aware, commences his entertaining history with his birth and parentage, and as I am also a Crusoe, although a very minor adventurer, I may as well follow the precedent and declare my nativity.
I was born at the little village of Barton in Norfolk, at the time the guns at Balaclava were mowing down our red coats and tars, where my father had a small house facing the Broad. It was a comfortable old two-storied building, with a thatched roof, through which a couple of dormer windows peered out, like two eyes, over the beautiful green lawn which sloped to the reed-fringed water. My father was in very comfortable circumstances, as he was owner of six large fishing vessels hailing from the port of Great Yarmouth, some ten or twelve miles distant as the crow flies.
THE OLD HOME AT BARTON.
THE OLD HOME AT BARTON.
Being born, as it were, on the water (for a distance of a hundred yards matters but little), I was naturally from my birth a young water dog, although they tell me that for some months after I made my bow to the world, milk also played a prominent part in my career.