IN WHICH GODFREY AGAIN SEES A SLIGHT SMOKE OVER ANOTHER PART OF THE ISLAND.
That was a storm which came just when it was wanted! Godfrey and Tartlet¹ had not, like Prometheus, to venture into space to bring down the celestial² fire! "It was," said Tartlet, "as if the sky had been obliging enough to send it down to them on a lightning flash."
 
With them now remained the task of keeping it!
 
"No! we must not let it go out!" Godfrey had said.
 
"Not until the wood fails us to feed it!" had responded Tartlet, whose satisfaction showed itself in little cries of joy.
 
"Yes! but who will keep it in?"
 
"I! I will! I will watch it day and night, if necessary," replied Tartlet, brandishing³ a flaming bough⁴.
 
And he did so till the sun rose.
 
Dry wood, as we have said, abounded⁵ beneath the sequoias. Until the dawn Godfrey and the professor,[Pg 144] after heaping up a considerable stock, did not spare to feed the fire. By the foot of one of the large trees in a narrow space between the roots the flames leapt up, crackling clearly and joyously⁷. Tartlet exhausted⁸ his lungs blowing away at it, although his doing so was perfectly⁹ useless. In this performance he assumed the most characteristic attitudes in following the greyish smoke whose wreaths were lost in the foliage¹⁰ above.
 
But it was not that they might admire it that they had so longingly¹¹ asked for this indispensable fire, not to warm themselves at it. It was destined¹² for a much more interesting use. There was to be an end of their miserable¹³ meals of raw mollusks and yamph roots, whose nutritive elements boiling water and simple cooking in the ashes had never developed. It was in this way that Godfrey and Tartlet employed it during the morning.
 
"We could eat a fowl¹⁴ or two!" exclaimed Tartlet, whose jaws¹⁵ moved in anticipation¹⁶. "Not to mention an agouti ham, a leg of mutton, a quarter of goat, some of the game on the prairie, without counting two or three freshwater fish and a sea fish or so."
 
"Not so fast," answered Godfrey, whom the declaration of this modest bill of fare had put in good humour. "We need not risk indigestion to satisfy a fast! We must look after our reserves, Tartlet! Take a couple of fowls¹⁷[Pg 145]—one apiece—and if we want bread, I hope that our camsa roots can be so prepared as to replace it with advantage!" This cost the lives of two innocent hens, who, plucked, trussed, and dressed by the professor, were stuck on a stick, and soon roasted before the crackling flames.
 
Meanwhile, Godfrey was getting the camas roots in a state to figure creditably at the first genuine breakfast on Phina Island. To render them edible¹⁸ it was only necessary to follow the Indian method, which the Californians were well acquainted with.
 
This was what Godfrey did.
 
A few flat stones selected from the beach were thrown in the fire so as to get intensely hot. Tartlet seemed to think it a great shame to use such a good fire "to cook stones with," but as it did not hinder the preparation of his fowls in any way he had no other complaint to make.
 
While the stones were getting warm Godfrey selected a piece of ground about a yard square from which he tore up the grass; then with his hands armed with large scallop shells he dug the soil to the depth of about ten inches. That done he laid at the bottom of the cavity a fire of dry wood, which he so arranged as to communicate to the earth heaped up at its bottom some considerable heat.
 
When all the wood had been consumed and the cinders[Pg 146] taken away, the camas roots, previously¹⁹ cleaned and scraped, were strewn in the hole, a thin layer of sods thrown over them and the glowing stones placed on the top, so as to serve as the basis of a new fire which was lighted on their surface.
 
In fact, it was a kind of oven which had been prepared; and in a very short time—about half an hour or so—the operation was at an end.
 
Beneath the double layer of stones and sods lay the roots cooked by this violent heating. On crushing them there was obtainable a flour well fitted for making into bread, but, even eaten as they were, they proved much like potatoes of highly nutritive quality.
 
It was thus that this time the roots were served and we leave our readers to imagine what a breakfast our two friends made on the chickens which they devoured²⁰ to the very bones, and on the excellent camas roots, of which they had no need to be sparing. The field was not far off where they grew in abundance. They could be picked up in hundreds by simply stooping down for them.
 
The repast over, Godfrey set to work to prepare some of the flour, which keeps for any length of time, and which could be transformed into bread for their daily wants.
 
The day was passed in different occupations. The fire was kept up with great care. Particularly was the fuel[Pg 147] heaped on for the night; and Tartlet, nevertheless, arose on many occasions to sweep the ashes together and provoke a more active combustion²¹. Having done this, he would go to bed again, to get up as soon as the fire burnt low, and thus he occupied himself till the day broke. The night passed without incident, the cracklings of the fire and the crow of the cock awoke Godfrey and his companion, who had ended his performances by falling off to sleep.
 
At first Godfrey was surprised at feeling a current of air coming down from above in the interior of Will Tree. He was thus led to think that the sequoia⁶ was hollow up to the junction²² of the lower branches where there was an opening which they would have to stop up if they wished to be snug²³ and sheltered.
 
"But it is very singular!" said Godfrey to himself.
 
"How was it that during the preceding nights I did not feel this current of air? Could it have been the lightning?"
 
And to get an answer to this question, the idea occurred to him to examine the trunk of the sequoia from the out side.
 
When he had done so, he understood what had happened during the storm.
 
The track of the lightning was visible on the tree, which[Pg 148] had had a long strip of its bark torn off from the fork down to the roots.
 
Had the electric spark found its way into the interior of the sequoia in place of keeping to the outside, Godfrey and his companion would have been struck. Most decidedly they had had a narrow escape.
 
"It is not a good thing to take refuge under trees during a storm," said Godfrey. "That is all very well for people who can do otherwise. But what way have we to avoid the danger who live inside the tree? We must see!"
 
Then examining the sequoia from the point where the long lightning trace began—"It is evident," said he, "that where the flash struck the tree has been cracked. But since the air penetrates²⁴ by this orifice the tree must be hollow along its whole length and only lives in its bark? Now that is what I ought to see about!"
 
And Godfrey went to look for a resinous²⁶ piece of wood that might do for a torch.
 
A bundle of pine twigs²⁷ furnished him with the torch he needed, as from them exuded²⁸ a resin²⁵ which, once inflamed²⁹, gave forth³⁰ a brilliant light.
 
Godfrey then entered the cavity which served him for his house. To darkness immediately succeeded light, and it was easy to see the state of the interior of Will Tree.[Pg 149] A sort of vault³¹ of irregular formation stretched across in a ceiling some fifteen feet above t............