. The adventures of Peter Peterkin . ealize allthat had happened so much of a sudden. He stood staringup at the dwindling speck of the sea-shell and wonder-ing . . where could his meal have disappeared? Andwhat must he do now for another? And I am so hungry, too, he sighed. Not a bite to eatsince I and my Pumperkin left the patch. Well, theres noth-ing for it but that I begin to search through the whole forestof green palms. Perhaps I shall find a scarlet cockatoo, or ayellow-tailed dove, to carry back with me for dinner. But, indeed, he felt so weak from want of food that hecould scarcely sta
. The adventures of Peter Peterkin . ealize allthat had happened so much of a sudden. He stood staringup at the dwindling speck of the sea-shell and wonder-ing . . where could his meal have disappeared? Andwhat must he do now for another? And I am so hungry, too, he sighed. Not a bite to eatsince I and my Pumperkin left the patch. Well, theres noth-ing for it but that I begin to search through the whole forestof green palms. Perhaps I shall find a scarlet cockatoo, or ayellow-tailed dove, to carry back with me for dinner. But, indeed, he felt so weak from want of food that hecould scarcely stand. He lay down on the sunny stretchof the sands and half closed his eyes. He could see, in ablur, that the low line where the sea and the sky met, faraway, was smothered in black clouds—and that little streaksof angry red seemed to be flashing in the black. He askedhimself, drowsily, was this a storm approaching? Was ita hurricane, or what. . And then, before he had time toanswer himself, he fell asleep. VI AN HOUR OF STORM. P ETERKIN woke upwith a start. Some-thing was roaring in hisears. A rushing showerof sand stung his wind was shriekingbehind him, across the low hill and in among the palm his feet, the waves of the surf were hammering downupon the beach in great, black, frothing mountains, untilthe earth itself seemed trembling. The air was cold andswept across his face in fresh, tossing gusts. He jumped to his feet and ran. He was afraid of some-thing—he did not know what. He ran, stumbling, to thecrest of the hill. He could look out, now, across the sea of gray waves on one side and the sea of green tree-tops on 32
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